Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ
 Category:Cuckold
      URL:http://www.discord.com/channels/991735656533471245/1085587682433962125
Published:2023-06-12
It happened one summer. Dan and Camila had enough money to finally fix their ridiculously out of date bathrooms in their older home. All the things they wanted to do to them. Their plumbers convinced them the work would go faster if they could tear the two bathrooms apart completely and work on them in sections simultaneously. This wouldn't be a problem because a few years back Dan had built an outdoor shower in their largely wooded backyard that had a lot of privacy. So for a few weeks, they'd just use the outdoor shower exclusively.

Neither of them were what you would call naturists, but they had gone mostly nude during vacations in remote locations in the past. So using an outdoor shower for a short time wouldn't be a hardship. They liked being outdoors and enjoying the fresh air while bathing. Dan loved how comfortable his sexy Latina wife was with her body. She kept herself quite fit and had really perky tits that drove him crazy. Camila being so comfortable with having them out made it so he spent most of his days with a semi.

An unexpected supply chain issue meant some of the material to finish their bathroom were on deep back order. Of course the demo work had already begun. Their plan for a few weeks meant it was likely to take months. Nothing that could be avoided, but frustrating all the same.

Camila was using the shower during the first week when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. She turned and saw an older man out in the woods. She knew it must have been their neighbor who they didn't know well and had never really seen out and about. They'd heard stories from other neighbors that he used to be a real friendly guy but his wife went through a protracted terminal illness and he just hadn't been the same since.

Her instinct was to cover up but as what she knew about him went through her head she just found herself not caring what he saw. He clearly saw her, saw the state she was in, and he didn't look away.

Camila closed her eyes and let the water cascade through her hair. She found her nipples hardening as she felt his eyes still on her. She pushed the water off of her face and opened her eyes. The old man was still there and he continued staring at her. They didn't communicate in any way. No words were said, not even any significant facial expressions. He had no shame in his voyeurism, she had no shame in letting him watch.

She turned her back to him, not to hide her private parts, but to continue washing her body and, being completely honest with herself, showing off her tight ass to this stranger. She glanced over her shoulder at him. Still stone faced and still not looking away.

She slowly continued washing herself until she got to a point where it was getting obvious she was long since done and the water started to get fairly chilly. She turned the water off and reached up for her towel. When she glanced back, he was gone.

After drying off, Camila scurried into their house. The plumbers weren't around as they lacked what they needed to proceed. Fortunately Dan was working from home and, after confirming he wasn't in the middle of a meeting, she dragged her husband into their bedroom and pounced on him.

Dan was wise enough not to question in the moment what had spurred his wife on. He knew she hated the stereotype of the 'hot-blooded Latina', but sometimes the shoe just fit. He wasn't completely surprised that she needed no foreplay but he still was curious why she was exceptionally lubricated.

"You just needed your husband this badly, baby?"

"You have no idea."

"Were you thinking about me out in the shower?"

"Something like that."

It was a softball question that should have easily been answered by affirmation. Instead of worrying him, the implications of her evasiveness drove him on.

Camila did her best to assuage her guilt over why she was so aroused by justifying that her husband was reaping the rewards. It's not like she wanted to do this with their neighbor. He was probably in his late sixties or older. She had just turned 27 a few weeks back. While her husband was thrusting into her she had a flash of imagining it was their elderly neighbor. Would he have even been capable of pleasuring her the was Dan could?

Her face flushed as she realized her thoughts about him were driving her deeper into arousal. She could not wrap her head around why it was such a seductive thing to be contemplating.

She had closed her eyes as her orgasm began to peak and Dan's right hand tweaked her nipple, applying slight but increasing pressure. And in her mind, it was their neighbor who was touching her. It was like completing a circuit to her sex and pushed her over the edge.

Dan couldn't recall seeing his wife orgasm quite so hard. Her legs actually twitched for several seconds, seeming to be out of her control. This sent him to a whole other place and his jizz burst into his wife, dousing her womb.

They laid next to each other after he rolled off of her and both fought to catch their breaths.

When he did finally catch his, he couldn't resist any longer. "So, are you going to tell me what prompted that because I know it wasn't me."

After a few moments of silence while she continued to breath heavily, she answered him. "I will, but not now, my love. I need to process this, but I promise I will."

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Dan was back at work and Camila did what she could to get things around the house done. She had summers off due to her working as a school counselor, so she had nowhere specific to be. This left her nothing to do except think hard about what she could possibly tell her husband about what had happened earlier.

Should she admit to their neighbor peeping on her and how turned on it got her? Would Dan be angry enough to do something rash to the old guy? He certainly could have turned away and chose not to. But as she not only didn't react as if she minded, was she just as guilty? Did her actions encourage him?

Camila blushed as she considered he might possibly be beating off thinking about her at that very moment.

None of this made sense to the young wife. Dan was a very attractive, attentive, and dedicated husband. She had zero needs as far as she was concerned. But her feelings about what had happened were unmistakable. She loved how it made her feel and she wanted it to happen again. She found that she needed to list the reasons why she didn't need to go out and have another shower that same day for herself.

Knowing that Dan had a regular Wednesday afternoon meeting with his team at work, she couldn't resist fingering herself to another orgasm largely to hopefully dispel her rampant horniness. It helped to a point, but then her mind wandered back to the incident.

She realized that she had no other choice but to confess what happened to Dan. Out of loyalty she had to and, if she was being completely honest with herself, out of hope he would step in to prevent her from doing it again. She needed him to put his foot down to break the cycle.

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"So, explain this to me in a way that I can better understand because I am just at a loss," Dan replied to Camila.

"Our neighbor watched me take a shower. He saw me fully exposed and I… didn't do anything to stop him. I didn't tell him off. I didn't cover up. I didn't do anything that a modest woman would have and should have. I… wanted him looking at me. It was exciting to know he was aroused by my body. It felt… powerful."

"What if he had wanted more? What if he had wanted to touch you… to do something else?"

"I didn't think in that moment. I saw him, I thought about what we think we know about him. It was like I was… doing charity. I thought of him as harmless and yet…"

"What?" Dan asked her. He was really trying comprehend her state of mind regarding what she was admitting to him.

Camila covered her face as she worked hard to work out what to say to her husband. He deserved to know what she was thinking but she feared admitting her truth.

"Honey, I… didn't cover up because I didn't want to. And there was a part of me that was just drawn to please him."

She could tell her husband wasn't angry with her but was struggling to understand why his devoted wife would feel this way and do these things. She wanted to give him comfort that she couldn't justify even to herself why she felt the way she did.

Their neighbor was a skinny, completely bald, old white guy. If he was put next to Dan, she had zero doubt 100 out of 100 women would choose Dan. He didn't carry himself particularly more masculine than her husband and even taking into account his age he couldn't compare favorably in build to Dan.

But in the moment when he was watching her, when she was bared completely before him, he didn't flinch. His attention captivated her. She had little doubt that she was, at least in that moment, the most wonderful thing in his world.

Camila did her best trying to articulate that sentiment to her husband and she saw him nod.

After giving him some moments of silence, she offered her solution.

"Obviously before I use it tomorrow, I will hang up a sheet or something more permanent to block his view. We just didn't think anyone would be out in the woods so we didn't block it in completely, but I guess if he's going to be out wandering in his yard we've no other choice."

Dan thought for a moment and then spoke. "That's a reasonable solution. But, hun, is that what you really want to do?"

Camila caught her breath. "It what I need to do. Isn't it?"

Her husband cleared his throat. It seemed that his mouth was getting dry. "I'm puzzled by all of this but… I don't feel motivated to make you stop. I mean, I don't know that I see the harm. Unless I'm missing something…"

The couple stared at each other, looking into each other's eyes seeking… what? Intention?

"I love you. I only want to be with you," Camila told him.

"But you also want to show off for a stranger. Our hexagenerian widowed neighbor," Dan finished what they both understood to be true.

In her meekest voice, Camila answered her husband. "Yes."

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Camila trembled slightly as she walked to the outdoor shower. She tried not to glance towards their neighbor's property but she couldn't avoid it entirely due to the path to where they had built it. Probably more logical to build the outdoor shower attached to the back of their house, but part of the appeal to even have it was to embrace the natural elements that their property took advantage of. Several tall pine trees had grown around this particular clearing. Camila and Dan had used that natural occurrence to frame in the area to build their shower, choosing to only build three sides that shielded the view from their own house. The back of their property boarded a large undeveloped parcel of land that currently had a conservancy over. They had never before seen anyone walking back there and it just never occurred to them that they would need be concerned with building a fourth side.

Now, knowing that their neighbor not only knew of its existence but also her use of it, she wondered if she would find herself with an observer again today. She didn't think she'd intentionally picked the same time to shower as she did the previous day, but she knew that just wasn't true.

She hung her towel up and turned the water on. She began to take her clothing off while waiting for the water to warm up slightly. It was quite warm for the area in which they lived, so there was no concern about being too cold while she waited. She felt the water with her hand and decided it was the correct temperature. She began to step into the water when she saw him. Whereas she felt like the day before he had likely stumbled upon her using the shower by happenstance, his arrive on this day appeared intentional. He was there specifically to watch his young neighbor shower again.

Camila's heart leapt a little. Women, even stunning ones like her, often feel the need for validation of their attractiveness. Perhaps that need spoke most directly to why she felt the way she did about what had happened the day before and why his return to watch her again filled her with joy.

He hadn't moved any closer than he was the day before, which was of some relief to Camila. He again said nothing. He just watched.

Camila had already decided that she wouldn't do anything different than she had the day before. She felt like if she had done anything more she would be violating the narrow path of acceptance by Dan. She didn't want to let him down.

That being said, she clearly felt arousal as she washed her body. When her soapy hands passed her nipples, she felt the tingle. Certainly when she washed her trimmed bush and her exposed slit, she felt it. She had to stop herself from turning her scrubbing into sexual rubbing. Camila found herself desiring to put on a full show for her voyeur.

And then she saw it. He had subtlety moved his right hand over his crotch and adjusted himself in his pants. He wasn't rubbing, he wasn't exposing himself, but his movement was enough to prove to Camila that he was physically aroused by watching her.

She almost lost it. She almost dropped the subtext of washing herself and rubbed her sex. Their eyes met and she was shocked by the thoughts she had.

Throughout their entire relationship, Camila had never had anything near serious consideration of being sexually engaged with another man. But Camila wanted him. She wanted him to touch her and she wanted to please him. And she felt, in that moment, that she would have not cared if Dan was witnessing her do it.

None of it made any sense.

She quickly turned and cut off the spigots on the shower and grabbed the towel to head inside.

As she stepped into their house, she nearly collided with Dan.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

Tears streamed from her eyes. She couldn't find her voice to answer him. What would she have even said?

"Camila, what happened? Did he touch you?"

She got out all she could in the moment. "I'm ok… he didn't do anything to me. I-I can't…"

Dan knew his wife enough to know to give her space. He didn't press her further once she had addressed his immediate concern.

She went to their bedroom and he went back to his office. He did what he could to get back to work but he was worried about his wife.

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In their bedroom later that night, Dan finally broached the subject.

"Are you ready to talk about today?" he asked her gingerly.

Camila sighed. "I need to, yes."

"What happened?" Dan was trying hard not to put pressure on his wife, but he could tell she needed his coaxing to get it out.

"I wanted more."

"What does that mean?"

"I was so turned on, I was so excited, I felt like I was going to lose control," she admitted.

"What would that have looked like?"

"I desired to do something with him more than just showing him my body."

"With him?" Dan asked, not understanding how that could be.

"I can't explain it. I have never once, in our entire time together, desired to be with anyone else. But when he looks at me, with my body exposed to him and I'm rubbing soap all over it, I want him to touch me. I want more. And I have absolutely no explanation as to why."

"Are you attracted to him?"

"I'm attracted to how he looks at me."

"And how is that?"

"Frankly, like I'm a piece of meat and he's a carnivore. It's like he wants to devour me. Maybe I'm projecting, but I don't think I am. And there's… more…"

"What?"

"He shifted his package. He had an erection, for sure."

"Was he rubbing it?"

"No, just barely though."

"Did… did he seem to be packing?"

"Ewww, no. Nothing like that. I'm not saying I want him because he's anything more than you in any which way."

"It's like… his desire for you was tangible?"

"YES. I could tell how much he wanted to touch me and I wanted him to."

"Psychologically, this is very intriguing. So, that's it then? It was too much to take so either I need to shoo him off or hang up some barrier or even both?"

Camila bit her lip. Inside, she wanted Dan to step in and just tell her it was over. She wouldn't put herself in this position again. But something deeper inside her couldn't bring herself to do that.

"Camila, what do you want me to do here? How can I support you?"

She looked into his eyes. He could see the tears forming in hers.

"What is going on, baby?"

"I don't want to stop."

"Can't you see how unhealthy this is for you? You're a mess."

"I know. I think… I think I'm just so worried about disappointing you, of letting you down."

"That's not going to happen. I am ride or die for you, babe. If somehow, someway, doing something with this old guy is something you need to do, then do it. It's not what I would choose for you, but obviously there is something there."

"I don't know what is wrong with me, but I just… God, this is so fucked up."

Dan smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "Camila, I will love you no matter what. I swear to you. I don't understand this need but I can't deny it exists."

"I don't deserve you."

"The feeling is mutual. Do you have any idea what you're going to do?"

"No. I don't."

"I trust you. I hope you figure out what it is you need and you get it."

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The day before, Camila was nervous as she went out to shower knowing that she was going to be exposing herself to their neighbor again. But she didn't know what to expect.

The following day, Camila found herself not be nervous at all. She had Dan's approval and, more importantly, his understanding. And she didn't fear what might come next. It was like an incredible weight had been lifted from her soul.

She walked to the shower with confidence and a little excitement. As he had the previous two days, their older neighbor showed up and watched her bathe from a respectful distance.

Without stopping her cleaning routine, she spoke directly to him for the first time. "You can come closer… If you'd like."

He hesitated for only a few seconds and then he crossed the distance between them.

"I'm Camila. I feel embarrassed to admit I do not know your name."

"It's Reg," he replied simply. Then, after a beat, he continued. "You don't mind me watching you."

It didn't come out as a question. It seemed that he knew the answer had to be yes on this, the third day he had watched her without her disapproval. It seemed he was more interested in seeking an explanation for her comfort with his voyeurism.

"I don't mind. I like it, in fact."

"Camila, you are one of the hottest women I have ever seen in my life."

His words and sincerity touched her. "Thank you, Reg. Would you… like to join me? There is plenty of room and I brought an extra towel."

She had planned for this next step and had come prepared.

"Really?"

"I think it would be nice. Don't you?"

He stepped up to the shower without further comment. He went to undress but Camila stopped him and started to do it for him. She started by unbuttoning his shirt. She revealed his broad chest, covered in grey and white hairs and wrinkles. Her progress on his shirt exposed what she expected to find based on his shape. He had an old man's beer belly. In different circumstances, she'd likely be turned off by someone who looked this way. But in this situation, lurid as it was, it fanned the flames within her.

Reg stepped out of his sandals as she reached for his shorts. She undid the button and the zipper. She pulled the zipper down slowly, looking him in the eye as she did. She saw the anticipation in his eyes. Camila had no doubt he could see it in her eyes as well.

His shorts fell to the deck and she looked down. He wasn't what she would consider well-hung. She'd seen plenty of porn before, so that might have warped her perspective a bit. He was uncircumcised, which she wasn't used to, but what stood out to her more was the size of the head under that foreskin. If he didn't have much on her Daniel overall, the size of that head made up for it.

She looked back up into his eyes. He wanted her but was being cautious. He didn't know what the rules were. She liked the power over him as she alone knew the rules.

She smiled at him and crocked an eyebrow as she pulled him into the shower with her. She let the water caress his body.

After he had gotten wet, she took his right hand and put it on her left breast. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes."

"You've been thinking of me since you saw me that day." Not a question, a statement.

"Yes. Longer actually. I'd seen you from my window before but never guessed I'd get to see you naked, even after knowing you had built this shower."

Camila smiled. She knew people, especially men, frequently pictured what someone might look like with no clothes on. She imagined he had considered it before the other day when he actually got opportunity to see her naked.

Looking down at his semi-turgid member she said, "Seems you like what you see."

She took his penis in her hand and felt it. It twitched and she could tell it was continuing to become erect. For her.

"Did you ever think that this would happen?"

"Yes."

His confidence shocked her. "Really?"

"When you didn't hide yourself from my gaze, I knew where this was likely going. When you ran into the house yesterday I knew it wasn't because you were suddenly embarrassed by what I saw. You were embarrassed by what you wanted to do."

Camila caught her breath. "What do you mean?"

"You need more than even your handsome husband can give you."

"Oh? And you are someone who could give me what I need."

"I can. I don't know that I will be enough, but I know you are interested in finding out."

Camila stared at her neighbor in the eyes. Reg leaned in and kissed her. His lips were firm against hers. His hands reached behind her, grasping her buttocks to pull her into him. He was in control, but not aggressive.

What surprised Camila is that while she had considered touching him and maybe even jerking him off, she never thought she would kiss him. In that moment, it felt like more of a betrayal to her husband than the sexual actions she had considered, especially since she found herself enjoying it so much.

It was so odd to be kissing another man after all this time with Daniel. And it was such an intimate thing to do. She felt a tingle in her sex from his kiss. She knew then that she would be going much further than she planned to.

Reg broke the kiss and leaned closer to her ear. "You want to be a slut, don't you Camila? You want someone to give you permission to let go and do things you can't even admit to yourself that you want."

Camila felt a flush go through her as what began as a feeling of outrage transformed in her gut to pure arousal.

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It shook her a bit that this man, this stranger, had read her so quickly, stating a truth that she denied to even herself. She loved the love she got from Daniel and wouldn't change a thing about him. But the truth was that yes, she did want to be a slut. She did want a man to use her.

"Yes," was all she could muster in response.

His rough hands casually explored her naked and wet body. "God, I've wanted to touch you like this. To feel your soft young skin."

His reminder of their age difference sent a renewed flush of arousal through her. How far would she allow him to go? Would it be weird for this man, this old man who was her neighbor, to have intimate knowledge of her body?

He nibbled at her neck and she moaned as his fingertips ran lightly over her pussy for the first time. There was a part of her that wanted him to just do it, to stick his fingers deep into her but for now she was enjoying the slow caress as he felt his way about her.

"Does your husband know what a slut you really are?" he asked her softly in her ear.

"No," she meekly replied.

"Does he know you've shown yourself off to me?"

"Yes," she moaned.

"Then he knows. If you're back out here with the intent to show off again and invite me in here with you, he knows. He must want you to be a slut. Unlocking it will change you. He might not know it, but it will. I'd be more than happy to help you unlock your inner slut, Camila. I'd love to make you my slut. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Camila could only moan and go weak in the knees as his fingers dipped slightly into her lips, teasing her pussy with the hint of penetration it craved.

She came into this thinking their old neighbor was just an innocent lucky pervert. Instead, he was a quietly dominant man who read her like a book and had her desperate for more. But how much more. She was like putty in his hands and she had thoughts of all the ways she might want him to violate her.

"Tell me, Camila. Tell me you want to be MY slut."

"I want to be… oooo… I want to be YOUR slut," Camila found herself mewling to him.

She could see a slightly devilish smile on the man. "Tell me how badly you want me to take you in front of your husband."

"Oh my god."

"Say it."

"Mmmmm… I do… I want you to take me in front of him."

"God, you are such a dirty slut. You'd fuck an old man in front of your beloved husband?"

Again, Camila found her knees go weak and the man had to keep her up. The water from the shower head was starting to get cold.

"YES!"

"You want him to see your depravity. You want to rub his face in it. Tell me how that thought makes you feel."

"Uuummfff… it makes me so hot. He should protect me from other men, men like you. But he… he doesn't have control."

Reg was practically beaming at her words. "Fuck, darling, that's so good. All true. He doesn't own this pussy. But I think, after we're through, there's a good chance I'll own it. Is that what you want? A man who is not your husband owning your little pussy?"

As he asked that last question, two of his fingers finally penetrated into her and she came on his hand.

"That's it. You don't have to answer with your mouth. Your pussy just answered for you."

She grabbed at his dick completely consumed with lust. He grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"The water is cold now and I think we'd be much more comfortable inside, don't you? Besides, I think you owe it to your husband to let you see how I'm about to transform you."

They walked to the house barely covering ourselves with the towels, holding their clothing. Camila took a deep breath as she opened the patio door.

Daniel must not have seen Reg coming in with Camila, as he stopped short upon seeing the old man step in our house with his wife.

"Oh, wow," Daniel said.

"Daniel, this is Reg. He… he wants you to see whatever is going to happen."

"What's going to happen?"

"Danny boy, I think you have an idea. Isn't it what you want to have happen?" Reg asked her husband as he looked around our living room.

"Are you going to touch her?" Dan asked a bit nervously.

"Heh, yeah. Something like that. Does that excite you, Daniel?" Reg asked. His confidence without being an ass was helpful and quite appealing to his neighbor's wife.

Dan swallowed hard and cleared his throat. "I-I think so."

"Your wife is gorgeous. You're a good-looking guy, so it's no wonder you're with her. But I bet you still have doubts. Doubts you'll be able to keep her satisfied. She deserves whatever she needs, right?" Reg continued.

"Ye-yes."

Reg turned to Camila with a knowing smile. "What about you, Ms. Camila? Do you sometimes feel like you need a little more than Danny can give you? Something a little dirty? A little risky?"

His words had an effect on her. She didn't believe that she had ever really considered what he was saying, but it did appeal to her. Daniel had always been an excellent lover and she hardly felt lacking in that area, but Camila had experiences before their relationship that involved questionable choices.

And there was just something edgy about this old man, the neighbor who was bold enough to watch a strange woman shower, bold enough to confront her husband with some challenging notions.

"Maybe so," Camila replied, trying to be coy as much as she could despite feeling the flush across her mostly exposed body.

"I'd love to explore with you, however far you're willing to go. As your neighbor, we have all the time in the world, don't we? No need to rush anything."

There was something about his casualness the relaxed Camila but also excited her. Some men might think they only had one shot to make something like this happen. Reg seemed confident that he could take it slow and she'd want to continue. And that her husband would stay on board with whatever came next.

"Ok," Camila meekly responded.

"Excellent. So, in that spirit go ahead and drop your towel so I can see all of your gorgeous body."

She did as instructed. The living room was air conditioned so it was slightly cooler than the backyard had been. The pretty wife was fairly dry, but the coolness in the room had a direct effect on her nipples. She was certain the stares by both men had an effect as well.

It was surreal to Camila to stand naked in front of another man while in front of her husband. To say he had a look of approval would be an understatement. He was practically salivating.

Reg dropped his own towel and again the uncircumcised penis hanging before him drew Camila's attention to the foreign nature of his penis. Daniel looked at his wife and then back at Reg's hanging phallus, his eyes bulging. He couldn't believe the situation.

"Come over here."

Camilla did as he instructed and knew without being asked that she should go to her knees before him to be at eye-level with his tool.

"Tell your husband what you want."

"I want to suck your dick."

"Don't tell me, tell him."

She turned to Dan, "Honey, I want to suck his dick."

"I-I can see that. If that's what you want."

"Just to be clear, she's not asking for your permission. You gave it when you sent her back out there for her to flaunt her naked body at me. You want to see where this goes because you love her and want her to have pleasures you can't necessarily give her. And, you want to watch when that happens."

The older man understood Dan at a deeper level than he understood himself. He found that he did want to see this man take his wife. He'd never considered himself weak or submissive before; he was a frequent competitor in Ironman competitions. But, for whatever reason he didn't understand, he did want to watch them fuck.

"Yes," was all he could manage to respond with.

Reg grinned. Not a mean or devious grin, but one that conveyed that he was happy he had read this situation accurately.

"Did you hear that, Camilla? He wants this, maybe as much as you do."

Camilla couldn't resist a little girlish giggle. There just was something enigmatic about their older neighbor and his way that made her pussy tingle.

"Go ahead then. Put my cock in your mouth," Reg continued.

Dan's wife licked her lips before leaning in to kiss the head of Reg's penis. She wasn't always fond of giving Dan head, so he noted with some interest how she seemed to be relishing this old man's glans. It felt for a minute like she'd read his mind, for she looked over at him while not taking her mouth off Reg. She smiled awkwardly as she slipped the head between her lips, taking the full and already engorging tip into her mouth.

Anyone would call Camilla a beauty under normal circumstances, but seeing his slender wife, with her slightly caramel skin and doe-like brown eyes looking back at him with a stranger's dick in her mouth literally took his breath away.

She continued sucking, licking, and kissing Reg's old cock. It grew larger with each ministration of this young wife. When it seemed to be fully erect, which seemed fairly solid considering his age that Camilla would guess to be in his late sixties, she wrapped both of her hands around it. As she had seen the other day, it was quite thick and had a good length. Easily larger than her husband she thought to herself and her face reddened immediately when she made that comparison in her head. She'd had friends talk about "big dick energy" and she never really got it until that moment. It's no wonder Reg was as bold and confident as he was. He knew he had the equipment to back it up.

While she was tempted to continue blowing him off and take his load in her mouth, she honestly had no idea how likely would he recover from an orgasm at his age. And she desperately needed to feel this thing inside of her.

She briefly realized she hadn't consider needing a condom before. Dan didn't seem too concerned and she didn't expect Reg to be someone she'd need to be worry about catching something from. As neither of the men said anything, she decided she wasn't going to bring it up.

"Reg, will you fuck me with this now?" She asked in a voice that was meeker than she intended.

"It would be my pleasure, my dear," he replied, helping her up off the floor and over to the couple's couch. She sat down with her ass as close to the edge as she could.

Reg touched her sex with his finger to judge whether she was lubricated enough. He needn't worry-this whole charged situation had the young wife dripping her secretions. He smiled at this. It certainly added to his own arousal knowing how willing she was to take his cock-mind, body, and soul.

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ
  Chapter:1 - Neighbor Chronicles Redux Prologue
   Teaser:Summary of Neighbor Chronicles, Chapters 1 through 5
 Category:Loving Wives
      URL:http://www.sprunge.us/9U9ven
Published:2024-03-14
Summary of Neighbor Chronicles, Chapters 1 through 5

Lead-up to NCRedux:

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Bill (30M) and Amber (29F) are an attractive, fit, married couple who live in a nice neighborhood in the suburbs of Chicago. Their sex life is quite vanilla-Bill has never received a blowjob from his wife in their years together. He reads online stories to get his fix. He has a secret fantasy of watching his wife hook up with someone he doesn't care for or doesn't like. She finds his browser history, asking if he still loves her. He reassures her, and she begins teasing him with his fantasy after seeing how aroused he gets.

After hosting Bill's 30th birthday party at their home, Bill gets an idea to spice things up. Amber intends to give him his first blowjob as a birthday present-he instead asks Amber to indulge his fantasy a bit more than through their dirty talk. He wants her to seduce a guest they felt compelled to invite-their old, overweight conventionally-unattractive asshole of a next-door neighbor, 55-year-old Jack. He is still lingering in their hot tub after the party. Through sheer charisma, absolute confidence, and the strategic brandishing of his sizeable, shapely member-Jack manages to intrigue and seduce Amber, fingering her before she gives him a blowjob on the back patio out of the hot tub. Bill watches from their bedroom window before sneaking outside to get a better view, absolutely blown away by the events.

The taboo of the encounter, paired with the contrast between Amber and Jack, is an intoxicating mix of heady emotions for the couple, who are hooked by the experience. With Bill's encouragement, Amber continues to hook up with Jack. Jack initially thought Amber was hooking up with him behind her husband's back, though he figured out she had his support soon into their arrangement. Bill, who still has yet to receive a blowjob from his wife, encourages her to film her sexual escapades with their neighbor while also denying him the pleasures she affords Jack. Amber plays up teasing and humiliation while on camera or while engaging with Jack in front of Bill. These sessions bring Amber and Bill closer together as they explore their limits and deepen their trust.

While Amber finds Jack's personality disagreeable and his behavior distasteful, varying from rude to abhorrent-she genuinely enjoys their physical encounters. Their connection proves to be solely a physical one, though coarse in his approach, he understands, respects, and pushes her limits accordingly. Amber works in a high-stress environment at a hospital-and it is implied she manages to relax and let go of her control and expectations through her experiences with her unpleasant, hung neighbor.

Jack may be an asshole, but he acts as an experienced dominant, slowly but expertly pushing the couple's boundaries as they figure out what they do and don't enjoy about this arrangement. Amber and Jack almost have sex after she gives him a "pussyjob," which gives Jack an idea. He proposes a bet regarding the upcoming Superbowl-if the Patriots beat the Falcons, Amber has to give him another pussyjob, this time in front of Bill. If the Patriots lose, he will pay them five grand and watch Bill and Amber have sex in front of him. (The loving couple doesn't need the money, but it keeps things interesting.)

They watch the Superbowl at Bill and Amber's house, with Amber teasing Jack and Bill for the entirety of the game. Deep into the fourth quarter, it appears the Patriots might lose. Amber and Bill start to celebrate prematurely, touching and kissing each other in front of a frustrated Jack. In a devious move, Jack spikes Bill's drink with sleeping pills. He plans on seducing Amber without interference, even if he loses the bet. Bill imbibes the spiked drink before the Patriots mount an incredible comeback, winning the game-and Jack the bet.

Bill passes out on the couch, though Amber doesn't think much of it at the time. Jack encourages him to drink water as he takes Amber upstairs to "collect" his prize. Amber gives him another pussyjob before tensions spill over-driving the pair to have sex multiple times throughout the night in Bill and Amber's marital bed.

At one point, Bill stumbles upstairs to find them having sex. He's incredibly tired but extremely aroused. He isn't upset at this turn of events (He had been fantasizing about them having sex, and he and Amber had discussed the possibility previously). Bill essentially gives them his blessing before passing out in the guest room, and while Amber notes his sudden tiredness as odd, she's too distracted to investigate further that night. They end up having mind-blowing sex in various capacities and places throughout the house until morning when Jack goes home.

Bill and Amber regroup over the next week, and Bill eventually shares that he suspects Jack spiked his drink on the night of the Superbowl, as he was not tired at all beforehand. He recalls Jack encouraging him to 'finish his beer,' and he passed out after that.

Bill isn't that upset about the turn of events. He found the outcome hot so he doesn't treat it like a big deal. Amber vehemently disagrees. Realization dawned on her as the odd details of the night suddenly made perfect sense. In a barely contained fury, she storms over to Jack's house to confront him about his suspected behavior.

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You're all caught up! This is where our story begins.

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If you're wondering: "The story is fine as-is. Why are you re-writing this at all?"

Why a Re-Write?

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In the original story, Amber, who is depicted as a strong and fiery woman who unconditionally loves her husband, behaves completely out of character-doubly so as a person working in the medical profession. When confronted, Jack refuses to apologize, threatening to blackmail Amber at her job with photos and videos he's taken at Bill and Amber's request. Even after threatening her livelihood and social standing, he manages to convince Amber that Bill loved what he witnessed the night of the Super Bowl and will want more-and that they should record a whole series of sex tapes in secret as a surprise wedding anniversary gift for him. Bill and Amber's wedding anniversary is months away, and Amber would need to lie to Bill for the entirety of this duration.

This "strong woman", against any logic or reason, agrees to continue fucking a man who just threatened her job, her reputation, and her livelihood, while allowing him to film more content he could blackmail her with while functionally cheating on her husband, who has proven partial to this arrangement from the very beginning. In addition, Amber has the expertise to know that Jack could have potentially killed her husband (especially with his mixing of pills with copious amounts of alcohol) just for an opportunity to hook up with her again.

As a writer: I understand this decision. As a reader: I didn't find it at all convincing. It isn't necessarily bad depending on what you're going for. If you want more sex scenes between these two as soon as possible after the previous chapter, this works out great! However, if you followed this story for the slow burn and buildup that occurred over tens of thousands of words before the leads even had sex, then this was a massive disappointment-one I hope to rectify with a more realistic take.

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ

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  Chapter:2 - Neighbor Chronicles Redux Ch. 1
   Teaser:Jack faces consequences for his actions after the Super Bowl
 Category:Exhibitionist & Voyeur
      URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/neighbor-chronicles-redux-ch-01
Published:2024-01-30
Chapter 1

Knock knock knock

Jack's head shot up at the sound coming from his side door.

"Looks like she couldn't resist."

A greedy smile crossed the man's round face as he hoisted himself from his chair. After his marathon romp with his sexy neighbor last Sunday evening, all he could think about was whether or not she would accept his invitation to come over today. A heady feeling of triumph filled him as he received his answer.

Three more crisp knocks echoed as he lumbered toward the door. His black shorts showed off his bulge and his white t-shirt was actually free of stains.

"Coming, coming. Hold on," he exclaimed loudly as he twisted the bolt and pulled open the side door.

"Oh, look who it is," Jack crooned, completely unaware of the hurricane brewing silently on his doorstep.

Amber drew her lips together tightly, her eyes cold as she met his lecherous gaze.

"Hello, Jack," Amber's tone remained short as she walked through the door.

Jack looked her over as she hung up her jacket. Her hair was up in a tight bun, revealing the nape of her neck. She was wearing a light blouse, tucked loosely into jeans that held tightly to the curve of her butt. She turned to face him as she fiddled with a small clutch bag wrapped around her wrist. Her demeanor was all business.

"I wasn't expecting you over so early this afternoon. It's a little sudden, but I'm sure I can rise to the occasion," Jack teased, arrogant as ever, as Amber hung up her jacket next to the door.

A slight edge crept into Amber's even tone, "That's not what I'm here for. We need to talk."

Jack bristled at her obstinance, a look of annoyance crossing his face. This wasn't part of the plan. Whatever. They'd talk about whatever the fuck she wanted to talk about and then get down to the good stuff.

"Fine. Out with it then. I'm used to you being on your knees for me by now. What do you want?"

Amber could not contain her mounting fury any longer.

"Super Bowl. Crushed sleeping pills in Bill's drink. Ring a bell?"

Jack crossed his arms and puffed up his chest, "Ah, so your wimpy-dick husband snitched on me," he mocked, "even after I provided his lovely wife with an extensive, Earth-shattering experience."

"Asshole. What did you give him?" Amber ignored him other comments, laser focused on the task at hand.

"It was just a few crushed-up sleeping pills, he didn't even drink it all. It isn't a big deal."

"I'll decide if it's a big deal or not-tell me exactly what you gave him and how much."

"I told you, it was just a few pills-over the counter. Nothing serious."

Amber was shooting daggers at Jack, the back of his shirt began to speckle with sweat.

"Fine, fine, come on," Jack led Amber to the first floor bathroom. He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out two small bottles of sleeping pills, "Here. I gave him two of each of these, but I don't think he finished his drink."

Amber snatched the bottles from his hands as he walked out of the bathroom.

"You are so fucking lucky he wasn't on any medication," Amber's words dripped with venom as she scrutinized the labels.

"See? No harm, no foul. Not a big deal. I'll even forgive little Billy for snitching on me."

Jack regretted his words immediately. The glint in Amber's eyes turned downright dangerous.

"Oh? Not a big deal? So you're aware of Bill's medical history, are you? Allergies? Injuries? Medications?" She backed him up against the wall.

"No? Didn't think so. How dare you put my husband's life at risk for a fucking hook up. And even now you have the gall to insult him to my face?! He only mentioned it because I pressed him for details about how he was feeling that night. He didn't want to make a big deal about it at all. In fact, he's the only reason I didn't come in here swinging."

"Hey, it was all in good fun! He was fine, wasn't he? He even got to join in later. He loved it as much as you did, remember? And if he's sad he missed most of it he can hold a camera for us next time," Jack deflected, grasping in desperation for any excuse to minimize blame and calm Amber's bubbling rage.

Amber's temper hit its boiling point.

"I can't fucking believe you. Whether he enjoyed it or not is irrelevant. He can barely recall anything from that night anyway due to how much you gave him! You've gotten everything you wanted without any consequence and the SECOND it might not go exactly the way you want, you decide to DRUG my husband. Without him, none of this ever would've happened with you!"

Jack, now completely on the defensive, lashed back out, "Pfft, whatever you have to tell yourself. You haven't hooked up with me for Bill's sake in a loooong time."

This stoked Amber's fury further. He wasn't necessarily wrong, but she hated that she let someone this despicable this far into her and her husband's lives. It didn't help Jack's case that he was completely and totally missing her point.

Amber's laugh was cold.

"You fucking idiot. I had wanted to fuck you for weeks, and you couldn't muster a single modicum of patience. Fuck-I'd been fantasizing about giving you that stupid pussyjob all week! God forbid I tease you a little bit with Bill first."

Jack couldn't find words.

"But that's it-it's over. We're done. It's obvious you don't give a shit about either of us. I can't believe I actually wanted to fuck you-that I ENJOYED fucking you. Disgusting," she vented in exasperation.

Amber moved to grab her jacket. Jack's arms dropped to his sides. Stunned and absolutely deflated at her declaration, he scrambled to salvage what he could.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to hurt Bill-I'm just teasing-I wasn't thinking, I got caught up in what would happen if I actually lost the bet and it was driving me crazy," Jack pleaded.

Amber swung open the door and looked straight through him.

"I don't give a fuck. Have a nice life. Don't call. Don't text. I don't want to hear it."

SLAM

The door rattled against its frame at her exit. Her steps echoed for a moment against the concrete path. He heard the clang of the side gate open and close, and she was gone.

"You'll be back," Jack muttered to himself as the last echoes of her footsteps died.

Boy, was he fucking wrong.

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Jack was reeling. It had been what, a few minutes since she knocked on the door? Half an hour ago he was plotting how he was going to get his pretty little neighbor bouncing on his cock again. Instead, their whole relationship was in shambles.

How the fuck did this happen? He had everything completely under control.

She had been pissed many times before, claiming he took things too far or was being disrespectful. Regardless, she always ended up back on her knees between his legs, salivating expectantly, and would proceed to obediently service him anyway.

This time felt different though. Much different.

'She'll be back,' Jack thought, 'I might've gone a little too far, but it's nothing I can't salvage. Hell, Bill is so fucked in the head that he'll be sending her over here gift-wrapped for my pleasure before the end of the week.' Though he didn't really believe that himself.

Damage control. He typed out a quick, sure-fire apology that always worked with pissed off exes back in the day and shot her a text.

"Your text message was not delivered."

The fuck? He had service. Full bars, even.

He tried re-sending it. Same error. He tried sending it over wifi, same error.

"Wow, she actually fucking blocked me."

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Bill felt a chill as he walked through the door. The atmosphere had definitely changed since he had left for the gym.

"Amber, I'm home! Is everything all right?"

He moved to refill his water in the sink when he heard her footfalls on the stairs.

Bill turned the corner as she approached. She had wrapped herself tightly in a blanket. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were stained red from tears.

"Oh shit, darling, are you all right? What happened?" Bill closed the distance between them, scooping her up in an embrace. Amber didn't care if he was caked in sweat, she released a shuddering breath as she struggled to keep herself from crying.

"I went over and confronted that asshole." she snapped, between breaths. "Fucking asshole. A worthless, disgusting, selfish pig." she managed, between shuddering breaths.

Bill held her close and stroked her hair, a mounting fury welling up from his core.

"Did he do something to you? Do I need to-"

"No. No. It's fine. I handled it. We just talked. Well-I talked. He dodged, deflected, and floundered like a 300-pound professional ballerina from some twisted fever dream."

They both chuckled at the image, helping them both relax a little.

"It's over. I ended it. I couldn't tolerate how he treated you. There's no excuse for it. If something would have happened that night while you were alone-" her breath hitched in her throat as she attempted to stifle a sob, "I never could have forgiven myself."

"It's all right, darling. It's all right. I'm okay."

"I don't want to see him again. I don't want to discuss him again, I-." her breath caught as she fought d back tears.

This time Bill interrupted her.

"Absolutely. It's over. I have absolutely nothing but anger for anyone who would even think of making you feel this way. It's all right, darling. You don't have to explain. Come on, let me take care of you."

Amber nodded, pushing her head into his chest. Her husband bent down, lifted her into his arms, and carried her up the stairs. They could be heard for a moment from the kitchen below.

"You know, even all wet and crying, I've never seen a little burrito as sexy as you."

Giggles could be heard coming from the freshly wrapped burrito, followed by the click of a closing bedroom door.

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Jack hadn't heard a thing from his neighbors in the last two weeks. Complete and total radio silence. Even their window blinds facing his house were always drawn. If not for lights going on and off, he wouldn't have been able to tell if anyone actually lived there.

Jack had relived the glory of that fateful night over and over. However, in the clarity following his blissful release, he was haunted with the weight of his transgression without fail.

Sure, he'd taken both of those sleeping pills before, but never together and never more than one. So why did he crush up so many? Why bring it over to their house? Why did he pour all of it into Bill's drink? He probably could've fucked her anyway and made Bill watch even if he had lost the bet, so why didn't he? What if something bad actually happened to Bill while Jack was in ecstasy with his wife upstairs? Amber probably wouldn't have been as pissed if she didn't work at a hospital. Was she a doctor? A nurse? Whatever. Though maybe she had a point.

She was always so submissive when they hooked up. Wait-that wasn't quite right. Her submissiveness always followed a fiery defiance. Jack hated to admit it, but what broke through her stubbornness was almost always the mention of her husband, his support, his pleasure, his approval…

Fuck, she really did a lot for him.

But it couldn't be just that, right? He was pretty good at discerning when she was giving him lip service versus when she actually meant what she was saying in the heat of the moment. But now it didn't matter. She walked away, 100% true to her word.

This whole thing wouldn't have been nearly as fun if she was some dumb blonde with rocks for brains. She was intelligent, sophisticated, opinionated, intimidating-Why else would it feel so good to see that perfect ass of hers repeatedly slamming into his thighs? Her back arched majestically when he wrapped her sandy blonde hair around his hand into a makeshift bridle, pulling her head upwards as she begged him for more. God damn, she never even spilled a drop when he commanded her to! She obviously didn't have to do it…

That had to be a part of it. Jack had to have known that she could walk away at any time for any reason. She was a woman who could have absolutely anything she wanted from anyone she wanted. Why did he risk everything on one fucking night? Bill and Amber had been putty in his hands. A guy as good-looking as Bill with a smoke show of a wife that he liked to share with old fat guys like him? That was the fucking dream!

And he threw it all away.

"STUPID-STUPID-STUPID!" Jack slammed a pillow against his face with every word. The weight of his fuck up now hitting him with full force. Even now, this guilt had begun tainting the memories of their interactions, leaving him frustrated and ashamed.

Jack lumbered out of his bedroom into his office. He rummaged through his drawers and pulled out some paper, pens, and some old stationary. He sat down at his desk and took to writing.

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It had been a little over two weeks since Amber had confronted Jack and ended their arrangement. After Bill accepted the full weight of Jack's behavior, even the most potent of his fantasies couldn't bring him to disagree with her decision.

Besides, Amber didn't really leave him a free moment to think about it.

They had been fucking nonstop since. The most passionate, intense, and nasty sex they had ever had, by far. Amber, in her guilt at fucking her hung neighbor all over the house while her drugged husband fought sleep in the next room, pulled out all the stops to 'apologize.' This time, it was Bill benefiting from all of the training Jack put her through.

Immediately after she'd get home from work, regardless of whether Bill was preparing dinner, watching TV, working at his computer, or just relaxing while reading a book, she'd find him, kiss him passionately, and stuff his entire length down her throat before he even got a chance to say hello.

"Babe-haah-haah, how was your day-," he managed to say following her arrival home on day three.

There was no verbal response. Not until she was done, anyway.

Amber was like a woman possessed. And as a testament to how thorough she was, Bill did not see a single drop of his own cum for the entire first week.

It seemed like nothing was off limits now. Any of the nasty things he saw her do with Jack on video, she pulled out with her husband and cranked them up to eleven.

Finally, halfway into week two, Bill asked Amber a question that gave her pause as they "readied for bed".

"Honey, I love you so much, and this has been absolutely incredible, but-ahhh! Ah-FUCK-!

The back of Bill's head hit the pillow as he shuddered from the intense wave of pleasure passing through him. Amber's mouth stayed fixed on her target, eyes flashing as she claimed her prize.

"Yes, darling? You started saying something I couldn't quite catch." Amber's eyes looked thoughtful as she smiled, turning her attention upwards and away from Bill's freshly drained member, now withering rapidly in her hands.

"Look, babe, this has been absolutely incredible, but are you sure you're not just doing this with me because you might miss hooking up with Jack?"

Amber cocked her head to the side, considering her husband's words.

"It's okay if you miss that, you know," he continued, "I understand you feel bad about what happened, but I'm okay, you're okay, and I don't hold it against you."

Without a word, Amber leapt forward, arms caressing Bill's neck as her mouth met his. Other than the slight tang of his skin on her lips he couldn't taste anything else. Damn, had she gotten good.

"Sweetheart, I love you so much," Amber soothed, "you're everything I could ever need. The fact I withheld from you what I gave that fucking asshole feels horrible. It's only fair I show you what you've been missing, right?"

She kissed him deeply again, barely giving him time to breathe before diving back in.

"Darling," Bill began as Amber slowed her loving assault, "You didn't do anything wrong. It turned me on too, remember? If I honestly had a problem with you withholding things from me I would've let you know. You don't owe me anything, okay?"

Amber blushed as she averted her gaze.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I'll try to remember that."

Bill lovingly stroked Amber's hair as she snuggled int his chest.

"Everything you did was fine. It's not your fault he turned out to be such a horrible piece of shit."

They laid there for a long while before Amber spoke again.

"Was it everything you wanted?"

Bill didn't miss a beat: "Of course. I wish it would've gone differently at the end, but it was such a wild ride. I can't put a price on how much closer it brought us."

"Would you ever want to do anything like that again?" she asked, lifting her head to enunciate.

"If we ever do anything like that again, it needs to make you as happy as it makes me."

"Darling-I love you so much."

"I love you too, my angel."

Only the distant sounds of suburbia and the rhythmic stroke of fingers through sandy blonde hair remained as they both drifted off to sleep.

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"Hey babe, come look at this."

Bill was absentmindedly flipping through the mail while Amber finished washing the last of the dishes. He had gone all out on making dinner for date night and she always liked to return the favor.

"Hmm? One second darling-this is the last pan."

Amber dried her hands as she peeked around Bill, who held the thick envelope out toward her.

"Oh," Amber exclaimed as she read the name of the sender across the top left.

"Hmm, there's no ink on it, so he must've just put it in the mailbox," Bill remarked.

"Sure, but then why did he put a stamp on it?"

Both Bill and Amber began howling with laughter.

"Okay, okay," Bill managed to catch his breath first, "do you want to open this baby up?

Amber shrugged, "It's up to you. I don't really give a shit."

Bill's eyes narrowed as studied her expression.

"Oh, you don't huh?" Bill teased her gently, "You're not even a little curious?"

"This feels out of character for him, you know he'd do anything to get me back into bed with him."

"Maybe, but it can't hurt to look it over. He hasn't bothered us at all in the last two weeks, even though you bet me otherwise."

"Hey now! There's still two more weeks left on that bet! And depending on the contents of this letter I just might have won," Amber challenged as she dug the tips of her fingers into her husband's sides.

"Okay, okay!" Bill backed up, unable to fully escape her playful assault, "If this letter is fucking creepy and shit, you win. Deal? If not, who knows, maybe he might even be worth fucking again," Bill half-teased, "As things stand, I'm worried my dick might fall off from overuse-I might need to tag out for a bit."

Amber laughed again, noticing the growing bulge in the front of her husband's pants.

"You're incorrigible," she shot back, pushing him playfully away from the counter as she assumed his place. She turned her head towards him as she began swaying her hips back and forth.

"Well, as your doctor, to make sure you continue seeing this situation objectively, I'm going to have to prescribe something drastic and drain your balls right here. Do you think you can handle that, sir?" Her voice was pure silk.

Bill was powerless. And soon he'd also be quite empty.

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Jack had seen that their kitchen light was on from his seat at his dining room table. He didn't make a point to spy, but he was curious. He shut off the lights and peered out of the blinds of his dining room. The light was brightest from the small window above their kitchen sink, which was flanked on one side by appliances and cabinets and by a counter connecting to the living room on the other. Their curtains had been drawn religiously for weeks and he had stopped even looking over in their direction anymore. Tonight, however, was a different story.

Jack moved to his living room to get a better view, as there was enough space between the bars of the side gate of the pool fence that gave just enough room to see. The night was cool, but not freezing, and it appeared that Amber and Bill had cracked the window slightly to let in some fresh air. When they did, however, it appears they had left the shades pulled back just enough to see inside, and he swore he saw movement.

More curious than ashamed, he walked over to the kitchen and fished out a pair of old binoculars from a junk drawer. Jack raced upstairs to his office, returning with a device resembling a small satellite dish with some wires and a pistol grip. He received this parabolic audio amplifier from one of his cop friends years back, happy at the thought it would come in handy again. They served him well in his much less respectable past and maybe they'd serve him well now too. He hustled back to the window to investigate.

Bringing them into focus, he could make out someone leaning over the counter, facing towards their living room. They bounced rhythmically back and forth. Panning down, he could see two large hands on their hips, followed by another body repeatedly closing the distance between them.

Oh-They were fucking.

Jack remembered their window was open, and he slighted opened his own. Even with the snow bouncing around the sound, he was not able to hear anything. He fired up the amplifier, sliding on the large headphones, and he used the stand on the front of the dish to angle it towards their open window. The cord was long and coiled, allowing him to move freely around the window without disturbing his setup.

He fiddled with the settings, managing to tune it to the proper distance to hear what was going on inside.

"Yes, yes, yes, Bill-fuck. You feel so good."

Amber.

"Oh, I know how you like it, babe. You like getting bent over the counter like a good, dutiful wife?"

Bill.

"Oh, god yes"

He could make out muted slaps, punctuation between her moaning, begging for more. He fumbled for his binoculars and he could just make out the red of her freshly spanked ass above Bill's hands hugging her hips.

A single thought occurred to him.

'Oh, I did that-he never used to spank her. That's my doing.'

Jack's ears grew hot with envy. That should have been HIM. She only talked like that with HIM. There was no way in hell Bill was giving her what she actually needed… was there?

His rapidly hardening length twitched angrily in his sweatpants, betraying his anger and only frustrating him further. He sat on the floor and pulled out his cock, sounds from the audio amplifier feeding his earphones with the sounds from their window. The only sound accompanying their breathy voices and deep moans was that of skin slapping on skin. He closed his eyes, bringing to life all the images he worked so hard to commit to memory.

"Oh my god, yes, I can feel you twitching, please, please fill me up!"

"Hmm, I'm not sure if you've been bad enough for me. Are you sure it's my cum you want? You can't fool me, I never watched you savor it like his."

"Yes baby, please-I'm all yours! I'm gonna c-"

Amber was definitely cumming as Jack already felt himself getting close. 'Like his?' That had to be in reference to himself, right? It had to be. Surely he couldn't have been replaced already? The thought just made him harder. He wanted nothing more than to march in the door, rip her from Bill's arms, and pound her senseless on the counter in front of him.

Animalistic moans, punctuated by what had to be Bill's slowing thrusts, were the last noises Jack could hear, as the man next door obviously gave his angel of a wife exactly what she wanted.

Amber's face flashed through Jack's mind, looking back at him over her incredible ass, telling him she was all his between her desperate moans, begging him to fill her, begging him to make her his-"

"That should be me " Jack moaned softly to himself as he exploded all over his stomach. He shuddered as the powerful orgasm shook through him.

The cold air from the open window caused his load to cool quite rapidly, making him shiver.

'This should be inside of her right now, and Bill should be the one cumming all over himself.' he thought angrily as he got to his feet, grasping for a paper towel from the table. He felt ridiculous as he laughed to himself: easy clean up was one of the weird benefits to hanging out shirtless at home.

He began to relax a little as he cleaned himself off, removing his equipment as he closed the window, and marched upstairs to shower. Post-nut clarity helped him think more rationally as he turned on the shower faucet and stepped into its welcoming heat.

A worrying thought occurred to him. Had they read his letter? Did they even deign to open it or would they just throw it away?

'All right, calm down. I really fucked up here. But what else can I do? They must have the letter, and they've gotta read it eventually. And if they don't-well, I've done everything I can. There's no way that his sexy neighbor would tolerate anything rash right now, I gotta chill out and let things blow over.'

For whatever reason he felt odd only referring to Amber as his sexy neighbor, and now it felt like it took effort to even do so? What the fuck was wrong with him? There was no mistaking the look he could put on her face, the ecstasy of the sounds she made, the flash of excitement in her eyes that would betray her defensive exterior when he'd tell her about something they could do that Bill would love to see…

God he hoped she'd remember too.

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Bill and Amber had collapsed as they came down from their high. A wife pinned to the counter by her husband, now leaking onto the floor.

They lasted there for a moment as one, him still inside her. As he was about to pull out and let her up, she turned and pulled his face close, kissing him passionately once more.

They were glowing when they finally got up, both smiling and equally satisfied. The sticky floor beneath them evidence of what took place.

Bill quickly cleaned up as Amber raced upstairs to shower, comically holding a few paper towels between her thighs as she did so. Looking everything over, Bill spotted the letter still sitting further down the counter. He eyed it for only a moment before ascending to join his beautiful wife, last seen goose-stepping her way up the stairs like some gangly puppet. God damn, he loved being married.

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Bill and Amber, both still glowing and now freshly showered, decided to curl up on the couch and watch some TV.

"Would you like something to drink, darling?" he asked.

"Some chamomile would be lovely, thank you babe!"

Bill flicked on the kitchen light, followed by the click of the electric kettle. Amber heard him stop after turning off the sink, and looked over the counter into the kitchen to see him holding a glass of water in one hand and Jack's unopened letter from earlier in the other.

"All right, fuck it," she said, throwing her hands over her head in mock exasperation, "Let's see what this asshole could possibly have to say."

Bill looked up, cracking a smile at her gesture. He set the waters down on the coffee table in front of the couch as he presented the thick envelope to Amber with a flourish of his wrist.

"Here you are, miss. It is firstly addressed to you, after all."

Amber laughed in response, leaning over one of the armrests to click on a lamp.

"Give it here, you dork! Come cuddle with me, we can look over it together."

Amber leaned forward, hitting the side of the letter on the table in front of them. Bill joined her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as she ripped open the opposite end.

"Oh, this is some nice stationary," Amber started, "Who would've thought he had anything like this over in that gross house of his?"

Bill chuckled as he sipped from his water, "Looks like this guy is full of surprises."

Click.

"Oops, that's the kettle, let me get you that tea, my love," Bill got up as fast as he sat down.

She started reading.

"You like yours steeped for 5 minutes, right darling?"

"Oh, uh, yes! Thank you babe."

Bill set the timer on his phone and brought her mug and a small dish for her tea bag over to the table.

"Wow you look intense. How is it?"

Amber paused for a moment, searching for the words.

"It's-different. Unexpected, I guess? It's weird, it doesn't sound like him, but it's definitely him, if that makes sense?" she explained.

"Hmmm, let me take a look?" he said as she handed it to him.

The timer on his phone went off. Bill didn't seem to notice as Amber silenced it and proceeded to remove her teabag.

"Wow, that's-Hmm," Bill intoned as he finished.

"Right? I don't even know what to think right now," Amber said between sips of her piping hot tea.

"It's like there's an actual human being walking around inside him, or something. I was worried he was all dick, no brain."

Amber giggled and punched him in the shoulder, "Hey now-are you implying that's all I care about? That I don't have standards or something?"

"Oh, I know you have standards," Bill lifted his hands in front of him. His palms were open, with both facing each other. He began pulling them apart as he continued, "and they look something like thiiiiiis."

"Bill!" Amber blushed, pushing him away as she giggled louder, "If you're going to say so, at least be accurate!"

She made a face as serious as she could muster without laughing and raised her own hands, establishing a distance between them much larger than Bill's, "they're much bigger than that."

Bill's laugh rang throughout the house, "Oh come here you naughty little vixen!"

Amber cackled as Bill playfully tackled her into the couch.

"You know you love me, regardless of who fills me up," she teased.

Amber tickled Bill in an attempt to defend herself, failing to free herself from his grasp.

"Oh, don't start battles you can't win!"

Bill wrangled both of Amber's wrists into one of his large hands before responding with a tickle onslaught of his own in riposte.

And their night was filled with laughter, cuddles, and some calming chamomile tea that required reheating.

**************************

"Deeper, bitch. Fuck yeah, that's it."

Amber's brows furrowed to a point as her eyes began rolling back, taking more and more of Jack's massive cock down her throat.

"Almost there!" Jack yelled at the women kneeling on his bed in front of him, "Don't disappoint me. Don't disappoint that husband of yours either."

Her shapely rear-end, stained red with the hand prints of the man currently stuffing her face, was perched on the backs of her ankles. His hands cupped her head above her temples, leaving her no room to retreat as he guided himself deeper. Her face was just beginning to disappear behind his belly as it made contact with her forehead.

Amber began sputtering as he reached her limit, spit rolling down the edges of his cock, only an inch or two of which was still visible-not that Jack could tell, of course.

Jack roared as he released her head, saliva flying as his cock erupted from her throat, glistening in the daylight flowing in from the curtains. Amber leaned forward, coughing forcefully as she struggled to regain her breath, She wiped away at the drool covering her chin and the entirety of her chest with futility.

"Good fucking girl. It's like you belong on your knees in front of me. Don't you love being my good little slut?"

Amber's face suddenly changed. Her coughing ceased as her eyes grew dangerously cold.

Jack felt a shiver run down his spine as his expression changed from triumph to confusion.

"Yours?" Amber's voice was ice as she gripped the base of his cock like a vise, way beyond any point of pleasure.

"H-Hey, what the fuck-" Jack stammered, unable to break away from her stare.

She threw her head back, laughing menacingly. Jack's heart began beating frantically.

"Yours?! " She repeated, their eyes now locked. Her voice became pure malice.

"I will never, ever, belong to you-you stupid, degenerate fuck."

She opened her mouth wide, both rows of teeth clearly visible, leaning forward as the head of Jack's still-throbbing cock disappeared inside. Jack couldn't move, completely immobilized as his heart leapt into his throat.

Her teeth, now comically white, clamped down on his cock as her proportions began to skew, eyes bulging and cheekbones flaring, as she morphed into a frightening, spindly, caricature of the hottie next door. Sadistic laughter echoed throughout the room as she pressed harder and harder and harder-

Jack jolted awake, limbs flailing as he bolted upright, accompanied by nothing but darkness and the soft moonlight from his bedroom window. The air was freezing against his sweat-soaked shirt as he whirled his head around, assessing his surroundings as he grounded himself, still gasping to catch his breath. His dick throbbed painfully against his boxers as he came to his senses. What the fuck was that?

He peeled off his shirt and threw on his robe as he lumbered toward the bathroom. Jack learned forward over the toilet, one hand supported himself against the wall while the other angled his turgid member down enough for his piss to make it in the bowl. God, this thing could be a fucking pain.

'I really should've installed that urinal' Jack reminded himself, as he usually did on most mornings where taking a piss was a logistical nightmare.

There was no way he could sleep after that.

"Fuck. This has gotta stop."

Guided by moonlight, Jack made his way into his office and booted up his computer.

'New User? Register here'

Clicking through his folder of pictures and videos, he started organizing the ones he'd use as the website loaded up.

Jack smiled to himself as he typed out a profile, dragging and dropping pictures as he discerned what he should and shouldn't do, a list of recommendations from other sites was open in a separate window.

Some of the photos he had sent to Amber, and some Amber even took herself, came in handy. He made sure not to show her face, but damn did her hands, complete with bright, always well-manicured nails, look great wrapped around his cock. And there he was, in his office, sitting in nothing but a bathrobe, illuminated only by the sterile light of his computer monitor, hoping that some other couples might think so too.

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The letter left on Amber and Bill's coffee table read as follows:

Dear Amber and Bill,

I can't tell you how disgusted I am with myself for how I treated you both. I'm going to try and apologize anyway, and I hope, at the very least, it will bring you some context and closure.

You let me into your lives, into your lovely home, and even into the private intimacies of your marriage. I failed to treat this trust and openness with the respect you deserved. I was deeply honored with the role you allowed me to play for as long as I was able to play it, and I hope the benefits of our arrangement were enjoyable despite the headaches I caused you.

I've played a role like this before-although back then I didn't know it had a name. Couples (some friends, some strangers, some who'd been referred to me) shared fantasies with me that I could help fulfill. Eventually, I developed a persona that played into these fantasies and desires. The women in these relationships weren't interested in an intimate connection with me, and so every time my mask would slip, they would quickly lose interest. I learned to keep that shit locked up and kept away from my arrangements.

Things would go well for a while. It felt like a dream come true, sometimes. I mean, no-strings-attached sex with willing women who were excited to hop on when they saw what I was packing? What wasn't to love?

Over time, I learned that things tended to go one of a few ways. Some couples enjoyed a more exciting sex life and a deeper intimacy between them after our time together, but it also exposed and worsened relationship issues in others. The excitement, joy, and feverish energy of the taboo would devolve into suspicion, jealousy, and insecurity. Other times, things would be going great until they would suddenly disappear. It was relatively common to meet with a couple, only to never hear from them again afterward.

Others would get too swept up in the whole thing and neglect their marriage. I've even had women show up to my home after getting kicked out by their husbands, looking for a place to crash. More than one wife came to me crying, saying their husband had gotten too caught up in the fetish and the fantasy and began treating them like their own personal porn star. Eventually, I just couldn't take it anymore: the juice wasn't worth the squeeze. The ups and downs of navigating the scene took a toll and I stopped altogether.

That was true until this past summer, of course.

I figured you invited me to Bill's birthday party out of courtesy. I didn't get out much and was right next door, and hey, free beer, so I came over.

I know I wasn't the best guest, and I can be rude and arrogant at the best of times. So naturally, I was completely unprepared for what happened after the party ended.

It didn't feel real. There I was, far out of my prime, and this absolute angel came onto me. It was a mindfuck-her respectful, handsome, seemingly ideal husband was just inside-what reason did she have to cheat?

So I fell down the rabbit hole of thoughts my experience taught me. Why? Had he cheated on her? Was he shit in bed? Was he a total prick in private and wanted to nuke the relationship? Did she need an outlet after playing the role of "perfect trophy housewife" for too long? Was their "perfect marriage" a farce? Severe daddy issues? Was I being punked?

It had been years since a woman like Amber had approached me with interest, and there was no way in hell I was going to let that opportunity pass me by. I felt myself slip back into that macho persona from years ago, almost like a second skin. Whatever her reason, I knew exactly how to be what she needed me to be at that moment.

At least I thought I knew. As it turned out, I was pretty clueless about what you really wanted, Amber.

It was thrilling. I coaxed, praised, degraded, and teased and watched myself disappear into this incredible woman's mouth and psyche. She was bold, confident, intelligent, and incredibly thoughtful. For some reason, this amazing woman, who could have anyone she wanted as she took the world by storm, enjoyed fooling around with me.

I was over the moon. My confidence, which I had lost somewhere, soared as things progressed. I felt like a new man. And even when I worried early on it was only for one night, it happened again. Then again. And again.

Amber, I found your behavior confusing at times-disinterested one day, only to behave like a woman possessed the next-independent of my behavior. I figured this was feedback that I wasn't convincing enough in my role, and I attempted to respond accordingly.

And then I learned it didn't have anything to do with me.

I sometimes wondered if that might be the case, especially when you wouldn't say a single derogatory thing about your husband outside the bedroom.

I was an actor in someone's fantasy once again. So I figured I might as well enjoy the ride before it all came crashing down.

But you two surprised me. Regardless of how rough or nasty things got, the way you two interacted and treated each other never changed. These things never just "work out" in my experience, so I didn't understand. How could you two still love each other this much with everything happening?

Amber, I admit that I tried to push you, testing for cracks in your relationship at the height of your arousal using the power of suggestion. Bill, I tried to push you too-hell, Amber spent more time with my dick in her mouth than she did with yours in her pussy! How much could you take of your washed-up neighbor having his way with your perfect little blonde wife before you broke?

Turns out, you could take quite a lot, and for whatever reason, I found it equal parts exciting and infuriating. The dynamic with a couple as strong as you two was infectious. Your boundaries eased, shifting far from where they started, yet you remained rock solid-even as my interactions with Amber became even more passionate and intense. Something had to give, right?

I threw down the biggest test I could on the night of the Super Bowl. I was convinced my Patriots would take it. I assumed Bill felt the same and was just going along with it for the chance to finally watch us up close. Another pussyjob, after how close we were to having sex after the first one, would almost certainly seal the deal.

Still, the idea of losing infuriated me. The money? Big deal. I wasn't going to watch a man fuck his wife-my slut-in front of me while I sit there with my dick in my hand. No way. That wasn't my role. Everything with Amber would fall apart after that. There was no way I could maintain my image of dominance in an encounter like that. The fairy tale would be over before it was fully realized. Before I got what I wanted…

When it started to look like I might lose near the end of the 4th quarter, I made a desperate, hasty, stupid, and cowardly decision, and did something despicable.

I thought you might've been aware-Bill was excited one moment, almost falling asleep the next. You soothed him a bit, and we headed upstairs. It was hubris on my part to assume that you must not have cared or figured he'd be fine. I figured you leaving him on the couch was the culmination of all the risk and building lust as you fell into bed with me upstairs-proof that I found your limit. I staked my own belief on a borderline dangerous amount of viagra, and we went over the edge.

When Bill shuffled in, I assumed he hadn't finished all of his drink, and I made a point to remind him repeatedly to drink more water. Bill, you were so tired, but so fucking turned on, and goddammit, you and Amber were still supportive of one another. Amber, you spoke with so much love as you touched his face, even as I stretched you to your limit. I could tell you felt bad, but Bill, incredible as ever, encouraged you anyway through his haze of confusion and exhaustion.

I hadn't won after all: I hadn't broken you. To my shame, you'd broken me. You two have been beautiful. I let my cynicism and jealousy get the best of me, and I am so sorry.

Bill, I am honored to have experienced confidence and security like yours. You never wavered in your support or understanding of your wife. Amber is lucky to have you. As for my blatant disrespect of you and reckless disregard for your health and safety, I apologize.

Amber, I realize now that my persona was something you tolerated. It may have been acceptable in the throes of passion-a release from the responsibility of being a woman with the world on her shoulders-but it wasn't permission to treat you and your husband with such disrespect outside of those instances. I was worried that deviating from such behavior would put our arrangement at risk, and I feel stupid for not realizing my error sooner. I am left with nothing but respect and admiration for you, and I hope that one day I can achieve balance in my own life the way you have in yours.

I would like to make reparations for what I have done to you both, but I understand if you have no interest in engaging or interacting with me in any capacity. And even though I would enjoy maintaining a level of friendship with you both, I will completely respect whatever decision you make.

Regardless, I wish you both nothing but health and happiness.

Your neighbor,

Jack

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The next two months around the neighborhood were uneventful. Bill and Amber kept their blinds drawn, and while there were more cars in Jack's driveway than usual on some weekends, the neighbors kept their distance. Bill and Amber's sex life had reached a new high, and they could not keep their hands off each other. All signs pointed to Monday progressing like any other normal day, if not for the nondescript, brown package in front of the couple's front door.

After finishing her shift at the hospital, Amber collected the mail, encountering the box on her front porch. It was sealed with packing tape and adorned with a shipping label from an online outlet she didn't recognize.

She placed it on the counter, only attending to it after grabbing a quick snack. She grabbed a box cutter from a drawer in the kitchen and popped it open.

On the top of some packing paper sat an invoice for over $70. She torn open the box, trying to figure out what the fuck she was being charged for.

Inside she found a plastic cylinder, thick, clear, and heavy. Inside was something she hadn't seen in months.

A true-to-life, exact replica of Jack's magnificent member.

Amber felt fury rise up as heat in her cheeks and in her chest as she lifted the accompanying paper laid on top. What the fuck was this shit? This motherfucker included an INVOICE for a dildo cast from his own cock? The sheer nerve of this asshole.

She rifled through the box, finding a folded piece of paper. Inside was a note, written above a printed receipt for the invoice, actually paid in full. Next to the amount paid was a small note: "my treat ;)"

She took a deep breath, calming her rattled nerves before she read the familiar handwriting:

I found it unfair that you have had to go without due to my behavior, so this is a gift for you to remember me by; a part of me that never did you wrong. I'll always treasure our time together. If you ever find it in your heart to forgive me, I'd make your forgiveness worth it down the stretch. It's easier to replace memories than remove old ones, and I would be more than happy to remedy them with something much more fun. You can count on me going to any length, especially in making amends.

Now forever yours,

Jack

Amber snickered at "length."

She felt flustered, hoodwinked, confused-What the fuck was he playing at? Was this one final joke? A last-ditch effort to make it into her pants? If so, why give her the only thing she ever wanted from him in the first place?

Her arm holding the plastic tube had become quite tired. Fuck, was this thing heavy.

She forgot how huge it actually was, and without the backdrop of Jack's large frame, it looked even bigger.

Bill wasn't supposed to be home for a little while longer. And what was the harm in testing out a new toy?

Amber removed the silicone from the plastic tube, and ascended the stairs to her bedroom.

**************************

Bill was welcomed home by loud moans coming from their upstairs bedroom

"Oh my God, Amber! Is that what I think it is?"

Bill's face was bright red; mouth agape in shock.

The shade of Amber's face matched his as she pulled it from inside of her. "Baby! It's not what you think. Jack sent it as a memento, and I came home early and you weren't home yet, and I know what I said months ago-I just-" She sat up, covering her face in embarrassment.

Bill's laugh eased her tension. "It's okay, darling! You left the packaging and Jack's note out downstairs. Don't you fucking dare stop what you were doing."

He stripped as he approached the bed, as Amber tentatively began rubbing her clit with the already-wet head of her new toy.

"Are you sure baby? You're not mad at me?" she tucked her chin, looking up at him with an innocent expression.

"Of course not. You look so good with that inside you. I barely remember anything from the night of the super bowl, but being able to see it again without all the baggage attached to it feels like it fulfills something I had missed out on."

She smiled up at him, reassured.

"And besides, there isn't a sound I enjoy hearing more when I walk through the door."

Amber smiled brightly up at him, easing Jack's hefty girth back inside her with a renewed vigor.

"Well then you're in luck." she teased, "Come over here and kiss me while you watch me cum on this perfect cock."

In a single move, Bill crouched to meet her lips as she craned her neck towards him, pulling him close by his neck. Bill was amazed at how the large dildo between them could electrify their lips like this.

Bill reached out a hand to stroke her thigh when Amber suddenly broke their kiss.

Amber cracked a mischievous smile, wagging a finger at him with her free hand, "Uh-ah! It's not your turn yet, darling," she patted the sheets behind her, motioning for him to join her.

Bill's cock twitched in response as he stood.

Amber turned to face him, "Oh? Looks like somebody is enjoying the show."

Amber reached her hand out toward Bill's visibly straining erection, still working Jack's cock back and forth inside her.

"Come here next to me baby."

Bill walked around the bed and sat next to Amber. Angling herself towards him, Amber began lazily stroking his length with her free hand, as she was much more interested in using her new toy.

"I meant right next to me."

She released his member and wrapped an arm around the back of his head and pulled him over her shoulder.

"Don't we look so good together?"

They both looked down over her breasts, each adorned with metal piercings through her nipples, at the large, slick silicone arm sliding past her pussy lips.

You like what you see baby?"

Bill swallowed hard and nodded, cheeks red with embarrassment.

"How are you taking something so thick so effortlessly? You're not struggling at all. Look at how much it's stretching you."

Amber hummed in sultry disagreement, "No-you mean look how much he's stretching me."

Bill noticed Amber bite her lip from the corner of his eye before she pushed the-his-dildo deeper. Her mouth opened as her head rolled back, moaning loudly into his ear. Bill brought a fist to his mouth as he looked upwards, breathing deeply in an attempt to contain himself.

"Fuck, Bill-I love it when you watch me. I love how flustered you get," Amber whispered in her ear.

"You're just so fucking hot. I didn't get to see this before really. My memory of that night is so hazy," Bill admitted, eyes now transfixed on the rhythmic motion of her hand in and out.

"I want you to use it on me, baby."

Amber released the silicone, still buried deep in her folds, as she twisted to grab Bill's closest arm.

"Here baby, like this."

Bill's long, muscular arm was now positioned over Amber's shoulder. His elbow was bent above her sternum, his large bicep cradled between her breasts. One hand held the base of the large dildo while the other was wrapped tightly around his own length, visibly pulsing in time with his heart rate.

"You're so soft, my angel. And holy shit are you wet."

"Yeah? Well I love it when I get to see you covering me with these long, powerful arms," she leaned her head forward, kissing around his triceps, "Jack has nothing on these."

No words occupied Bill's mind as his breathing hitched. He began moving both of his wrists back and forth in rhythm.

"Oh my god-Bill!"

He picked up speed, angling Jack's likeness upwards, he rubbed him against her sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Fuck-babe, you know all my favorite spots."

Bill extended his strokes and picked up the pace.

"I want you to cum for me."

"Yeah? You're gonna make me cum on Jack's cock?"

"Yes, darling."

"Say it."

"Hmm?"

"Tell me to-."

She was unable to finish her sentence.

Bill could feel Amber begin squirming beneath him, adjusting Bill's angle of incidence to maximize her pleasure. Her undulating hips beckoned Jack's likeness deeper, grinding the sensitive nerds of her inner walls hard against his girth.

Bill whispered a command in his flustered wife's ear.

"Cum on Jack's cock like a good fucking girl."

The primal sound leaving Amber's throat filled the entirety of the house. Bill's arm, now covered in her sweat, held her in place, as her hips bucked furiously as she came harder than he had seen in months, as if she was trying to escape from beneath him. So close and connected to her, he swore he could feel the waves of her pleasure oscillate through his own body.

Amber's eyes remained closed for almost a minute, her neck, fresh with sweat, twitched back and forth erratically like an exposed wire under excess current as she came down.

As she regained control of her body, she buried her face into Bill's neck as her breathing began to slow, still shivering with the aftershocks of her overcharge.

Bill's torso was completely covered in cum. They had been so connected, he hadn't noticed his own release had been eclipsed by hers.

"Was I-Was I a good girl for you, my love?" she panted softly into his neck.

"The absolute best."

His hand released the dildo, which Amber's lips held in place for a moment before it slipped free. He wrapped his arm around her head, holding her close.

"Look how hard he makes you cum when he's not even here."

"Baby-"

"It's okay, angel. That was so fucking hot."

"Mmmmm," Amber was still nuzzled tightly into her husband's neck.

With his now free arm, Bill fished out a towel from the top drawer of the closest bedside table and cleaned himself off.

"Fuck it, darling. Just text him."

Amber finally looked up, eyelids now sitting at two different heights, like the surge of her orgasm caused a malfunction in her wiring and she needed a moment to reboot…

"Babe?"

"Yeah. I mean, what's the harm? If he's still a total fuck then whatever, nothing lost. If he can behave, then maybe you can cum like that more often. God damn, you're so fucking beautiful."

Bill turned and leaned down to embrace her lips with his.

"You're not mad?" Amber asked softly.

"Of course not. I love you."

"I love you too, you make me feel so good."

"Oh? You weren't crediting me earlier?" Bill teased gently.

"Mmmmm-maybe."

Amber sat up, taking in her surroundings.

"Holy shit, darling, did you cum?" I didn't even notice!" Amber's face went beet red.

"It's okay! I know it might sound weird-but I didn't really either."

"You pervert!" Amber slapped his chest before throwing back her head in a hearty laugh that reached the corners of her eyes. Bill felt a warmth grow in his chest. He couldn't help but smile watching her-her face glowing like an angel.

"Oh, I'm the pervert?" Bill sat up and rolled over her, pinning her to the bed.

"Mmhmm! You heard me!" Amber hummed with a bratty smirk.

"Looks like I'm going to have to punish you for that one!"

Bill's left hand supported his weight, as he gently wrapped his right hand around her throat.

Amber eyes were defiant as she stared back into his wide, dazzling eyes. Her playful front breaking as soon as it had appeared.

"Yes, please."

"Yes what?"

"Yes-Daddy."

Amber didn't expect the feeling of Bill's extensive length rubbing across her clit.

"Oh my God, Bill, you feel so good."

Bill looked down at the her juices coating the bottom of his length.

"Holy shit, how are you still so wet?"

Amber tried biting her lip to suppress her giggles and blushed deeply. She shrugged in response, before wrapping her arms around Bill's neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

"Will you fuck me, daddy? I've been such a good girl."

"Mmmm, is that the correct way to ask?"

"Please? I miss you."

Bill slid past her soft, inviting lips into her enveloping warmth with ease.

"Oh my god," he breathed, brain overloading at the sensation.

"Yes, baby-Fuck."

Bill pressed deeper as Amber's soft, toned legs wrapped around his rippling figure, welcoming him deeper.

"Mmmm baby-" Amber spoke lovingly as she watched her husband's face contort with pleasure as filled her, "I love watching your face every single time-"

Bill growled in response, "I can tell you a little bit looser after being stretched by Jack's size again."

"Oh? You remember how it felt making love after he fucked me silly, do you?"

The resulting groan and the accompanying pulse of Bill's length against her walls answered her question.

"Or maybe he just makes me wetter than you," she teased.

"Do you want to get fucked or do you just want me to cum immediately?"

Amber giggled and nipped on her husband's ear.

"That's it-"

Bill leaned back and grabbed Amber's ankles and angled them onto his broad shoulders, before leaning forward and pushing himself even deeper."

"Oh-Bill! You're so deep baby."

"Yeah, theres my little size queen."

"Mmmhmmmm."

Amber reached back, gripping the sheets as Bill slammed into her over and over-his hot breath swirling in her ears driving her insane as their building sweat began to mingle-the sensations leading to an oppressive pressure building at the apex of her thighs-

Bill felt Amber's walls clench around his raw girth as she shuddered beneath him, reeling from another powerful orgasm. He slowed his pace as she came back down.

"I guess you still enjoy the feeling of me inside you, huh darling?"

Amber could barely hear him in her haze.

"Of course-baby-amazing."

Amber, eyes still closed, flashed him a satisfied, mischievous smile.

"But thank god you're as big as you are, or else I probably wouldn't fuck you anymore."

Bill pulled out immediately upon hearing her whisper, controlling his breathing as he shuddered at her words.

"Oh no you fucking don't. You don't get off that easy."

He sat up on his knees and bent forward, wrapping one arm around Amber's back and the other under her ass. She yelped as he lifted her into the air and onto his powerful shoulders. Her manicured fingers dug into his hair as her supple thighs pressed against his ears, his broad, rippling muscle making it easy for her to maintain stability. His arms remained wrapped around her torso, easily fixing her in places as he sucked hard on her clit.

"Fuck! Bill!"

The only noises now coming from Bill were wet, smacking sounds as he ran his tongue between her folds.

"That's-!"

He pulled her clit into her mouth, running the point of his tongue over it in short, erratic strokes while his lips maintained suction-her clit, his prisoner-her pleasure belonged to him.

"Right there, oh my god-"

The pinch of Amber's fingernails digging in to his scalp gave him his cue, the flicks of his tongue became rhythmic, short circles as he felt her thighs clamp tightly around his ears.

"I'm-!"

If she had said anything else, Bill wouldn't have been able to hear it anyway due to the pressure of his new earmuffs.

Amber's silent open mouth moans were accompanied by violent shudders as she felt her orgasm shoot up her spine and across her skull.

The wild bucking of hips broke Bill's grip from her clit, he held her tightly in his arms with a wide grin as he stabilized her against his tongue as he eased her denouement.

She stilled, crossing her ankles around his head to balance herself-lovingly brushing her competent husband's hair as she caught her breath.

"Where did you-that-"

Bill responded with a heartily laugh, lifting her from his shoulders and lowering her down on the bed.

"I bet Jack's never done that!" he asserted triumphantly.

"Nmm-mmm" Amber shook her head as she laid back, eyes closed, running her fingers across her stomach with one hand while she teased her dripping entrance with the other.

"Maybe I'll ask him to," she giggled as her presence of mind returned, "Now come do something else he hasn't done."

Amber couldn't guide him in fast enough.

"Oh, you wish that dildo could do more than it already does, huh?"

Amber giggled, "Maybe. Would you like it too?"

She felt him grow in response, sensing weakness-she went for the kill.

She reached out and pulled him closer before whispering in his ear.

"Maybe I didn't want him to pull out last time."

Bill's pace quickened as Amber continued whispering softly in his ear.

"Maybe I wanted to fully give him what's always been yours."

Bill's thrusting became more frantic, but Amber held him close as she locked her legs around him in preparation-her final words practically dripped from her lips.

"Rather, what will no longer be yours when he takes me-when I'm his."

Bill collapsed on top of her as he spasmed uncontrollably, emptying himself inside the love of his life-the dutiful wife who always came harder with another man.

The pair stayed locked together for a long while, Amber stroked the back of Bill's head while he breathed heavily into the pillow beyond her shoulder.

"Wow, Amber-that was-"

"Mmmhmm," she playfully nibbled on his ear before he collapsed next to her.

"Maybe we need to thank Jack for sending that over."

Amber laughed heartily as she turned on her side to face her husband, supporting herself with her elbow as she held her chin, wearing a half-dazed, satisfied smile.

"Oh? Are you going to text him?"

"You know what I mean! That was-really intense, is all."

"Yeah, you fucked the shit out of me," she joked, playfully poking the meat of his arm.

"Is it as much fun to suck on?"

"The dildo?"

Bill gave her a playfully annoyed expression, prompting Amber to cackle again before she responded.

"No, not at all, really. It's just this big, lifeless, carbon copy. It doesn't react the same way as the real thing in my mouth. I get no feedback in the form of his pulse when I can tell I'm doing a good job. I miss the way it twitched when I tried something new, and while this mold has foreskin, it doesn't move, so it takes much more lube than he does to fit comfortably inside me, and rubbing it isn't any fun

"If his plan was for this dildo to drive me crazy enough to go back to him, I guess it might've worked, but only because this is so incredibly disappointing in comparison."

Amber, in her clinical analysis of the anatomical limitations of silicone sex toys, failed to notice Bill was blushing-and once again hard enough to cut glass.

Amber laughed and gave him a playful, loving push, "Oh baby, it's okay, I'm not falling for that shit."

"I think it's just that you haven't talked about him like that in a long time, and, I don't know, the way you put it and how clear you were describing the differences in sensation… It's like he's still so fresh in your mind, like you guys never actually stopped hooking up," Bill explained.

"I mean, when you put it like that, I guess that is pretty hot," Amber confessed, biting her lip as she pulled down his waistband, fishing out her goal.

"Or I'm just a fucking pervert," Bill joked.

"Oh baby, you know I prefer it that way," Amber giggled as she began kissing up his neck.

"You two-just look so good together-" Bill's eyes had closed as he slipped under her spell.

"Mmmm?" She moaned her inquiry into his neck.

"Just like, both wrong and right?-I don't know," she began nibbling on his ear as she pulled his boxers further down to free him from the constricting fabric.

"It's okay, darling. I understand. I just know how happy it makes you to see me in ecstasy, and he def-in-ite-ly brought me _that," she whispered, her onslaught relentless.

"Oh my god," Bill moaned.

Amber climbed up onto his lap. She was still dripping with the contents of his last load as she sank down onto his length, taking him easily and completely. She fucked him slowly, gently, methodically, as she rose and sank on his mast.

"Mmmmm-fuck, baby, you feel so good."

Bill's head was back, eyes, closed, mouth agape, lost in her hypnotic trance.

"Tell me baby," Amber teased, her lips on his ear, "do you want me to fuck him again?"

Bill moaned in response.

"Hmm, that's not good enough, darling," Amber persisted, "I'm not even going to consider it until you answer me."

"You-you already know my answer," he responded weakly. He wasn't lying.

Amber giggled in response, "Maybe," she teased, "I'm just not 100% sure-"

Bill was beginning to come to, lifting his head to meet her gaze. He struggled to open his eyes, which fluttered open asynchronously as his system rebooted.

"I told you babe," he struggled to find his words, determined to express himself, "if we do anything-like that-again-it needs to make you-as happy-as it makes me."

Amber's heart leapt at his words. She caressed his face with both hands, kissing him deeply in response. How did she get so lucky with this beautiful, incredible, loving hunk of a man?

"Fuck, I love you so much, "she breathed into his mouth, shaking her hips wildly back and forth as she brought herself closer.

Bill moaned in response.

"That isn't an answer, darling," he managed between deep kisses.

Amber giggled again into his mouth.

"I'm not sure, baby, I'll have to think about it," Amber maintained her back and forth rhythm with her hips, Though I do admit, I miss the way his magnificent cock felt inside me."

Bill couldn't hold on-an unrestrained moan rocked through him as his body shuddered violently. The erratic motion of his hips broke their rhythm, pulling Amber against his chest and her face beside his, breath hot on Bill's ear. She felt her husband's cock expand inside her as he dug his fingers into the muscle of her ass with both hands. The primal sound, coupled with the newfound ferocity of his touch drove her over the edge-her walls tightened around him in response, securing her prize.

Amber felt his heat flood her core, associated sensations of touch, sight, and sound coalesced together in a blistering white heat that clouded her vision-the surge of sensory impulse erasing her consciousness-briefly replacing it with amalgamation of white hot need.

Their hips did not need or receive instruction-their skin no longer a boundary, sweat and fluid remembered no origin, neither no longer their own-for this moment, there was no record of where one ended and the began.

Bliss

Connected as one, they held each other tightly for moments or hours as consciousness descended upon them.

The first sound they noticed was that of their breaths, slowing in unison. Bill's ragged voice was the first to cut through the haze.

"Fuck, babe. I love you-I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby," Amber breathed beneath his ear, her head nestled in the crook of his neck.

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"Do you think he meant what he said in this letter?" Amber asked, inspecting Jack's letter again over her morning coffee, her bare chest peeking out of her untied robe.

"Hard to say," Bill responded as he poured his own cup, "It's definitely something different-and other than that gift we haven't heard a peep from him. That's gotta be a good sign, right?"

Amber's eyes narrowed.

"I just feel like he's up to something, that's all."

Bill shrugged and took a seat across from her.

"Feels pretty last-ditch effort to me. If that did the trick you would've responded back when he sent it, right?"

"Right… " Amber trailed off, setting the letter down, "I mean, what if something happened again? What if there were real consequences this time?"

Bill nodded, scratching his chin.

"It all comes down to whether or not you can trust him."

"If he disrespected you and your health like that, how can I expect him to respect me? Like, sure, he pushed some boundaries and it usually worked out, but damn he could be insistent. He could always tell when I was 100% serious, but he could also always tell when I wasn't," Amber vented.

"I guess it depends, him knowing where to push and how hard is an art as much as a skill, so it proves he's capable of some level of empathy."

"Yeah! He just has this eye for weakness, anywhere I wasn't steadfast about something, he could find the cracks and just take me."

Bill shifted in his seat, clearing his throat, trying to stay focused on the purpose of the conversation instead of the pressure building in the front of his pants.

"He could be rough, but if he didn't push things forward and take a risk with that, I wouldn't have figured out how much I enjoy things like spanking. I had been so afraid to let go."

"You guys had that crazy marathon night and then some small hookups afterwards."

Amber nodded, waiting for her husband to ask his question.

"So… do you feel like you've gotten it all out of your system?" he finally asked.

She stared off at an unremarkable point in the room, deep in thought. They sat in silence for a couple minutes as she mulled it over. Finally, Amber let out a sigh and crossed her legs.

"I-I don't know, Bill. And I don't know if you're okay hearing that. This was supposed to be your fantasy, and I thought I was pushing my boundaries because you would enjoy it. In reality, maybe I was doing that more for me and you made it easier for me to let go."

Bill let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank god. I started to feel really guilty that I had pushed you so far into something you didn't really want to do in the first place and now couldn't get yourself out of."

Amber laughed, comforted by his relief, "I was worried you'd be mad! But you did push me a little, and I think it turns you on to take responsibility for my pleasure," she smiled mischievously at her husband, a naughty glint filling her eye.

"And so what if I do?" contested Bill. He failed to maintain a serious expression, which was further betrayed by the tenting in his boxers.

Amber stood up, now painted with a look of resolve.

"Okay, that settles it. I'm going to ask him to get coffee. I'm going to grill him, and then see how it goes from there. And if it goes poorly, then whatever. No harm, no foul. I honestly don't expect much."

She paused and bent down in front of her husband until her face was directly across from his. Bill swallowed hard.

"But this time, you don't get credit for whatever does or doesn't happen. It might've started as your fantasy, but now it's our fantasy. So no more beating yourself up about how any of this happens, got it?"

Relieved, Bill's warm smile crinkled his eyes through flushed cheeks.

"Fuck, baby, you are so adorable when you smile like that," She breathed, before she quickly closed the distance between them.

Their matching bathrobes were quickly strewn across the floor in what was a prelude to the inevitable: the sight of a naked, bow-legged Amber racing up the stairs holding a wet wad of paper towels between her legs.

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Jack rubbed his eyes at the interruption of the Saturday morning sun. It didn't feel like Spring yet, but it was coming. Slowly but surely.

He began his day like any other, until his phone vibrated, making a noise that was no longer familiar to him.

Ping

Jack furrowed his brow in a moment of confusion, not expecting to see the name currently displayed across his phone screen.

'Hey, I got your letter. It was very thoughtful. Thank you.'

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Tuesday Evening

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Amber arrived at the coffee shop 15 minutes early. She figured it would give her a chance to calm her nerves with some hot tea. She found a small booth with high walls closer to the back of the shop where she could still see people coming in. She sent Jack a text to let him know where she was sitting and took a moment for herself.

Ten minutes later, she saw Jack enter the line to place an order.

He smiled as he made eye-contact with her, steam rising from the thick paper cup in his hand.

"Hello, Jack," Amber said coolly.

"Hello, Amber."

Jack slid into the booth in the seat across from her.

"It's good to see you again, though it feels unfair that I get the better end of the deal in terms of what I get to look at from across the table."

Amber drew her lips together in feigned annoyance at his compliment. Jack did not mind one bit. Knowing she wanted to be here was all that mattered to him.

"So, how have you been?" he asked, taking a small sip from his cup to test the temperature.

"I've been well, thank you. Anything they make here is so boiling hot that you're going to have to let it cool first."

"Oh, good call, thanks," Jack popped the top off what appeared to be coffee with some kind of milk in it. He laid out a napkin from the holder and placed the cap down. He gripped his cup with both hands to blow off the top, trying to cool it faster.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" he asked with a neutral expression.

Amber cleared her throat and collected herself for a moment before she spoke.

"Bill and I received your letter. It threw us for quite a loop. It both did and didn't sound like you, and I really didn't know what to do about it. I was still extremely angry, and I needed some time to think everything through."

Jack nodded, making no indication he intended to speak.

"So, after receiving your-package, I started to reassess what happened and what I wanted. So today, I'd like to talk with you some more, ask you some questions, and gauge whether or not any further interaction between us could be respectful, if possible at all," she finished, blue eyes steeled against any possible confrontation. There were no cracks in her armor.

"Okay. I really appreciate that, Jack started, in a tone she found uncharacteristic of the sexually gluttonous man she had come to know, "I meant what I said in that letter. I really fucked up and-I apologize for what I did to you both, and especially to Bill."

"How do I know this just isn't something I want to hear because you're desperate to get back in my pants?" Amber questioned.

Jack met her gaze head on, responding without hesitation.

"You don't. I decided to open up about some things with both of you; things I haven't really shared with other people. So I'll do my best to show you there's more to me than a persona, but I'm not going to lie to you. I very much enjoyed what we did and how we did it, I guess I can ease up a little, with key exceptions, of course" Jack answered, an edge of teasing entering his voice near the end.

"You guess?" Amber fired back, eyes narrowed.

"Yeah. I used to see the same story over and over again. Guy wants to watch his partner with a hung stud, and they're cool with it, until one day they're not anymore. The reasons ranged from somewhat logical to absolutely ridiculous. I figured I'd find that line for Bill, and then depending on what you wanted, you'd either go along with him pulling the plug, or admit that you didn't want it to stop.

"When you came over to my place though, I realized I had gone too far. Bill wasn't the one stopping things; it was you. At first, I couldn't figure out why I felt so guilty. I've broken up relationships, marriages even, in the past without any intent to, and while I used to feel bad, I found out they were usually on the rocks anyway. Fuck 'em, right? They asked for it and then they couldn't handle it. Wives would start sneaking behind their husbands' backs, all the while telling me that he was still cool with it.

"So this was fucking weird. You guys were still together, so what was my problem? Would I miss the sex? Holy fuck, absolutely. But I came to realize that I treated your relationship as something that had to wither and die, so I was just going to get my kicks for as long as I could. And with that being the case, why would I need to respect you?"

Jack paused and looked away. He placed his elbow on the table, and rested his chin on his raised hand.

"But you two were strong, and even after everything, still respected and communicated with each other. So by the time I realized that there wasn't a ticking time bomb waiting to spoil all the fun, you were already long gone," he finished, still looking away.

Jack leaned back in his seat, sipping from his cup of a much more manageable temperature.

"I see," Amber now looked down at her own cup, seemingly lost in thought as she tapped her fingers on the sides.

A full minute passed before either of them said another word.

"Who knew you actually had a lot of experience in this realm? And here Bill and I thought you just had a knack for it."

Jack laughed at the welcome dissipation of tension.

"Ha! Well, you get a sense for what men like to see their partners get up to, and it's something you start considering a lot more. Surprises, viewing angles, dirty talk. They often like to feel in control, usually setting boundaries they feel they can maintain, while still craving more. So pushing them at the right times while assessing everyone's state becomes an art," he explained, seemingly relieved to finally have an outlet to discuss the topic.

"You definitely didn't come off as empathetic," Amber jabbed from behind her coffee cup as she took a sip.

"Yeah, nobody seemed to want that outwardly. Usually one partner would tell me it killed the mood, so I toned it down," Jack shrugged, "As I told you, it ended up being a lot more of a headache over time."

"How do I know you're willing to behave differently?" Amber locked eyes with Jack and raised an eyebrow. Her voice was sharp.

"It depends, do you really want me to behave differently?" Jack volleyed right back.

Amber stopped for a few moments and turned away, her hand moved to scratch her chin. Jack couldn't help but crack a smile at her silent admission.

"Respectful. It needs to be respectful. If we do anything again, after what happened, we're going to implement some rules. I'm going to outline what is and isn't okay and you're going to have to live with it. One strike-and you're out."

Jack crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat, waiting for her to begin.

"First, it's on my terms. I'll do what I'm comfortable with, and there's trust that needs to be rebuilt. Nothing moves forward until you can prove you can handle boundaries."

"I thought I did pretty well in reading what you were comfortable with," Jack drawled, a playful smirk danced across his face, "How many incredible feelings would you have missed out on if I didn't push you a little?"

Amber's glare was betrayed by the blush on her cheeks.

"Safe words. Then everything stops."

"All right, deal. Stoplight colors work well. 'Green' means go. 'Yellow' to slow down, check in. 'Red' stops everything. Yeah?"

Amber rested her hand on her chin, index finger rubbing against her lips, as she considered the suggestion. That was better than what she had in mind and afforded her more flexibility. Why didn't they use this before?

"Okay, that'll work. Good. And if I tell you something is off the table before or during a hook up, you don't push it unless I verbally change my mind."

"Fine," Jack waved his hand, eager to move forward from this topic, "Anything else?"

"Yes. Condoms. I took a huge risk with you before and the consequences of something going wrong are not worth the risk."

Amber felt her temper flare as Jack chortled in response. He leaned forward before speaking again-

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A man and a woman were seated at a table halfway between the front door and the sequestered booth currently occupied by Jack and Amber.

"Did you see that large, somewhat grotesque-looking man come in a bit earlier?"

"Phillip, please," the woman snapped, "You could stand to be a little more polite."

"Sorry, the 'larger' gentleman," Phillip corrected.

"Why yes I did."

"I think he sat with that blonde woman we saw come in earlier."

Shock colored the woman's face, "The one who looked like a supermodel?"

"I think so. And she didn't get up, yell, or try to run away."

Phillip leaned over the side of the table, craning his neck in order to get a better look. The woman with him turned around in her seat, attempting to do the same.

"Do you think she needs help? Should we walk by just to make sure?"

"Mary, please. If we see or hear something weird we can help, but we don't want to make a scene."

Phillip took a long sip from his cup, "I wonder if they know each other."

"What would a woman like that be doing with a guy like him?" Mary asked, still confused.

Phillip shrugged, his eyebrows lifting with his shoulders.

Mary immediately picked up on his insinuation, "Oh come on, you don't really think-"

"You never know. What money doesn't spend?" he tilted his head down, sipping again from his cup, eyes looking up at Mary over his glasses.

"Or maybe he's hung like a horse."

Phillip sputtered at her remark, spilling tea all over himself. Mary covered her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter.

"Babe, what the fuck?" Phillip started drying himself with napkins from the table's center console.

"I don't know, you're telling me you wouldn't at least be interested in watching them fuck?"

Phillip was quiet for a moment after he finished cleaning himself off.

"I mean… I have a-morbid curiosity, I guess." he admitted sheepishly.

"God, now I want to ask her," Mary bit her lip and turned again, trying to get a better look.

"Honey, now you're going too far."

"Oh? Whenever I get sexually frustrated it tends to work out in your favor," she teased, "But fine, I'll just drop it."

Mary shrugged with a sigh and looked away before finishing her tea.

"Uh, no! Wait, um-"

Mary cackled at his flustered response.

"You're hopeless. I'll go order you another tea, mister clumsy," she jabbed lovingly as she stood. She looked back again towards the booth where Amber and Jack were sitting, "And I may just hit the restroom on my way back."

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"… That would drive Bill crazy-" Amber blurted out. Her face turned pink as she realized she had said it out loud. Her hands instinctively rushed to cover her mouth, stopping short in her efforts to maintain her composure. She failed to look any less ridiculous, as they remained a tangled mess in front of her as she struggled to reboot. She could feel the heat in her face and her heartbeat in her throat.

Jack threw his head back laughing "Hold your horses now, we're just getting coffee! I'd have to check my schedule to see if I'd even be able to meet up anytime soon."

Amber looked down as she brushed her hands down the front of her shirt, "Oh, um, have you been, uh, dating again recently?" Amber asked as she managed to regain her composure.

"Not dating really, more so just meeting up with couples again. Even then, it's been a few weeks since the last meetup. It's been years since I had done anything like that, but after the whirlwind of experiences with you and your husband. It can be fun, but it's been generally pretty impersonal-it's not the most organic or exciting thing over the long run in most cases," he stared down at the coffee cup wrapped between both of his meaty hands. Amber could have sworn she heard him release a small sigh.

"Oh? No other particular reason for that?" She shot him a devious smile over an arched eyebrow as she brought her own cup to her lips.

Jack stared at her wide-eyed for a second before assuming the machismo role she was much more familiar with. His eyes regained that greedy glint she had come to both hate and enjoy as he took another sip of his drink, "Maybe one or two other reasons," he quipped, allowing his eyes a quick glance at her chest.

Amber chuckled, looking down into her almost empty cup as she regained a serious tone, "If we do this-or anything-again, it has to be different. No exceptions."

Jack recognized this serious tone, and he almost felt bad when he felt his member stir at her command.

He took a deep breath and correctly opted to be earnest rather than dismissive.

"Understood. The respect and trust you have with your husband makes this possible in the first place. It isn't worth risking by getting impatient."

Amber blushed again, but maintained her composure, "Right. It's only possible with that. As long as that respect is maintained-then the fun part is the easy part."

"For you or for Bill?"

Amber tilted her head to one side, slightly confused. Jack shifted his weight so he was leaning over the table, maintaining eye-contact.

"Are you sure that you want to do this again?"

Amber was slightly taken aback.

"Um-yeah. I think today went well enough. I wanted to see if you really meant what you said in your letter," she responded.

Jack studied her face carefully.

"I understand Bill being on board again, but what about you? You made it clear to me before that you were only involved with me for him. So-am I correct in assuming that is no longer the only reason you'd like to try this again?"

"Maybe," Amber teased, a knowing smile crossing her face, "Maybe not."

She paused before she spoke further, tone serious once more.

"If you feel that this progressing differently is going to be any less fun for you, then we should end things here."

"Hey now, I can be reasonable! And moving forward with your rules in place doesn't mean we can't also get a little rough, right? After all, you seemed to enjoy that aspect quite a bit," Jack risked a smirk as he finished, his heart rate quickening at his gambit.

Amber narrowed her eyes, the color on her cheeks betraying her annoyed expression.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Amber suddenly seemed very interested in fixing some non-existent knot in a lock of her hair.

"Right. Of course," Jack paused for a moment before he leaned forward.

Amber swallowed hard before she posited her next question.

"Are you still meeting up with other couples?" Amber drew in a deep breath, unsure if her attempts to hide her nerves were successful.

"I don't currently have plans to see any couples again if that's what you mean," Jack smiled at her again before taking another sip of his drink.

"Really? You haven't really clicked with anybody?"

"Not really. Met with some interesting couples, but with supervision and so many rules and demands it can feel restrictive, especially with people you've just met. Not to mention the awkwardness when a woman can't even take it without howling in pain," Jack shrugged, "And even if they could manage it, they'd often get too sore to go very long."

"Oh, I guess I never realized how restrictive that might be," Amber empathized, "I had friends through med school and college that used to complain about guys being too large. Bill was larger than anyone I had ever seen when we got together, but I never had a problem, so I never thought about it much."

"No surprises there," Jack teased as he flashed her a grin, "Porn definitely skews what people expect and what they think they want. Hearing a man's wife beg for a big dick, only for it to fit halfway after half an hour of foreplay is brutal. It's funny, like 'why are you bringing me into your bedroom for this if you're already much better suited for the job?' Just funny, that's all."

"That ever make dating hard?" Amber asked, enjoying this more open side of her cantankerous neighbor.

"Oh yeah," he laughed, "definitely. It made it hard to tell early on who actually liked you and who just heard some rumors. I got better at navigating it eventually, but it made for some misunderstandings. I gotta applaud the internet today. Sharing everything up front may be boring, but at least it keeps you from insulting some beauty by accident, leaving you with your pants around your ankles and a horrible case of blue balls."

Amber noticed Jack shiver at what must have been a memory before he continued.

"Overall though I think things changed for the better. I can say for a fact a lot has changed since the 90's. Less drugs and infidelity for one. And couples being more up front about what they want makes for less headaches down the line."

"Look at you! So that's where you got the stoplight color safe words from," Amber teased, "You always struck me as too stubborn to learn new tricks. Or non-sexual tricks, at least."

"Hey now, I ran a business for years! I had to adapt all the fucking time depending on what craziness was going on. I'm sure you must encounter that yourself at the hospital."

"As a resident? Ab-so-fuckin-lutely. Some days are easy, other days it's a madhouse."

"You almost done with that? With your residency?"

"Yeah, getting there. I think they're going to keep me on afterward as an attending physician-It's been a good fit so far."

I wonder why, Jack thought to himself. He knew better than to step on that landmine. Obviously Amber was very bright, and he found himself hoping her pig-headed administrators recognized that first and foremost. Probably not though-Fuckers.

"Jack?" Amber asked, pulling him from his thoughts, "It's getting a bit late. This was a lot nicer than I thought it'd be. I'll text you-this week, maybe?"

She blushed a bit at her proposal.

"Yeah, that sounds great," he tried smiling as handsomely as he could manage, "I agree. It's been a pleasure seeing you again."

Jack could have easily ended on a tactless double entendre-this however, felt… earnest.

"One last thing," Jack asked, "I assume you're planning on telling Bill about what we discussed?"

Amber crossed her arms. "Of course."

"Even that one bit we discussed leaving out earlier? For his own enjoyment, of course."

Amber glared at the large man across from her, housing an unmistakable glint in his eyes.

"I'll think about it. And you'll be happy with whatever I decide."

"Fair enough!" Jack broke into a toothy grin, "Your consideration is all I ask."

He stood as he finished, bending forward with his right arm in front of him as he raised his left at his side in a comical bow, prompting an eye roll and laughter from Amber.

They both stood up together, cleared their table, and made their way to the exit. Jack pushed open the door for Amber. As she thanked him, he gently laid his hand on her lower back, as if he was guiding her through. Amber felt a familiar shiver at the apex of her thighs at the gesture. If Jack had been facing her, he would have seen her cheeks flush in the cold wind of early spring. They turned the corner, and without a word, each went their separate ways.

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Amber could still feel the ghost of Jack's hand on her back as she sat down in the driver's seat. She took a deep breath, trying to slow her racing heart, as she started her vehicle. Though heat building above her thighs failed to dissipate until she made it home.

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Jack's hand felt electrified. It was actually happening. Today was supposed to be a disaster. It felt like the best case scenario going in would be Amber storming out without slapping him across the face, but he somehow pulled off a miracle!

It still felt odd, this feeling of absolute victory accompanied by the knots twisting in his stomach. Openness wasn't a reality he could avoid any longer. She obviously still didn't trust him all that much, but her behavior showed that made little difference in what was to come. If he could just stick it out over the long run…

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ

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  Chapter:3 - Neighbor Chronicles Redux Ch. 2
   Teaser:A conflicted Amber resists her intensifying desires
 Category:Loving Wives
      URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/neighbor-chronicles-redux-ch-02
Published:2024-04-18
Tuesday Evening, following Amber and Jack's meeting at the coffee shop

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Amber's heart was beating faster than usual on her drive home from the coffee shop; the lingering sensation of Jack's hand still taunting her lower back.

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The house smelled wonderful, and Amber was starving.

"Hey, you!" Bill smiled brightly, glancing over at his wife as he put the finishing touches on their stir-fry. "How'd it go?"

"Pretty well, I think," Amber shrugged as she removed her jacket and slipped off her shoes, "I don't want to strangle him anymore, so that's good."

"Hey, progress!" Bill laughed as he shut off the stove and slipped off his apron. After preparing their plates, he wrapped his arms around her in greeting, "He didn't ask you to strangle something else before coming home to me, huh?"

Amber blushed as she playfully hit his arm.

"Kidding, kidding. C'mon, I can tell you're hungry, let's eat!"

"Okay, okay, one second! It's been a night," Amber called as she shuffled back into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later.

"Up for having a drink with dinner?" Amber grinned as she entered the dining room, brandishing a pair of wine glasses and a half-empty bottle of red wine they had opened the night before.

"Perfect," Bill smiled as Amber poured them both a considerable amount of wine.

Amber gave Bill a play-by-play of her earlier encounter with Jack over dinner, leaving out the part of the discussion Jack recommended she keep between themselves. Whether a result of being deep in thought from recounting every detail of her evening, or the effort it took to purposely leave out the secret segment of her earlier conversation with Jack, Amber only noticed Bill's cheeks were stained bright red after she finished her recap.

"He touched your lower back on the way out of the coffee shop?" Bill asked, his heart pounding in his ears, "Anything else?"

"Are you hoping there is?" Amber teased, studying her husband with a mischievous, half-lidded expression, "Should I have blown him in the parking lot? Worshipped him in the car? Fucked him in the alley?"

A flustered Bill shifted his weight in his chair, wholly unprepared for his wife's opening salvo, "Hey now—I'm just glad it went well!"

"Mmmm, maybe you're wishing it had gone even better? Somebody seems to enjoy the idea of me hooking up with our hung neighbor again," Amber drawled before biting her lip. She emptied the wine bottle's remaining contents into both of their glasses.

Bill's eyebrows shot up as Amber downed her glass before flashing him a devilish grin, he knew exactly what that look meant, "Fucking hell, Amber, I mean—look at you."

Amber extended a leg beneath the dining room table, rubbing at the freshly stiffened fabric of Bill's pants with a probing foot, "Hmm, well, I can't just leave you like that, can I?"

Bill straightened in his chair in surprise, failing to mount any sort of verbal response to her sudden assault. He looked up and inhaled sharply, trying to maintain his composure before meeting his wife's intense gaze.

Amber giggled, her smile complimenting the pink coloring her cheeks. Bill couldn't pull his eyes from her full lips—still wet, stained red from the wine.

"Well, we know what your little head thinks," Amber teased as she rose to her feet, walking around the table to close the distance between them, "what does your big head think?"

She ran a hand along his strong jawline before straddling him, resting her arms on his shoulders before wrapping them around his neck.

"You know how I feel about it," Bill shot back with a grin, "as long as you're one hundred percent comfortable with it."

"Are you sure you can handle sharing me again?" Amber teased, "Sharing your sweet little wife with Jack's massive cock? What if this time I—"

Bill didn't let her finish, pressing his lips hard against hers as he pulled her close.

"Maybe I want you all to myself tonight," Bill growled as he pulled away, turning his attention to her neck.

Amber pouted for only a moment before a soft bite on her neck sent bolts of pleasure down her spine—shuddering at the overwhelming sensation. Not one to be outdone, she slipped a hand down his pants, grasping at her prize.

Her lips curled into a smile as she leaned over Bill's ear, voice a silken, low whisper, "Your cock has been far too honest tonight to make me believe that."

Bill exhaled hard at her words. Moving quickly, he broke Amber's concentration with a soft bite to her collarbone. She yelped in surprise, heat whirling up from her core at her husband's playful aggression. She giggled wildly before Bill's lips found hers again.

"What did I do to deserve you?" Bill breathed as he broke their kiss, taking Amber's face in one hand as he ran the other over the curve of her ass. Squeezing hard, he drove another small shout from her chest in surprise.

Amber bit his lip hard before gliding her tongue between his welcoming lips, her thoughts beginning to spill into one another as her arousal began to peak—if just seeing Jack again could pull this passion to the surface then maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"Bill, I—"

The two lovers were interrupted by Bill's phone ringing on the table.

"Fuck," Bill mouthed, breaking their kiss, "It's after 8 pm, and I have it on silent. The only way they could reach me is if—"

Amber leaned back on his lap, arms still draped around his neck. She eyed him with a look of concern; already mourning the tension rapidly deflating between them.

"Shit, darling, I'm so sorry—," Bill rubbed his forehead, studying his phone before looking up at his expectant wife, "it's the IT department. I have to take this."

Amber nodded with a small smile as she slid off his lap. She did her best to hide her disappointment, her face still flushed with the same heat smoldering in her core.

"Hello? Yes… " Bill was quiet for a long moment, listening to the voice on the other line, "How long has it been down? Okay, I'll be on in a minute," Bill ended the call and turned to Amber, "I'm sorry babe, they're going to need me for a while tonight, apparently our infrastructure went down with the latest update to our framework, and I—"

Amber smiled softly and kissed her husband on the cheek, "Of course, no worries, my love! I'll handle the dishes and go shower. Good luck!"

Bill glanced down at his wife's neck, the mark he left now the same color as the wine still in his glass on the table. Shoving down the frustration coiling in his gut, he nodded at Amber's kind words, offering her a sad, apologetic smile before heading to his office at the end of the hall, closing the door behind him.

*****

Amber stripped off her clothes as she entered the bedroom, throwing them in the hamper in a huff. Cock-blocked by her husband's goddamn IT department at the climax of such a sexually charged evening? It just had to be tonight…

She removed her hair tie as she approached her side of the bed. Shaking her head, her wavy blonde locks fell over her shoulders and across her face. She stood motionless for a moment, breathing deeply as if she could expel the tension in her body with nothing but her lungs.

No luck.

She ran her hands through her hair in frustration, brushing it away from her face. She clicked on the lamp on her bedside table before inhaling sharply in an attempt to calm herself. The palpable frustration building throughout the evening threatened to boil over, her patience reaching its limit. The whole conversation at the coffee shop with Jack, dinner with her gorgeous husband—his taste still lingering on her lips, the feeling of Jack's hand on her body again—

The healthy amount of wine she had with dinner only muddled her racing thoughts. Amber let out a loud, lengthy sigh as she stretched in place—she needed a release. A shower would have to suffice until Bill finished downstairs.

Pulling open her bedside drawer, Amber peeled off her jewelry, placing each piece into a small box resting on top of the drawer's scattered contents.

'His call shouldn't take that long,' she thought, staring absentmindedly into the drawer, 'I'll shower, and he'll be up here in no time!'

Amber sighed again in resignation at her misplaced hope. The situation seemed serious; no doubt it would be awhile.

Just as she began to resign herself to her lonely fate, a familiar, royal purple satin drawstring bag buried among her things caught her attention.

'No—Not tonight,' Amber told herself as she looked away from the drawer. She had never used that without Bill.

Her hand trembled on the drawer handle, finding herself unable to close it. The phantom sensation of her neighbor's hand echoed across her lower back as she eyed the bulges in fabric, acutely aware of exactly what was causing the creases in the soft material. Amber felt a warm flush spill across her cheeks as she reached into the drawer with a hint of trepidation, wrapping a hand around the bag's heavy contents. She had a few other toys—the most recent addition being a gift Bill had gotten her back in April which occupied a lovely crimson bag in her drawer—but they would see no use tonight.

She pulled open the drawstring bag and reached inside, feeling something akin to shame at the stirring in her core as she ran her fingers along the embossed silicone veins of her neighbor's significant apology gift. Pulling it free, she twirled the comically large replica of Jack's cock in her hands before setting it on her bedside table. A sudden burst of anxiety overwhelmed her, pulling her towards the open bedroom door. She felt a twinge of embarrassment as she gently closed it before laying back down on the bed, rubbing at her forehead in exasperation.

'What the fuck,' Amber thought, shaking her head, 'This is stupid. What am I nervous about? Chill out. Bill loves it when I use this stupid toy.'

Was it seeing Jack earlier? Feeling up a perfect copy of his huge cock while her husband was tied up with work downstairs? Taking him when Bill was currently unable to give her what she needed…?

No. Bill was busy. And this wasn't Jack.

Amber eyed the dildo standing at attention next to her with a smirk—it was hardly the real thing. She leaned over, reaching out to examine it closer. Sure, it was large and heavy—but that was hardly a qualifier. It didn't throb like he did. She squeezed it with a firm grip—it wasn't warm to the touch or nearly as pliable, and h

is skin didn't move at all like it did on the real thing. She inhaled as she pulled it to her nose.

'Nothing—cold, stale, almost clinical. This didn't smell like Jack at all.'

Amber, unthinking, closed the remaining distance—pressing Jack's likeness against her pursed lips.

Absolutely no heat whatsoever. She could always feel the heat radiating from his cock before she ever touched it. And it sure didn't taste like him. This wasn't Jack. Jack was next door and—

Amber froze, suddenly aware of her fingers lingering over her folds and the massive cock pressed against her lips. She must have drank a little more than she realized. A shiver ran up her thighs amidst a growing sense of disappointment. She quickly set the dildo on the table and turned to face the opposite direction.

'Okay, it's not him, so what am I worried about? Jack was—he tasted—'

Amber tensed her abdomen as she gently rubbed her now-throbbing clit through the skin surrounding it.

"Fuck."

She stayed facing Bill's side of the bed, refusing to turn around—refusing to acknowledge what—and who—had her feeling this way. She grabbed Bill's pillow with her free hand and breathed in his warm, familiar scent as she shuddered at the feeling of her fingers over her clit—silently hoping her husband would open the door at any given moment and take her over the side of the bed.

Bill.

Amber contorted her body in response to the charge building in her groin—pulling her in the opposite direction as she rolled onto her back, her head facing her bedside table. She knew what was in front of her before she opened her eyes.

Jack.

Acting as if haste would make her sin less egregious, she snatched Jack's thickness with her free hand and opened her legs. Removing her hand from her clit to angle the giant dildo, her movements became erratic as she rubbed the tip of Jack's cock against her folds, coating it in her wetness.

Definitely not enough.

Amber leaned over the bed and shot her unoccupied arm into the open bedside drawer. Still holding Jack against her entrance, she rummaged through the drawer, desperately trying to find what she was looking for without needing to pull Jack from her entrance. After a few frantic moments, her fingers found their prize—a small plastic bottle of lube.

She popped open the lid with one hand, reached between her legs, and tilted the bottle over Jack's girth applying a healthy dollop of water-based lube. A hazy thought occurred to her as she massaged the lubricant into the cold ridges of her neighbor's unfeeling member—how had she taken the entirety of the real thing without lube that first time?—the thought evoked more amazement than arousal.

Amber took a deep breath as she pushed his thick, swollen tip inside her entrance, shuddering violently at both the incredible stretch and the jarring cold of the silicone. She felt her walls clamp around him in response, causing her to arch her back as her already smoldering core flooded with a fresh burst of heat. A shiver accompanied an awareness of her body's response, equal parts excited and guilty at the idea that her body remembered how to accommodate her neighbor's unbelievable size…

"Jesus—Fuck."

Amber worked Jack in slowly, moving just the tip of his cock back and forth inside her pussy. Adjusting to his thickness was a challenge. This—version—of Jack had much less give than the real thing. Jack's cock—she recalled the way he teased her entrance, holding her legs back as he pushed his way inside her throbbing pussy. She bit her lip at the memory of that incomparable stretch that she could not seem to forget…

The magnitude of his intruding size pulled Amber into the present, driving a gasp from her chest as she guided his thick cock deeper, accommodating his rigid length with less and less trouble with every stroke.

Something was different tonight. Did seeing him earlier really fuck with her this much?

More. She needed more.

Inhibitions already lowered by both her gorgeous husband and a copious amount of wine, Amber reached for her phone and opened her text history with Jack.

'Thursday afternoon?' she typed out in a hurry with one hand before pressing send.

Setting down her phone, Amber couldn't afford to think about the potential implications of her decision—not that her body would let her. After all, hooking up with Jack again was the plan, right? And Bill was so supportive—excited, even! He was just joking about it over dinner! He wanted to see it! He wanted to see her with…

Struck by an idea, Amber scrolled back in their chat history, passing a few pictures of Jack's huge member before encountering a video of what appeared to be her between Jack's legs with his cock standing at attention in front of her face. A deep ache mounted between her legs at the image—driving Amber to push Jack deeper, as if his likeness would quench the need building inside her.

Amber's thoughts raced wildly as her hand hovered over the phone screen. After a moment's hesitation, she inhaled sharply before pressing the play button with a shaky finger.

The video in question depicted her from Jack's point-of-view in a surprising level of quality. Amber was kneeling in front of him in his living room. Flushed and visibly panting, her eyeliner had begun to run down her cheeks as her hair fell around her face in a tangled, sweaty mess. Her hands were resting on his fleshy, hairy thighs while she flicked the bright pink tip of her outstretched tongue across the underside of his cock, wearing nothing but a devious smile.

As disheveled as she appeared, she looked as if she enjoyed nothing more than submitting to Jack on camera for her dear husband's enjoyment. Jack's cock was already soaking wet, lightly pulsing in place as it shimmered in the light of the room. Jack must have been struggling to keep the camera steady as Amber attempted to shove as much of his cock down her throat as possible. She found more and more success with every attempt, her effort reflected in the wet gagging sounds echoing from her phone.

She had never seen this video, nor had she watched almost any of the ones Jack sent her of them together—there had never been any reason to. She forwarded each of them to Bill to enjoy as she basked in the afterglow of each session with Jack. Seeing herself like this was surreal.

Her pulse quickened as she watched herself behave like a shameless slut—watching her lust win out over any sense of shame. The video took her mind back to the moment itself, remembering how Jack had instructed her to play up her performance to the camera before he started recording. Slipping into her slutty persona had only become easier as they spent more time together.

Amber shuddered at the intensity of the scene, amazed at how watching back one of their more recent escapades brought back the memory of how effortlessly—and eagerly—she had once submitted to him.

'This is what Bill wanted to see. What he LOVED to see.'

She struggled to swallow around the lump in her throat, her hands shaking as she balanced her phone against Bill's pillow laying at her side, allowing her to watch while both of her hands were occupied—one guiding the base of the dildo while the other massaged her swollen clit.

"Good girl!" Jack's praise rang out over her tinny phone speakers, startling Amber. She felt her cheeks flush and her pulse quicker at his words—unaware of how much less resistance the thick dildo buried between her thighs was encountering as a result. She absentmindedly pushed it deeper, eyes still glued to the screen.

"He's so big, baby! So beautiful. Do you like what you see?" she heard herself address Bill through the camera. She watched her dilated pupils push the blue in her eyes to their edges, as if lust was warping her vision while she stroked Jack's giant cock on screen, "I can't even wrap my fingers around it! How could anyone hope to compare? And—Mmm—darling, his taste…"

Without missing a beat, Jack reached out a hand, caressing her face for a moment before grabbing a fistful of her hair. Amber, ever the performer, looked dutifully into the camera, cracking a mischievous grin just before her neighbor shoved her head down on his massive cock.

"Right where you belong, you perfect little slut," Jack growled. Unable to look away from her phone screen, Amber watched herself nod eagerly in response, despite having Jack's girth still buried in her throat.

She felt her vision go blurry at Jack's words; her pussy throbbing now for him the same way it had then. His voice took Amber right back to the moment depicted on video as she continued fucking herself with his likeness.

Her body was on fire. The tension building in her abdomen threatened to snap as she moved Jack back and forth with increasing speed, savoring each of his hard ridges against her throbbing walls. Back when this video was recorded, she didn't know how Jack felt inside of her. Now, however, she was using a perfect replica of his sizable member, driving his conquering length deep inside her walls again…

Amber looked up as the sounds of her throating Jack's cock echoing from her phone were drowned out by his moans as he approached his inevitable climax, watching herself in the mirror plunging his impossible size almost effortlessly inside herself just like that night three months ago on this very bed—over and over and over…

'Jack—'

As if on cue, Jack's moans rang out over her speakers as Amber watched herself fasten her lips around Jack's pulsing cock, filling her throat with rope after rope of hot cum.

Amber's eyes snapped shut as the floodgates holding back her orgasm burst—a barreling torrent of otherworldly pleasure assaulted her senses like a tidal wave; her body contorting helplessly in response to its weight. Her toes curled violently as she kicked and shivered, her limbs crying out in a mix of protest and ecstasy at the avalanche of intensity assaulting her senses. Bolts of pleasure rocketed up her spine, radiating out over the top of her head before rippling over her skin, manifesting in trails of trembling gooseflesh.

Amber's mind was now completely defenseless to the intruding images of Jack atop her—his heavy frame pressing her into the mattress, large paws gripping her hips, his moans still filling her ears, her walls welcoming and unprotected, his cock bare, pulsing, erupting—

"Jack—!"

A loud moan escaped Amber's lips, filling the empty bedroom as she came again almost immediately.

With both of her hands fixed around the end of his length, she was unable to do more than hold him in place as she crumbled around him. Her neck reflexively drove her head backward against the mattress, lifting her torso from the bed as she shuddered over the now sweat-stained sheets. She twisted her body, rolling onto her front before driving her face into her mattress as jolts of ecstasy continued to wrack her body.

Catching her breath, she rolled onto her back. Her walls gripped Jack's likeness tightly, attempting to fix him in place. Her pussy didn't want to let him go.

As she finally pulled him free, she was left with a feeling of emptiness as she set his heavy, dripping length across her abdomen.

Amber took a moment to stretch her limbs before glancing back over at her phone, the video she was watching having long since ended. Flicking up on her screen, she felt a stirring in her core as she saw other videos in her chat history she had made with Jack for Bill. She pressed another before she let herself think about it too hard. As the next video started, Amber's fingers danced around her clit, allowing herself a moment to warm up before putting the massive member resting on her stomach back where it belonged…

***

When she finally came down again her nerves were spent, the latest video she had found of her and Jack had long since ended. Stiff and sluggish, she stretched her pleasantly aching muscles slowly and methodically, her skin still trembling through the heady pleasure lingering after her lengthy session with her favorite toy.

The replica of Jack's member now stood tall on her nightstand, glistening triumphantly in the soft light of her bedside lamp. Amber closed her eyes, sweat cooling on her naked body as she basked in the afterglow of a much-needed release. As she regained control of her breathing, she looked like an angel glowing atop her white, sweat-stained sheets—tired, smiling, and satisfied.

With her eyes still closed, Amber ran her hands over her midsection, spreading her fingertips as she passed over her stomach. She pulled the pads of her fingers over the underside of her breasts, relenting as she approached their apex. Unhurried in her motion, she gently brushed her fingertips over her raised nipples, causing the thin, tiny hairs lining her skin to stand on end. She released a satisfied sigh at the sensation; her hands lingering for a short period before finding their way back toward her center, eager to repeat the motion.

After a few minutes of pampering herself, Amber looked back up at her phone leaning against Bill's pillow at her side. While she was enjoying the bliss of her comedown, she had missed two notifications.

'Having some fun over there, huh?' Jack's response read, his triumph palpable, 'My door will be open.'

Amber blushed hard, snorting at his message. His text hadn't been wrong, making it all the more embarrassing. She turned her body toward Bill's side of the bed so she couldn't see Jack's likeness out of the corner of her eye—worried she might die of shame if she looked at it again with Jack's arrogant words dancing in her brain.

How the fuck did he know?

Pushing it from her mind, she checked her second notification, finding a new text from Bill:

'Finally identified the problem. Should be up in the next half hour or so.'

Amber looked at the clock next to her bed—more time had passed than she had realized.

'Okay! :) Showering nowwww!' she replied, sliding off the bed.

She smiled when Bill's response came through immediately. Clearly, he would much rather be upstairs with her than down in his office.

'Enjoy ;) I love you so much.'

'Hehe wish you were hereee. I love you too babyyy'

*****

'What a horrible interruption, and it just had to be tonight.' Bill thought to himself as he tromped up the stairs.

The call with IT had gone much longer than it should have. They needed a better software interface for their clients or this was bound to keep happening. Taking steps to fix this problem meant he could expect longer days and later nights over the next few months.

A quite drained Bill entered the bedroom and stripped down to his boxers. Still decompressing from the stress of his call, he found the bathroom door ajar. He couldn't hear the shower running and the room was a bit more humid than usual. Amber must have finished.

Listening intently, he could hear his wife's pleasant singing voice over the low rumble of the exhaust fan in the bathroom. A wave of relaxation washed over him at the sound—she only sang like this when she was relaxed and happy. Amber was too nervous to sing if she knew she had an audience, refusing to believe she had any talent for it.

Laying down on his side of the bed, Bill closed his eyes, savoring Amber's lovely voice for as long as he could. A squeak of the bathroom door and a patter of soft footsteps roused him from his state. He rolled over to face her, his smile soft and tired.

Amber greeted Bill with a bright smile—her hair was wrapped in a towel while the rest of her body was wrapped in nothing, already completely dry. Her breasts bounced gently with each of her steps as she walked over to her bedside table, her skin radiant in the low light of the room.

"Good Lord—look at you, "Bill remarked as he reached over, gently squeezing the plump of her ass. He had been so distracted that he only noticed the large, beige dildo in her hand as she was slipping it back into its satin pouch.

"Holy shit," Bill sat up with a grin, his face flushing with heat, "Having some fun without me? Naughty girl."

"Maybe… " Amber blushed deeply as she bit her lip, eyeing the rapidly forming tent in her husband's boxers, "Is that okay?"

Bill nodded repeatedly, surprised she felt a need to ask.

"You left me in such a state downstairs," Amber teased in a sultry tone, kneeling on the bed as she started to crawl slowly toward a half-naked Bill, "I needed Daddy to take care of me."

Still on her knees, Amber brought her face close to Bill's, balancing her weight on one hand while running the other over the stiff fabric of Bill's boxers.

"Y—Yeah?" Bill swallowed hard, taking her face in his hands. He shivered involuntarily as she fished out his cock.

"Mmhmm," she nodded, kissing him deeply before pulling away to tease him more, "and god did he take care of me, baby. I haven't cum that hard since—well… " Amber giggled into Bill's mouth, her words pulling a deep moan from her husband.

"I was a naughty wife, baby," Amber breathed, "I might have watched some of the videos I took with Jack."

Bill's eyes grew wide; begging her to continue, "You did?"

"Mhmmm, I'm starting to see why you like them so much. We look so perfect together." Amber's eyes darted down to his cock before meeting his gaze again, "It seems like you agree."

Amber leaned forward, nibbling on Bill's ear as he let out another moan, her touch causing a warmth to spill over her hand as he began leaking precum. He reached a long, muscled arm around her, squeezing her ass hard. Pulling her knees beneath her, Amber stabilized herself as she stroked him faster.

She wrapped her now free hand around the back of his neck before whispering in his ear, "I'm seeing him Thursday, baby. I already texted him."

"Oh my god," Bill breathed, the tightness in his groin causing him to roll his hips into Amber's touch as he slipped a hand over her breast. "What's gotten into you?"

"I want to make you happy," she giggled, pulling her lips from his ear before finding his neck.

Amber's gentle kisses caused Bill's head to roll back as she progressed down the side of his neck, exposing more of himself for her to explore. With each kiss, she left a bit of herself behind—a small, almost invisible signature holding a tiny hint of moisture. After planting a few lingering kisses, she pursed her lips, gently blowing a cool stream of air over each charged spot on Bill's neck. His cock flexed in her hand at the sensation, causing him to shiver beneath her.

"I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel," she said, "just relax for me, baby."

His trembling brought a smile to her face as his low moans graced her ears. She repeated her slow, methodical process, continuing to diligently stroke his cock until she had successfully reached the base of his neck. She could feel him getting close as she repeated the process on the opposite side.

"You make me feel amazing," Bill rolled his hips into Amber's touch as his thoughts became muddled and cloudy, lust now squarely in the driver's seat. He groped her breast before snaking another hand down her back as he mindlessly pulled at her.

"That's it, baby. Touch me, enjoy me, savor me—for as long as you can before you give me away again," Amber smiled as she raised her head, brushing her lips against Bill's ears before ending him with a whisper, "Before Jack takes me from you again."

Bill's moans echoed off their bedroom walls as he shuddered under Amber's touch, his considerable length pulsating in her hand as she stroked him through his thunderous orgasm. She moved quickly, fastening her mouth onto his bottom lip while he moaned with abandon as hot streaks of cum painted his abdomen.

"That's it, baby," Amber moaned into his mouth, "cum for me,"

After the initial wave of intensity passed through him, Bill returned her kiss, sucking on her lip tightly as she milked him to completion. Amber grazed his lips with her tongue as he quivered through the aftershocks of his orgasm, giggling into his mouth. Her touch drove a higher-pitched moan from him as his body tensed from overstimulation.

"You are so fucking hot," Amber breathed, kissing him softly as she retracted her hand, "I love stroking your beautiful cock."

Bill barely opened his eyes, still struggling to regain his faculties.

"I love you so fucking much," Bill breathed, prompting Amber to kiss him harder.

"I love you so much, baby! I love it when you're loud like that for me." She slipped her tongue into his mouth, kissing his passionately before her curiosity pulled her away. She turned her attention to his still-twitching cock—which had turned his washboard abs into a wet canvas.

"Oops!" Amber gasped in feigned surprise as she bent down, running her tongue over the underside of Bill's cock. Stopping just below the head, she rolled her tongue over his frenulum before flicking it gently with just the tip. Bill's hands found her head, pushing her back a spell as he twitched violently at her touch.

"Too much, baby?" Amber drawled, "I remember Daddy used to love it when I'd do that for him."

A deep groan escaped Bill's chest as he covered his face with an arm. The underside of his cock batted Amber's face in response to her teasing.

"Hey!" Amber pouted, pulling the head of Bill's cock in her mouth. She suckled the remaining cum from him as she cleaned his swollen tip.

"A—Amber!" Bill reached his arms out in front of him, grasping at nothing. His head was filled with nothing but cotton laced with lightning.

She giggled before releasing his cock with a pop of her lips.

"I can't help it," she smiled, straightening up before leaning over to kiss his cheek, "I love you so much!"

"Oh my god," Bill struggled to open his eyes. He had even less luck forming sentences, "You said Thursday?"

"Thursday," Amber confirmed, kissing his cheek again, "3 pm. Is that okay? Will you be home?"

Bill nodded, offering her a warm smile.

"I'm sorry I didn't ride you, darling," Amber's tone was solemn before turning sheepish, "I feel bad, but I made myself quite sore earlier."

Bill grimaced and shook his head quickly in understanding, "No, no, baby—don't apologize. That was amazing. Tomorrow." he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, appearing as if all strength and energy had left him.

Amber reached over him, grabbing a roll of paper towels from his bedside table. Tearing off a few sheets, she began cleaning him up, "You promise?"

"I promise. If you weren't sore I'd take you right now," he growled, lounging back as he closed his eyes, "would just have to give me a few minutes to recoup."

"Bill, you look dead!" Amber giggled as she finished cleaning him up.

Bill leaned forward and kissed Amber's forehead in thanks as he grabbed the wad of used paper towels out of her hand, "Just needed a quick reboot." Pulling himself upright, his movements were still sluggish as he lumbered toward the bathroom.

"Did everything go okay on your call?"

Bill nodded, smiling back at her before walking into the bathroom.

"Wait for meeee," Amber slid off the bed after him, "I'll brush my teeth while you pee!"

************

Wednesday

************

"Oh shit, you ' saw ' him again? Like—" Stacey teased as she waggled her dark eyebrows.

"No! No—" Amber was quick to correct her friend's misunderstanding, "It was just for coffee. Next."

Amber and Stacey moved into their next yoga pose in sync on their respective floor mats. Resistance bands and kettlebells lined the walls of the small room situated in a secluded corner of the gym where the two women finished their respective workouts together. It was the perfect place for them to talk privately as it couldn't fit more than a few people.

"But you met up with him again," Stacey persisted.

"Yeah. Bill and I talked about it. Between his letter and his gift, I figured talking couldn't hurt. If it went poorly, I could close the book on the whole thing and wouldn't have to think about it anymore."

Amber couldn't see the smirk snaking across Stacey's face.

"It was that good, huh?" Stacey teased, "A hunk of a husband at home and a hung next-door neighbor—some women have all the luck."

"Hey! Jack is—far from a hunk in any conventional sense."

"Even so, you're obviously getting something out of it if you're agreeing to see him again," Stacey countered, "either way, you've already got everything a girl could want: a well-adjusted, emotionally aware husband who cooks and cleans. Meanwhile, I can't find a guy who actually goes to therapy for his issues, or can be bothered to clean his apartment—and forget about getting good head."

"I got so incredibly lucky with Bill," Amber smiled, her heart warming at Stacey's assessment of her husband, "And yeah, you've had horrible luck with men."

"That's just my curse, I guess. You didn't address my point—you were ready to gut this asshole after what he did to Bill. He isn't attractive, and you now have a carbon copy of his one redeeming quality—so why meet with him at all? Why the sudden change of heart? Next."

The two women switched positions again.

"I—um," Amber blushed, thankful she was out of Stacey's view, "Well, Bill enjoys it."

"Sure, but don't pretend it was up to Bill. He never would have mentioned Jack again with how upset you were after what happened and the way you've talked about him since. If anything, Bill's got to have some guilt for suggesting you get involved with that asshole in the first place."

Amber frowned, unsure of how to respond.

"I want you to be honest with me," Stacey said with an even tone, "like you need to be with yourself, apparently."

Amber bristled at her friend's assessment, "What's your point?"

"Are you going to sleep with him again?"

"Honestly, Stace, I don't know. The circumstances around that first time left me feeling gross afterward. Next."

The women changed positions, each able to see the other's face in their current pose.

"But it felt good?" Stacey cocked an eyebrow; studying Amber's reaction closely.

Amber's cheeks flushed at Stacey's question, avoiding her prescient gaze.

"So quite good, apparently," Stacey smiled, "Why is that so hard to say?"

"Because he's an asshole and he drugged my husband and—"

"Gave you the best dick of your life?"

"Stacey!"

"What! What's wrong with the truth?"

"It's wrong! After the way he treated Bill and me—"

"No, it's not," Stacey interrupted, "just admit it!"

"There's nothing to admit. It was something different, that's all. There's no love there, no real connection."

"So why are you getting together with him again?"

"I'm in the driver's seat this time, I know Bill will enjoy it, and everything is on my terms."

Stacey debated the merits of pointing out the flaws in her friend's logic.

"Ah, yes. Get your revenge on a douchebag by getting him off—classic," Stacey drawled, her words dripping with sarcasm, "Time—change directions."

Amber snorted as both women mirrored their current poses, now facing away from each other.

"What do you want me to say?" Amber snapped, reaching the edge of her patience.

"I want you to admit that you want to fuck him again."

"Time."

"Amber, we're not done—we've got 40 more seconds."

"No, I'm—I'm done for today. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

Stacey said nothing, still facing the opposite wall as Amber got up and began putting away her things.

Stacey finished her final pose, turning to face Amber before she left the yoga room.

"I didn't mean to push you too hard, Amber," Stacey's expression was one of concern, "I just want to make sure that you know what you're getting back into."

Amber sighed deeply as she looked down at her athletic shoes.

"I know—it's just—it's been a lot. I know you're just looking out for me—like always," she looked back up at Stacey, offering her friend a small smile, "I'll figure it out, okay?"

Stacey nodded, mirroring Amber's expression.

"Of course. Call me if you want to talk any more, okay girl? I promise I won't tease you about it anymore."

Amber nodded, her smile growing warm, "Thanks, Stace, but I'd probably worry that something was wrong if you didn't. I'll see you on Friday."

*****

After dinner, Amber settled onto the couch in the living room as the sound of Bill washing dishes echoed in from the kitchen.

"Bill?" Amber called out, "You're working from home on Thursday, right?"

"Yes, I'll be working from here during your date," he said with a laugh.

Amber typed out a message, 'Ready for the rules?' and hit send.

She clicked off her phone and smiled to herself in satisfaction. No less than a minute later—a notification bearing Jack's name flashed across the screen.

Ping!

'Rules? We're already using the stoplight colors as safe words.'

Amber cracked a smile as she typed out a response.

'I understand if it's too much of a hassle! We don't have to do this.'

Jack responded immediately.

'Fine. What?'

Amber kicked her feet with a giggle as she pasted the message she had already queued up on her phone's clipboard:

'Here are the rules:1. Hands only.2. If either of us says 'red light'—it's over. Everything stops, and we both go home immediately, no questions asked.Are these acceptable?'

A few moments passed before three dots started bouncing at the bottom of her screen as Jack typed out a response. Amber bit her lip, picturing the twisted grimace on Jack's face.

' I told you it wasn't going to be like before,' she thought to herself with a smile.

Ping!

'Yeah, fine.'

Amber frowned and started absentmindedly scrolling back through their texting history. Jack's recent messages lacked the trademark swagger and excitement Amber was used to seeing from him. Even though they had pissed her off, it always added to the anticipation of what was to come. She felt a shudder run through her as she passed the videos she had watched last night—were these rules too strict?

Ping!

Another message came through, pulling Amber back to the present time of their conversation. This time it was a blurred picture—requiring her to tap it to see what he sent.

She was greeted by an image of Jack's lower body. He was wearing gray sweatpants, sporting a thick, significant bulge. Another message came through.

'Hope those pretty little hands of yours are ready' he had typed, accompanied by a smirking emoji.

Amber's face grew hot as she snorted in response, tossing her phone aside and crossing her arms.

"That's more like him, I guess."

"More like who?" Bill walked into the living room and sat next to her on the couch, "Oh ho ho! You look flustered," a wry grin spread across his face, "Texting Jack? Planning to cheat on me already?"

"Bill!" Amber pushed him away with both hands to not much effect.

"Aha! Looks like I was right!" he teased, "Are you headed over there now? Weren't gonna tell me, huh?"

Amber stared at him open-mouthed and turned away, crossing her arms in frustration.

"No, Bill. I'm going over there tomorrow when we'll both be home. It's hands only, I was just relaying the rules I discussed with you."

"Oh, laying down the law this time, huh?" Bill teased. He wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her close.

"Yes, actually," Amber lifted her chin in defiance, still refusing to face her husband.

"Okay! Just let me know if you plan on getting carried away. Muscle memory is one hell of a drug."

Amber turned to face Bill, her frown and furrowed brow twisting into a canvas of frustration, horror, and embarrassment, "I'm not cheating on you. This whole thing was… " she turned away before finishing her thought.

Bill blinked, softening considerably as he realized his mistake.

"Hey, darling—hey now. It's okay," Bill took her head in his hands. He leaned forward, kissing her forehead repeatedly, "I didn't—I don't want to make you feel bad about any of this. I was just teasing. I'm excited that you're going to have some fun over there tomorrow! I'm sorry I got carried away."

Amber nuzzled into his chest, "It's okay. I just—have a lot on my mind."

"Is this still something you want to do?"

Amber nodded against him in confirmation.

"Okay, you know you don't have to—right?"

Amber nodded again, more vigorously this time.

"Okay," Bill grabbed one of the blankets folded up next to the couch, unfurled it with a shake, and wrapped it tightly around his wife. He balanced her between a pair of couch cushions so she wouldn't tip over.

"There we go—I'll go make us some tea, okay?"

Amber looked up at him, her blue eyes huge and pleading before she offered him a small, excited smile. Bill felt his heart swell at the sight, unable to hold back a big smile of his own.

"Two chamomile teas, coming right up!"

************

Thursday Afternoon, 2:40 pm

************

Amber checked her hair and makeup one last time in the mirror by the sliding glass door leading out to the pool.

"Damn, honey, you look," Bill lost the words; it wasn't likely he'd find them again—absolutely struck by the sight of his wife all dolled up for her "date" with their ugly, asshole neighbor—

Amber turned and shot him a teasing smile. "Don't cum too many times before I get home, okay? And keep your phone on," Amber's voice grew tepid, "just in case, you know?"

Bill walked behind his gorgeous wife and wrapped his arms around her front.

"Amber," Bill said with a serious tone as his eyes found hers in the mirror, "you don't have to go do this if you don't want to, okay?"

"I know, I know," Amber smiled warmly at her husband, "It's been a long time. He agreed to the rules I shared with you. If he can't stick to that for a first meet-up after what happened… Well, it'll tell me everything I need to know."

Bill laughed heartily at her statement, "Amen!"

He leaned forward and kissed her cheek, "I'm right here if you need me, okay? And don't forget to enjoy yourself."

Amber met Bill's gaze in the mirror, "Oh, don't you worry, my love. I've got a plan," she leaned against her husband, her mouth widening with a devious grin "And don't pretend I can't feel your cock pressing into my back."

Amber reached behind her, running her slender fingers up Bill's thigh before settling them over his sizable bulge. Sliding her hand down the front of his pants, she found his cock eager and warm as she brushed her soft fingertips over him. Craning his head back at the sensation, Bill released a low groan from deep in his chest.

"Now you're just teasing me," Bill lamented as he straightened up, uncrossing his arms still over her shoulders. He slid his hands up Amber's midsection before settling them over her breasts.

"Nope," Amber's tone was soft and sultry as she wiggled her ass against him, enjoying the pressure of Bill's strong hands on her chest, "just reminding you how these hands feel before I head off to pleasure our neighbor with them."

To get a better grip, Amber pulled her hand free and turned around, leaning in close against her husband as she unbuttoned his pants. Standing on her toes, she leaned forward to whisper in his ear as she wrapped a hand around his throbbing length.

"Someone bigger than you."

Bill shuddered against her in response, eliciting a giggle from Amber. She nipped gently at his ear before gently kissing his cheek. She looked down as the hand she was using to tease his cock encountered a wet, warm sensation.

"Oops!" Amber feigned surprise as she pulled her hand out of Bill's pants, examining his pre-cum glistening on her hand, "You forgot already baby? I'll take care of you after I take care of Daddy.

"Fuck," Bill sighed as he leaned back against the wall, appreciating Amber's ass bouncing in her tight blue dress as she walked over to the kitchen to wash her hands. A wave of lust settled over his mind as the full weight of the afternoon's coming activities hit him in the chest—his wife's delicate fingers would soon be wrapped around their neighbor's considerable girth with the intent to please. It wasn't anything they hadn't done before, but he had long since given up on any hope of it happening again.

"I'll be back soon, okay?" she kissed him deeply as she brushed a thumb over his cheek. After a long, quiet moment, she slipped on her jacket, opened the door, and began the short walk over to Jack's house.

Looking out the sliding glass doors after her, Bill admired his wife's incredible form—swaying hips, toned legs, and flowing golden hair—all sparkling in the early May sunshine. He let out a long sigh—his mind clouding with a heady mix of nervousness and excitement he hadn't known for months. The stirring in his groin brought no clarity to the matter as he watched his wife disappear into the house next door.

*****

—Knock knock knock—

Jack's heart skipped a beat at the sound echoing from his side door. He adjusted his collar one last time as he moved to let her in, feeling somewhat ridiculous wearing something halfway-decent for a hookup. As he gripped the door handle, an uneasy feeling swirled in his gut. He gritted his teeth in resolve—this would not be like last time.

Opening the door, he found Amber in a much better mood than when she last darkened his doorstep.

"Hello, Jack."

Amber smiled brightly at him as entered the door. He only now took note of what she was wearing: white high-waisted, form-fitting slacks, accompanied by a bright blue blouse that was buttoned up to her neck. The slight bounce in her chest as she entered was only rivaled by the ripple of her ass in her tight pants. Her intoxicating scent caught him by the collar as he drank her in—lilac over soft vanilla. Over the last few months, he had questioned whether the scent he remembered was real or imagined in a fever dream. He was happy to find that it was, in fact, quite real.

"Damn," Jack muttered under his breath, prompting a smile from Amber.

Amber kicked off her flats by the far wall leading towards his dining room, revealing dainty blue-painted toes, the same shade as her blouse. She turned to face him, tilting her head coquettishly as she matched his gaze. Jack swallowed hard, his groin stirring at the spark that seemed to dance between her eyes.

"Look at you!" Amber looked Jack over, her gaze lingering over the bugle growing in the front of his pants, "I didn't know you owned any dress shirts or slacks—are those new?"

"Hmph, I think it's clear which of us took more time to prepare today, no?" Jack shot back with a gleam in his eye, "Besides, I didn't have to put that much effort in before—felt like the least I could do."

Amber narrowed her eyes before leveling a coy smile his way, "You remember the rules?"

Jack resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he counted her two rules off on his fingers, "Hands only, and you go home if one of us says 'red light.'"

"Very good," Amber praised, startling Jack as she quickly closed the distance between them. Pressing her body against his, her hands found the top of his chest as she leaned forward to kiss his cheek. Sliding her body against his, she felt the unmistakable heat of his considerable length emanating through his trousers as it pressed against her groin, causing her to shudder in anticipation. She kissed his face twice as she caressed his face before inhaling sharply, his scent intermingled with his cologne.

Was she truly ready for this again?

"I like a man who listens," Amber crooned, her half-lidded eyes taunting the large man before her.

Jack didn't miss a beat—he gripped her ass before wrapping his opposite arm around her torso, holding her against him.

"And I like a woman who knows where she belongs."

Amber felt her cheeks grow hot at his words, whether it was due to arousal or anger, she couldn't say. Before she could protest, he pulled her in for a deep kiss. His familiar taste and the sensation of his lips scattered her thoughts as a flood of memory ignited a swirl of heat in her core—this hadn't been something she had consciously missed, but her body didn't object in the slightest.

As her faculties returned, Amber pushed herself away, her temper finally winning out over her budding arousal as the meaning of his words fully crystallized in her head.

"You don't get to insinuate where I belong. I go where I fucking please," she snapped, her tone sharp. She wasn't going to lose control. Not after last time, "and that kiss was free, but unless I kiss you, hands only."

Jack raised his palms in surrender, his smirk betraying the nature of his gesture.

"Of course. I'm just glad you're here," he eased, "let's take it easy; it's just foreplay. It's not that serious."

Amber eyed Jack with a healthy dose of suspicion; she was on a mission and wasn't about to let him steer her off course.

"Besides," Jack teased, "you seemed to enjoy it. Let's have some fun, yeah?"

Amber felt arousal and embarrassment flush across her face, a rush of heat flooded her center as she turned away to calm herself.

"Yeah, Jack. Just—," she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Just give me a little time, okay?"

Her request was more earnest than either of them expected.

Mild concern flashed across Jack's face as he studied Amber's expression before he looked away, granting her a moment of reprieve.

The fact that Amber was here at all was evidence he had done something right with his letter and at the coffee shop. Recalling how angry Amber had been back in February, her reaction made perfect sense.

"No rush, we have all the time in the world," he offered.

The understanding in his voice felt alien as the words left his mouth; a short burst of anxiety welling in his chest. An uncomfortable wave of energy prickled over his skin, and though it departed as quickly as it came, it left him fidgeting in place.

Fuck it—as uncomfortable as it might be, he could stand to provide her with some level of reassurance—it was clear the weight of his past actions wouldn't be lifted with banter and arousal alone.

"Okay," Amber started, needing only a moment to collect herself before slipping back into her persona, "why don't you show me where I can get comfortable?"

Jack straightened up at her question. Turning on his heel, he led her through the dining room to the stairs next to the entrance to the kitchen.

"Right this way," Jack bowed comically, sweeping an arm out toward the stairwell, "you know where to go," he added with a wink, "I'll be with you shortly."

Memories poured into Amber's mind when she gripped the railing and headed up the stairs. Feeling Jack's eyes on her ass on her ascent, she accentuated the swing of her hips with every step.

Amber passed through the doorway leading into Jack's room and found it in a similar state as she had months ago. Clothes were strewn about the floor, most scattered around an almost empty laundry basket. The bed was hastily made, the loose sheet and comforter thrown haphazardly over the mattress, conveying only the smallest level of effort had been expended in the task. The air was heavy with his masculine scent—both earthen and slightly acidic—nothing repulsive, just more intense than she had remembered. Maybe she had gotten more used to it in the past when she had been here more often.

The pounding in her chest felt like a betrayal as heat coiled in her core. This space and his scent prompted a physiological response she had no intention of acting upon. Not consciously, anyway.

Amber took a deep breath as she pulled out her phone…

*****

Jack entered the room a minute later to find Amber standing at the end of his bed. He could feel his pulse quicken as she beckoned him closer with a finger.

"Oh, ready to go, are we?" Jack teased, stepping toward her.

Furrowing her brow and biting her lip, Amber nodded submissively as she curled into his arms. She kissed him hard before pushing him against the bed, prompting him to sit.

"Get comfortable and relax," she encouraged, rubbing the front of his pants with an open palm as she unbuttoned the front of his shirt with the other.

Jack closed his eyes and released a low groan. Leaning back on his hands, he savored the sensation of her hand on his groin.

She leaned forward, purring into his ear as her hair danced across his face; her floral scent scrambling his brain, "Can I see it, baby?"

Jack looked over at the gorgeous blonde with a devilish smile. He shook his head, instead pointing a chubby finger over her shoulder.

"Show me yours, and I'll show you mine." Jack teased, stroking the impressive outline straining against the front of his pants. Amber stood up with an exaggerated pout, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

"Your shirt," he commanded, obviously enjoying feeling in control with her again.

Amber bit her lip as she crossed one foot in front of the other, accentuating her curves as she twisted her hips back and forth in front of the large, lounging man. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, starting from the top until she reached the middle. Her hands drifted to the bottom of her shirt, unbuttoning as her hands traveled upwards until only one button remained, barely holding her shirt together.

Jack cocked an eyebrow in expectation. Amber shook her head with a smile, teasing Jack with glimpses of what was beneath her shirt as she pulled at the fabric.

"Quid pro quo, Jack."

Jack chuckled as he undid his belt. He studied Amber's expression as he unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper.

"Show me those gorgeous legs," Jack commanded, his length still obscured by stiff fabric.

Amber tossed her hair over her head as she fiddled with the front of her white, high-waisted pants. She contorted her torso, pushing down her waistband with the butt of her palms as she slid them past her hips, revealing bright blue lingerie that matched her shirt and her nails.

"God damn," Jack remarked as he drank her in—marveling at Amber's slender, toned muscles slightly rippling beneath smooth, tanned skin. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her to remind his fingers of her softness. Her body was even more perfect than he remembered.

Jack took a deep breath as he enjoyed the show, attempting to quiet the blood pounding in his ears as he tempered his expectations. Though he would have much preferred bending her over the side of the bed, their interaction downstairs demanded he exercise more patience.

"Well?" Amber asked as she stepped out of her pants towards Jack, now wearing nothing but lacy blue panties and her matching blouse, both of which left very little to the imagination.

"You look fucking incredible," he praised, eyeing her with a toothy grin. He turned to grab a pillow from the bed behind him, tossing it on the floor in front of him with a flourish.

"Why don't you give me a hand?" Jack motioned to his pants.

Amber tilted her head to one side, studying his expression as she knelt on the pillow before him, "I guess it's only fair."

Jack hooked his thumbs into his waistband, slowly sliding them down his hips. Amber felt a lump growing in her throat as she realized he wasn't wearing boxers. She yanked at the fabric gathering around Jack's knees as he lifted his hips, freeing his legs from the restrictive slacks with a shove.

Jack felt Amber's hands find his thighs as he leaned back, savoring the sight of her mouth fall open as she watched his length spring free; unable to look away as his significant girth bounced in place before coming to rest in front of her.

Even with her regular use of her dildo, she felt inadequately prepared to see it again in the flesh. The intensity of his fresh, masculine scent hit her first; smelling of cedarwood with soft top notes of lemon and cinnamon. A familiar, longing pressure in her core seemed to cascade in response.

Amber bent down lower—Jack's length was triumphant, like a massive pillar swaying between their faces, emanating a heat she found both familiar and intimidating. His cock seemed to tower over her as she looked up at it from below, appearing even bigger than his likeness currently sitting in her bedside drawer. As she reached out to touch him, a thought occurred to her:

The last time I felt him, he was inside me.

Amber shivered as she felt an intense pressure build in her gut—her trepidation in the face of the stirring memory stilled her hand.

"Hold up," Jack announced, snapping Amber back to reality. He extended a thick finger, motioning to her chest, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

A flustered Amber looked down at her chest in confusion. Clarity came in the form of Jack's fingers wrapping around the singular button holding her blouse together. His low, seductive growl caused a shudder to run through her, electricity trickling up the base of her spine before it arced out across her scalp:

"Just returning the favor. You helped me with mine. Quid pro quo," Jack teased as he released Amber's final button, freeing her breasts as he opened her shirt.

Jack sat back, admiring Amber's chest as her blue blouse fell back over her shoulders. Her nipple piercings sparkled in the light pouring in through his bedroom window. Jack bit his lip, more than pleased to see her nipples were already hard as she slipped off her shirt, tossing it on the floor behind her.

"There we go," Jack announced, "Now we're square."

"Like what you see, do you?" Amber shot back, trying to maintain her composure in the face of her budding arousal.

"I think we both have plenty to enjoy at the moment," Jack remarked as he took the base of his cock in hand, shaking it in front of her as if she needed a reminder of why she was here.

Amber looked back over Jack's huge length, still standing tall in front of her, sliding her hands over his thighs as if to brace herself. Her eyes widened as she took stock of his impressive size—somehow he seemed even bigger than she remembered. He appeared to have trimmed some of the dense hair around the base of his thick shaft, which contributed to the effect. Amber's chest rose and fell, taking a deep breath to calm herself before she began.

Jack chuckled, enjoying her mix of nervous expressions as his eagerness threatened to boil over, "You look like you've never seen my cock before. Not getting any use out of the gift I sent you?"

Reaching out with a tentative hand, Amber brushed her fingertips against the underside of his shaft. She noticed his cock twitch in time with his pulse, swelling to its full size in anticipation of her touch.

Jack only now noticed her painted fingernails matched the blue of her outfit. He leaned forward, taking her small hand in his meaty paw. Curling her dainty fingers around his shaft, he guided her hand along his length, as if to remind her of how to stroke him properly again after such a long time apart.

"Oh my—" Amber breathed, forgetting herself for a moment, before finding a smirk, "Looks like someone's excited to see me."

Jack moved his hand away, leaving her to stroke him of her own volition. "What can I say? It's been a while," Jack folded his hands on top of his head, drinking in the beautiful sight of her kneeling before him in awe with a shameless grin.

A tightness built in Amber's chest at the familiar sensation of Jack's heavy cock in her hand. An intense heat radiated from him—as if his body was responding to the clamminess of her trembling hand. His skin was softer than she remembered, noting the gentle echo of Jack's pulse through his shaft.

"Too long?" Amber smiled as she gently gripped the skin around his shaft, pulling it over the swollen head with a languid stroke. She twisted her wrist ever so slightly at the top of the motion, just as he taught her so many months ago. She had forgotten he didn't need lube like Bill often did.

"Good girl," Jack praised with a chuckle, "But has one hand ever been enough?"

Still in a trance, Amber moved her other hand from his thigh to his shaft. Now that she was stroking his cock with both hands, her elbows brushed against his large, hairy thighs on every downstroke. Jack let out a low groan at the extra stimulation, happy to see Amber kneeling between his legs again.

Looking intently at his cock, Amber took note of the distance between the tips of her fingers and her thumb. With Bill, she could touch her thumb and middle finger together when they were wrapped around the thickest part of his shaft. With Jack, that was impossible at any point around his length—except where his girth tapered at his tip.

Amber swallowed hard around the lump in her throat, her mouth watering as his scent intensified in her nostrils as she continued stroking his length. A charge shivered through her lips—the dull, tingling was a subconscious suggestion of what she could be doing with his cock instead…

The sensation only lingered for a moment before she brushed it away with a flit of her tongue.

As she found her rhythm, Amber became acutely aware of his skin's natural oils mixing with those of her hands, undoubtedly filling the tiny creases of her fingerprints, the folds in her fingers, and the valleys of her palms. His warmth felt oddly comforting.

The replica in her bedside drawer couldn't hope to compare.

"Jack, you're so—" Amber's velvet tone prompted an involuntary flex of Jack's cock in her hand. The movement caused his large balls to jump in response. prompting Amber to pull a hand from his shaft to cradle them gently, rolling them one at a time between her fingers. The softness of his scrotum was offset by the scraggly, wiry hairs protruding from it—Jack was never big on manscaping.

As she cradled his balls in her hand, a thought bubbled up from her subconscious to the forefront of her mind:

'He used to empty these on my face.'

Amber suddenly became acutely aware of where she was—kneeling on the floor of Jack's bedroom, dutifully stroking his massive cock with both hands while Bill was at home waiting for her. She had done much more than use her hands in this room to service their hung, overweight neighbor, and Bill had loved it.

Whether caused by memory, circumstance, his scent, or the act itself—a shiver ran down Amber's spine, bringing her attention to the heat swirling between her legs.

"Hmm?" Jack raised an eyebrow, prompting her to continue. Though he was out of her focus, Amber could see him looking down at her above his large, hairy midsection. She could almost make out the glint of his beady little eyes, peering down from above his rolling chin.

'For Bill,' Amber reminded herself, her lips curling into a mischievous smile as she brought her face closer to Jack's towering length. Jack's eyes widened for a split second, his pulse quickening in response to her motion. Amber giggled, noting the change in his heartbeat through the soft skin of his cock. She had her audience captive. Time to turn up the heat!

"You're so big," she nearly moaned as she gripped him tighter, doubling her enthusiasm, "Bill isn't nearly this size—how are you even bigger than I remember?"

Jack released a low groan as a considerable amount of hot wetness leaked from the tip of his cock. Amber instinctively wet her lips at the sensation, working his lubricating release into her hands as she stroked him with increased fervor.

"Of course, he isn't—you wouldn't be here if he was," Jack teased.

Amber felt the weight of his smirk before she saw it. The flash of anger in her gut coalesced with her building arousal before the heat from both reached her face.

"See?" Jack reached down, running a thumb across her flushed cheek, "Why pretend…?" He could feel another word at the tip of his tongue, but he dared not risk it. Not yet.

Amber closed her eyes and breathed deeply, maintaining her self-control as she struggled to remain in character.

"I can't—I can't deny what I want," Amber stroked him vigorously—full, long fluid strokes up and down his entire length. She might have been playing up her reaction, but Jack was clearly too excited to notice or care.

"You look even more incredible now that you're back where you belong," Jack growled, his eyes clouding over with lust as he reached out—gently caressing the side of her head with a meaty hand.

"Oh yeah?" Amber's response was equally charged, her gut twisting at her use of 'belong' again, but she was on a mission. She turned her head into his touch, kissing his hand—teasing his thumb with her tongue before pulling away with a wry grin, "You like how I look with your perfect cock in my hands, Daddy?"

Jack answered with a loud groan as he leaned back on his elbows, clearly enjoying himself as Amber's words scrambled any semblance of composure he had left.

"I've missed it, Daddy," Amber pleaded, playing up her reaction, "Missed how your perfect cock felt in my hands."

Keeping her right hand wrapped around his base, Amber rose to her feet, maintaining her rhythm as she kept up her assault. Placing a knee onto the bed, she was able to stroke him with both hands while maintaining her balance. Leaning forward, she brought her face close as she milked his massive cock—twisting her wrists with a flourish with each stroke exactly like he taught her.

"Did you enjoy fucking me in front of my husband?" Amber asked, her breath hot on his neck.

She felt Jack's cock pulse in response to her question. As Jack broke into a light sweat, his scent becoming even more concentrated—Amber felt her chest tighten in response as she tried to maintain her composure

"Fuck yes—" Jack groaned, his head bobbing forward as his elbows shivered beneath him. He drank in every word, the mounting pressure in his groin building dangerously fast. He hadn't expected this at all. He was prepared for reluctance and trepidation—he was supposed to remind her of where she belonged. Was she really this excited to start this back up again? Maybe this wouldn't be all that difficult…

"Do you remember how it felt to have me wrapped around you? Slipping this huge, thick cock of yours between my lips? Burying yourself deep inside my needy little pussy? Feeling my hips buck against you in ecstasy?"

All Jack could do was nod in response. Amber leaned forward and whispered in her once lover's ear, unaware of her own mounting arousal as her body grew hot at her words—at the beautiful, throbbing cock in her hand.

"I'll never forget the way you made me cum that night we had in our only night together. Do you remember how I shuddered around you? In my bedroom, in my marital bed?"

Jack nodded even more enthusiastically as the pressure in his groin reached its breaking point at the touch of Amber's soft, competent fingers twisting around his throbbing shaft. Up and down and up and down…

"How could I have expected to be satisfied without you after you showed me such bliss? Conquering me over and over and over—" Amber hovered over his ear, her voice a silken whisper, "Show me how much you've missed stretching my tight, little pussy, Daddy."

Amber's words cut through Jack's remaining restraint like a scalpel, severing his lingering notion of control and any semblance of awareness beyond the burning in his nerve endings. Any hope he had of holding on any longer was completely and utterly obliterated as she pushed him over the edge.

Jack's thunderous roar caused Amber's legs to shiver beneath her. He collapsed backward, pulling her down with him into the crook of his arm. His primal moans shattered her once-ironclad denial of her own arousal like an earthquake—her pussy throbbing as lust overwhelmed her senses.

She kept one hand on his length as she fell, stroking him eagerly through his orgasm as his deafening moans filled her ears. His massive cock flexed violently as he erupted—shooting rope after rope of hot cum onto his stomach, with some hitting as far as his chest.

She turned her head to watch over his gut, a bolt of electricity shooting across her lips as she watched him explode. A strong feeling seized her, a conquering thought steamrolling any others—that she was in the wrong place; she should be between his legs, down on her knees.

Intrusive memories swarmed her mind as his cock swelled in her hand with each release: his taste on her tongue, his cock pulsing against her lips, her pussy dripping with need, pride swelling in her chest as he caressed her head, praising her for being such a…

Amber turned back to face Jack, her breathing heavy in his ear as she shuddered at the intensity of the thought; quivering as her wetness leaked down her thighs as she continued stroking Jack through his powerful orgasm.

In one quick movement, Jack grabbed a surprised Amber by the back of her neck and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss. He pulled hard on her lower lip before sliding his tongue into her mouth, Amber returning the gesture—too overwhelmed by her body's response to his touch to consider objecting. For a moment, her neck went slack in his firm grip, her worries and plans miles away as she melted into him. She found herself almost sad when his grip loosened as he pulled away, his head collapsing back on the mattress as he struggled to catch his breath

Amber giggled as she ran the soft of her thumb over Jack's frenulum. He shuddered at the change in sensation, eyes still shut tight as the aftershocks of his powerful orgasm echoed through him. She centered herself with a deep breath, regaining her composure—aware of the need to follow through on her plan.

With one final squeeze, she released him. Jack was still reeling, he could just make out the ripping of paper towels over by his bedside table over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears.

He opened his eyes one after another as he struggled to regain control over his body. He saw Amber moving beyond him over the rapidly cooling pools of cum scattered across his torso.

She was… leaving?

***

Amber quickly scooped up her clothes and turned to face the still-bewildered Jack.

"That was fun!" she leaned forward, patting his knee before stepping back from him. After slipping on her shirt, she grabbed her phone that was propped up against a chair in the corner of the room before walking out the door, "Bye, Jack!"

She turned on her heel and slipped out of the room before Jack had regained the power of speech. He had only realized the full extent of what had happened after he heard the thud of the side door closing downstairs.

***

Bill had his laptop across his thighs as he attempted to try and get something done today.

He looked out the sliding glass door over the pool just between their house and Jack's, wondering if Amber was doing okay. She didn't seem too nervous before leaving, but with everything that had happened…

Bill felt a familiar stir in his pants press uncomfortably against the bottom of his laptop.

Focus, you horny fuck.

He was taking one last look at the neighbor's house when he saw the side door open, revealing Amber in a mild state of undress, looking quite satisfied with herself. He watched her curiously as she made her way to the door.

"Hey, you!" she greeted him with a warm, satisfied smile as she pulled open the door.

"Hey! Damn, babe, you're home early! Is everything okay?"

"Totally fine, went just as expected," Amber smiled brightly at him as she slipped off her shoes, "One sec, let me wash my hands quick!"

Bill watched his wife make her way into the kitchen, admiring the way her tight pants hugged her lower curves. He set his computer on the coffee table, allowing his body to pursue its other interests as he heard her turn on the faucet.

"Oh? All done with your work?" Amber teased with a playful tone, eyeing her husband's bulge. She smiled brightly, joining him on the couch.

"Not exactly," Bill turned to face her, face flushed in semi-embarrassment. He placed a hand finding on her thigh, "How'd it go?"

"Fine," Amber shrugged, her energy betraying her outward expression of feigned indifference at the question, "I teased the shit out of him and left him covered in his own cum using nothing but my hands. Serves him right."

She chortled and crossed her arms, a self-satisfied smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.

"Holy shit—so that's what you meant by—"

"Yes! Exactly," Amber grinned as she rubbed Bill's thigh, "I told you I had a plan. I let him know this time is gonna be different, and I recorded a sexy video for you."

Bill studied her expression thoughtfully, shifting in his seat at her touch as his cock strained against the fabric of his pants, "Did you get what you wanted, though?"

"Of course I did—I showed him who's boss. After last time, I… " Amber trailed off.

Bill's hand found her head, brushing his fingers through her hair in a loving caress.

"I need him to know this time is going to be different," she finished.

Bill didn't have time to ask his next question before Amber cleared her throat, continuing in an imitation of an old Western accent.

"There's a new sheriff in town," Amber stood up and splayed her knees like she was wearing starched pants and spurs. She walked forward with wide steps before turning back toward Bill, tipping an imaginary cowboy hat in his direction before hooking her thumbs into the elastic of her yoga pants.

Far too entertained to cringe at her goofiness, Bill didn't miss a beat, "Well lil' lady, I didn' know you were from roun' these parts," he stood up mimicking her gait, "ain't nobody jus' handle an outlaw like it ain't nuthin'!"

Amber pulled an imaginary pistol out of her pants. She made eye contact with Bill before blowing over her extended index finger like she had just fired a shot. She lowered her eyelids and bit her lip as she put her imaginary firearm away. Bill felt his chest grow hot at her expression. What a woman.

"Ain't nobody quick'r than me, deputy," she put a foot on the coffee table and crossed an arm over her knee, flicking at her imaginary cowboy hat with her off-hand.

Bill, wide-eyed at the effectiveness of his wife's current method of seduction, blinked and shook his head before he laid it on thick, matching Amber's gesture, "You'll have to show me how you handle the steel, sheriff. What say you and me git reacquaint'd upstairs."

Amber giggled madly, almost breaking character before regaining her composure, "Aye'd like that, deputy! Let's see if you're as quick a shooter as that ol' outlaw ah jus' caught dead to rights!" She folded her hands into a pair of finger-guns, pretending to shoot at her husband.

"You got yerself a deal there, partner," Bill shot her a wolfish grin before he scooped her up in her arms, "Allow me, miss."

Amber threw her arms around Bill's head and nuzzled into his neck as Bill carried her upstairs, the pair still joking and giggling as the bedroom door closed behind them. There was no less play occurring beyond the door, though the talk was much less Western and far more dirty, as evidenced by the moans emanating from their bedroom.

*****

What the fuck just happened?

Jack blinked in the afternoon sun coming through the blinds as he leaned over, reaching for the roll of paper towels he kept by his bed.

That bitch, what the fuck was that?

She had been serious—her attitude wasn't just a front at the coffee shop, he was going to have to work for it if he wanted this to work out in his favor.

"Fine," Jack said out loud to himself as he wiped sticky globs of cum off his belly, "you want to play hardball? Let's play hardball."

He rose to his feet, lumbering into the bathroom. He turned the shower handle and impatiently stuck a paw into the stream of water flowing to the floor. He winced at the searing cold, his fingers curling reflexively in response as he pulled his hand from the shower.

He sighed deeply, studying his hand. He opened and closed his fingers repeatedly before being struck by an idea.

A wicked grin spread across his face as he clenched his hand into a fist, now too excited to admonish himself for not thinking of it earlier.

Rules. Oh, we'll follow your rules, all right—to the letter.

Jack barely noticed the shower wasn't yet warm as he stepped in the shower, far too preoccupied with his thoughts as he diligently cleaned up.

Enjoy your victory today, you little minx. Next time—you're mine.

************

Sunday

************

Bill and Amber couldn't keep their hands off one another since Thursday. Amber loved the way Bill responded as she teased him with every little detail of her encounter with Jack. Bill loved that it seemed to set Amber aflame, even more confident and eager for intimacy than usual. They watched the video she recorded with Jack together, with Amber providing commentary. Though she had been leaving him quite drained, Bill had a chance to watch the video repeatedly when Amber was out with Stacey over the weekend, her commentary providing extra context for the video itself.

Something was strange about the experience. Bill had gotten accustomed to witnessing Amber submitting to Jack quite readily on video. Sure, she'd mention how she would play up her reactions to the camera, as Jack had always been quite abrasive, but he could tell something was different in this video. The wall between them was quite clear—Amber seemed to be holding back. The best evidence of this was her reaction at the end, where she finally seemed to forget the camera was there and genuinely enjoyed herself. Their chemistry was still undeniable, but she didn't look nearly as relaxed.

As the weekend drew to a close, they were lying in bed reading at the end of a relaxing evening together.

"Hey, babe? I wanted to ask you a bit about Thursday," Bill piped up, setting his book down.

Amber looked up from her book with a smirk. She was wearing her thick-rimmed glasses and had her hair up in a loose bun.

"You're positively incorrigible," she teased, rolling her eyes at him behind her glasses, "Earlier wasn't enough for you, huh? I'm afraid I'm pretty exhausted."

"Oh, no—earlier was amazing. I don't mean sexy details or anything—it's something else."

"Oh," Amber marked her spot in her book and removed her glasses, setting them both on her bedside table, "Is something wrong?"

"No, no," Bill assured her with a smile, "When I was watching back the video, you seemed much stiffer than other times you hooked up, even when you would banter with Jack. You looked like you got really into it at the end, and then you just broke it off abruptly."

Amber looked away with a frown, mildly disappointed in herself for letting her reservations come through on video. Stacey's words from last week echoed in her head.

Bill gently brushed a hand over her blonde hair "I just want to make sure this is something you still want to do and not just something you feel obligated to do."

Amber rubbed her chin as she stared absentmindedly out their large bedroom window on the far wall.

"You know I've never been Jack's biggest fan, and it was fun making him squirm a bit for once, but I only really hooked up with him because of how it brought us closer. Every time I hooked up with him in the past it helped me feel really close to you—making you squirm was just a bonus. And look at how much our sex life improved!"

Bill listened intently, smiling softly as he mulled over her words.

"Hmm, that makes sense. I guess a part of me was hoping you actually really enjoyed it like it came off in those videos."

"I mean, it was definitely a rush," Amber shrugged, "It's not like it didn't feel good. I hope that didn't ruin those for you or anything."

"After watching you two here in our bed—" Bill felt his face grow hot, his chest tightening as a sudden burst of embarrassment and arousal washed over him, "Even though I was so out of it, I'll never forget what your face looked like," he paused, closing his eyes for a long moment to maintain his composure. He could feel Amber's eyes studying his face before he turned to face her, "Was that acting?"

Amber blushed heavily and turned away.

"I—um—he won the bet, and I was really horny and drunk, and I got ahead of myself and it felt… it felt—I'm so so sorry you had to see that, darling!" she cried, "I should have noticed that you were—"

Bill wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his chest.

"Hey now, no more apologizing! Even as sleepy as I was I still loved it, okay? You were allowed to enjoy it. You aren't a bad wife or a horrible person if you enjoy yourself with him."

"But Bill! He—"

"Yes, he went behind our backs and did some underhanded shit. Wasn't he more open at the coffee shop? Did you notice any differences when you met up at his place the other day? If something was still off I feel like you would have picked up on it."

Amber nodded meekly, moments of Jack's gentleness coming to mind.

"I want you to enjoy yourself, okay? Wanting to hook up with him isn't accepting that what he did was okay."

Amber nuzzled into Bill's chest at his reassurances, her voice quiet, "Bill, what if—"

"Hmm?" Bill tilted her chin up to face him, "It's okay, darling, what is it."

"What if I'm not thinking straight? What if I can't tell?"

Amber's response gave him pause.

"Sometimes it feels like my mind and body are at war. Like it feels—but he—" Amber buried her face in the crook of Bill's arm.

"Amber, baby, it's okay! Whatever you decide to do, I support you, okay? I promise you won't be betraying me or condoning the shit he did."

Bill shifted his weight as she looked up to face him, her big blue eyes glossy and sad.

"I'm not going anywhere," he continued, "and there's nothing you can do that'll drive me away. I want you to feel free to explore, knowing I'm with you every step of the way no matter what, okay? I love you so much."

"I love you too," Amber sniffled with a smile before she cuddled into his chest.

Feeling his heart overflow at the sight, Bill stretched a long arm over to his bedside table, grabbing a box of tissues.

"It's okay! I'm sorry, darling," Bill stammered, handing his adorable wife a tissue, "Here—I didn't mean to upset you!"

"You didn't," Amber sniffed before blowing her nose, "you're so sweet and thoughtful. I'm the luckiest woman on the planet."

"Only if that makes me the luckiest guy," he smiled, kissing her forehead, "Let's get some sleep."

After shutting off their bedside lamps and snuggling beneath the covers, Bill and Amber fell asleep in each other's arms.

************

Thursday Evening

************

"Bill?" Amber called, walking halfway down the stairs before finding him working on the couch in the living room.

"Hey, babe, what's up?" Bill perked up, finding Amber leaning over the banister. His workload had increased quite a bit in the past week since their IT outage last week, and it meant a lot more work later into the evenings. Running a growing company made for a lot of extra work.

"Are you working from home tomorrow?"

"Um, let's see," Bill glanced back at his screen to check the date before looking back up at Amber, "Friday. I'll be in the office in the morning, but I'll be back after lunch. What's up?"

Amber brought a finger to her chin, her blue eyes wide, "Hmmm, because," she preened in place, running a hand through her blonde waves before tossing her hair with a flourish, glancing over to ensure she had Bill's full attention.

"Yes?" Bill pulled his hands from his laptop. He was almost always home in the evenings, why was she asking if he would be—She bit her lip, flashing him a devilish grin as she narrowed her eyes—her expression equal parts wicked and playful. Bill felt his stomach knot at the sight.

"I'm going over to Jack's tomorrow night," she drawled with feigned disinterest, her expression gone as quickly as it came. She turned to walk back upstairs, "Just wanted to make sure you'll be home, waiting for me…"

Any thoughts of work flew from his mind at Amber's announcement.

Bill only noticed she wasn't wearing anything under her shirt as he watched her disappear upstairs.

"Oh, you—!" Bill called, he shut his laptop, setting it and his work effects down on the coffee table before racing upstairs after her, finding their bedroom door locked.

"Amber?" Bill gently knocked on the door with the knuckles of his fingers, "Let me in. The door's locked."

He waited a few moments. Was she in the bathroom? Did she not hear him?

"Amber?" Bill knocked again with a bit more force.

"You took too long," came Amber's somewhat muffled voice from behind the door, "Jack is already taking care of me. You're going to have to wait."

Bill tried the door handle again. Yep, definitely locked.

Fuck.

"Amber! What are you…?" Bill trailed off, the gears in his head turning. Jack wasn't here, there was no way. She must be talking about—

"Oh?" her voice came through the door, "Do you not trust him to do a good job?"

"What?!"

"Do you want to see?"

Bill felt a buzzing in his pocket—Amber was calling him, requesting to video chat.

Answering immediately, he found a video taken from Amber's perspective of her lower body, toned, tanned stomach, her thighs parted, and she was driving her replica of Jack's cock inside her pussy with her right hand, moaning into her phone.

Bill was so hard he might have been able to split the door in two by walking into it fast enough. Listening intently, he noticed a bit of a delay between the muffled sounds in the room in front of him and the crisp, tinny output from his phone, but it was too quiet to create any feedback.

"Do you see how wet I am, baby?" she teased, pulling enough of the huge dildo out to showcase her wetness gleaming along it, "he makes me cum so hard."

"Fuuuuck. Amber, please," Bill called, hammering on the door with his palm, "open this door."

"Nope," Amber giggled, "I'm—we're—busy! You'll have to go second. Is that okay? You still get to enjoy the show!"

Bill groaned audibly, his cock pressed uncomfortably against the front of his jeans. Removing his belt, he stripped off his pants with one hand, refusing to take his eyes off his phone.

"Oh my god, Bill," Amber's camera view shook wildly, showing her pushing Jack even deeper, "I'm getting close."

"Amber!" Bill leaned against the door, vigorously stroking his length. Bill inhaled sharply, pre-cum leaking out of his tip at her words. He lathered it over his cock, making it easier to stroke.

"Doesn't he look perfect inside me?" Amber's moans grew more insistent as she increased her pace, working Jack's entire length

Bill inhaled sharply at her words, eyes transfixed on the screen, pre-cum leaking out of his tip at her words. He lathered it over his cock, making it easier to stroke. Amber's camera work was falling off hard as she approached climax, her pussy not even in view anymore.

"Bill, I can't hold it anymore!" she cried, leaving Bill unsure if she was referring to herself or her phone before the video went dark, "Daddy wants some privacy—sorry baby!"

"Amber!" The hypnotic visual gone, Bill regained his faculties long enough to take stock of his surroundings—

'Wait a minute,' he thought, gears turning slowly in his lust-filled haze, 'I live here!'

Bill raced to the long, thin table stationed in the upstairs hallway. He ripped open the drawers, rifling through their contents before he found what he was looking for—a key!

"Bill, baby? " His wife's moans were emanating from his phone speakers as he raced over to unlock their bedroom door.

Pulling open the door, he turned to find Amber, completely naked in the middle of the bed: tousled blonde hair falling around her face, slender, toned legs spread wide, her brow furrowed as her mouth hung open in ecstasy—her scent hit him like a truck, leaving him lightheaded with need. Between her shivering legs, she was rolling her hips around the entirety of Jack's massive cock, holding his likeness in place with both hands. It looked as if she was trying to fit even more of it inside her—like there were spaces she needed it to reach. She jumped in surprise at the sound of Bill entering the room, but it brought her no pause.

"Baby!" Amber eyes went wide before snapping shut. Shuddering violently, she pulled her legs together as she rolled over, collapsing around Jack's girth, Bill leapt onto the bed, kissing her passionately while she trembled on their neighbor's likeness beneath him.

Bill pulled hard on her lower lip while stroking himself as her deafening moans filled his ears. She kept rolling around in place as Bill held her face steady, kissing her passionately. She was still shuddering as she slowly recovered her faculties, kissing him hard in return.

After a few moments of stillness together, Amber sat up and pushed Bill backward, leaving him on his knees. With Jack's length still halfway inside her, she leaned forward, effortlessly swallowing Bill's cock down her throat.

"Amber, holy shit."

She sputtered around him as her nose hit the muscled-"V" of his lower abdomen, coughing him free as she stroked him vigorously. She grabbed his hand, pulling it to the base of the dildo before guiding him back and forth.

"I want you to cum down my throat while daddy fucks me," Amber demanded, blue eyes glossy and watering. She was breathing heavily, her entire face cherry-red—eyes clouded with lust as she looked up at her husband, stroking him diligently. She looked like a woman possessed, "is that okay?"

Bill nodded hurriedly, slapping his cock against her cheek before lining up with her face.

"Are you mad at me?" her nerves breaking through her haze of desire for a brief moment.

Bill shook his head quickly, flashing her a warm smile, "Never. You're perfect."

Finally having a moment to breathe, Bill caressed the back of Amber's head, guiding her lips over his cock. Together, they found their rhythm—working Jack's huge dildo back and forth through Amber's soaking-wet folds in time with Bill guiding her head back and forth on his throbbing cock.

Amber could feel an incredible pressure mounting quickly in her core—Jack's impossible girth merciless in its exertion of pressure against the ridged band of nerves lining her frontal wall, threatening to shatter her with every movement. It arrived quickly—snapping her eyes shut as it rocketed up her spine.

Amber's jaw went slack over Bill's throbbing cock, unable to do anything but gasp around his length as another powerful orgasm thundered through her—her mind completely blank, all directed, voluntary motion stopping as she convulsed around the conquering length Bill continued driving inside her alone, her hand inside his now limp and quivering.

The vibration of her powerful moans around his cock sent shockwaves up Bill's spine. The humming sensation caused him to release the dildo as he felt himself pass the point of no return. His hands found Amber's head, digging into her scalp as he held himself steady.

Here he was, inside her beautiful mouth, and she was locked and shivering around another man's cock in their marital bed. He could feel her tongue against his cock head and knew she could not taste him. At that moment, there was nothing but Jack and the empty, infinite bliss he brought her. Pure ecstasy.

In a dim, primal awareness, Amber felt an unmistakable sensation of pulsing in her mouth. She fastened her lips around Bill's throbbing length, suckling hard as he emptied himself down her throat—lapping up both his essence and his deafening moans with eagerness as her consciousness slowly returned.

The couple collapsed in a shivering heap, Bill holding Amber as they basked in the euphoric afterglow of mutual bliss. An eternity seemed to pass before either of them spoke.

"What gave you that idea?" Bill breathed, kissing his wife's forehead as he ran a hand through her hand.

"I knew you'd like it," Amber giggled, her exhaustion palpable as she nuzzled into his touch, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

After a few minutes of intimate silence, Amber spoke first.

"Will you carry me to the shower, darling? I'm spent.?"Of course, my love."

******** Later ********

Bill's slow, deep breaths made Amber's eyes heavy, unwinding on her phone as she prepared to drift off to sleep. She was interrupted by a notification at the top of her phone screen while double-checking her alarm for tomorrow morning's early shift at the hospital.

'So… How'd it go?'

'Ummmmm… incredible, actually. How did you know he'd love that?'

'Just a hunch ;) '

'Thanks :) Goodnight Jack. See you tomorrow.'

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ

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  Chapter:17 - Amber's Birthday Weekend Pt. 1
   Teaser:Amber and Bill take their cuckolding journey further
 Category:Loving Wives
      URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/nc-au-ambers-birthday-weekend
Published:2025-06-13
{[bold]}{[italic]}Treat Hill's Cabin{[/italic]}{[/bold]}

{[italic]}Friday Afternoon{[/italic]}

Bill and Amber pulled up to the picturesque cabin that sat on a hill beside a sparkling blue lake. Down the hill, there was a dock with a small sailboat and a boathouse painted red and white like a classical barn. The cabin itself was a two-story log cabin built in the last few years for rental excursions and Airbnb's. It had all the modern conveniences, but with miles and miles of trees and emptiness to give perfect privacy. The front porch circled the entire cabin, the awning painted green, awash with fallen foliage.

When they had looked up the cabin, they'd been impressed with how large it was. Four bedrooms, though they only needed two, a massive fully equipped kitchen, living room with big screen TV and satellite reception. There was a jacuzzi on the enclosed portion of the porch in the back, as well as spacious bathrooms with glass showers and jetted tubs. The view it had was breathtaking no matter what time of day, and it simply screamed comfort and peace and luxury.

"Well… " Amber let out a sigh, staring at the cabin. "Here we are." She turned to Bill and brushed back some stray strands of her blonde hair. "Still feeling okay?" Her cheeks were slightly pink with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

Bill took a deep breath, hands still on the steering wheel. "Yeah… " He swallowed nervously. "Yeah."

Amber put a hand on Bill's arm, rubbing up along his bicep under his t-shirt sleeve. "Hey… Remember. We talked about this. Be honest."

For a moment, Bill just stared at the steering wheel. The silence of the lake and the forest surrounding them gave him both comfort and a sort of chill. Like the feeling someone gets when they think they are being watched. Were the trees judging him? Watching as he was about to take another huge leap in his marriage and their new… dynamic?

Over the past weeks leading up to Amber's birthday, Bill and his wife had discussed this weekend at length. Detail after detail. After their anniversary, things had truly changed. There was no doubt in their minds that the didn't want to stop with Jack. They wanted to continue. With Jack. And with Stacy. The experience was just too potent, addictive, to let go. And now that they'd talked and worked out some of the wrinkles that had arisen after they'd first started, it was becoming even better.

Amber had been seeing Jack almost every other day, usually after work. They weren't going to rearrange their schedules for this new lifestyle, and Bill and Amber had decided that the things she'd done with Jack in the past were too risky. Sex at work. In public. Those activities needed to be kept to a minimum and planned.

That was another thing they'd agreed on. No surprises. At least, no ones that didn't involve Bill being aware or involved. They were going to be open and honest about everything and Bill was never going to be left in the dark again.

However, that didn't mean he was going to see or know about everything Jack and Amber did. He may know that they were having sex, but sometimes denying him the details and the visuals was part of the fun. Bill had been resistant to admit it at first, but after some sensual prodding from his wife, he'd come clean that it was arousing to know she was doing things with Jack but not getting to see it or know all about it. The mystery was part of the fun.

Now they were here. This weekend was going to be… interesting. Bill didn't know everything that was planned. But what they did know was that Amber had wanted to take things a little further. To push the bounds of this new lifestyle they were stepping into.

Cuckold hadn't been a word they'd used more than a handful of times. But this weekend was about diving into that experience more thoroughly. Amber wanted to be the Queen taken by the Barbarian Conqueror. She wanted Bill, her wonderful, glorious, amazing, king, to sit on his throne and watch as his queen was defiled. Used. Taken from him in every way he could imagine and some he couldn't. Bill may rule the realm, but Jack commanded the queen.

Amber had explained this to Bill and he understood, for the most part. And he couldn't deny he liked watching Amber be taken. That her naughty, dirty, humiliating words had an effect on him he just couldn't fully explain. But now she wanted to push things further. Up till now, she'd been doing it all for Bill, always talking to him in the videos or while having sex with Jack in front of him. Except when Jack had taken her that night of the football game. She remembered that. And it thrilled her. Just Jack and her. Alone. Bill asleep and everything they did was for their own perverse pleasure.

She wanted that level of intimacy again. So, this weekend Bill was truly going to take on the role of a cuckold. He wouldn't be allowed sexual contact or gratification with Amber or Stacy. At least, that was the plan. Jack was the 'Alpha'. He was the man that was going to get all the attention, and the girls were going to do whatever he wanted. Bill wouldn't have a say. In fact, Amber had told him that sometimes he wouldn't even get to watch. Or even listen. This weekend was about her. Not them as a married couple. It was about her as a woman. A queen. And she wanted the barbarian to have his way.

Bill sucked in a slow breath and then turned to meet Amber's blue eyes. "I'm okay. Really." He said, though it wasn't all that convincing.

Amber upped Bill's cheeks in her hands. "I love you." She said firmly. "If at any point this weekend you doubt that, you look at me and you ask, 'do you love me' and I'm going to answer, 'I love you.' It doesn't matter what state I'm in, I'll say it." She was deadly serious and her face was a mask of sincerity.

Bill smiled and nodded, a bit of the tension in his chest and arms relaxing. He let his hands slip from the steering wheel. "Okay."

"And you remember the safe word, right?"

"Cupcakes." He said, chuckling as his wife grinned back at him.

For a moment, Bill took in the sight of her. She was dressed in a very nice, form fitting, blue sundress that clung to her curves nicely and accented her lovely breasts and ass. He put a hand on her bare knee and squeezed. "I love you."

Amber nodded. "This is your last chance. When we get out of this car… " She cleared her throat, her cheeks blazing pink. This whole weekend had been her idea, but that didn't mean she wasn't nervous about it too. "When we get out of this car, Jack owns me. Owns me and Stacy." She put a finger on Bill's nose. "You're not getting anything this weekend. Definitely no sex of any kind in any hole. You're just… A spectator."

They both chuckled at that last bit.

"I'm going to belong to Jack and do whatever he wants. This whole weekend. From the second we step out until Sunday night when we get back in this car. Understand?" Her hand rested on Bill's thigh and squeezed, then rose a little higher, grazing the outline of his semi hard cock. "You're going to be all alone this weekend when it comes to your… release." She giggled.

Bill let his head fall back in a groan. "I can't believe I agreed to this."

She smacked his arm playfully. "You know I'll make up for it later."

He gave Amber a sidelong glance, but smiled anyway. She'd promised that after this weekend he'd get some similar treatment from her. A submissive wife at home. All his and practically no rules. He was definitely looking forward to that, but before he could get to that moment, he had to go through nearly three days of torture.

"Any other rules we need to go over?" Bill asked as he unbuckled.

"The safe word always applies. And what I said about asking if I love you. But, besides that, whatever Jack says or whatever I say, goes. If we tell you to leave the room, you leave. If we tell you to jerk off then, you jerk off." Amber mused in thought for a second as she undid her seat belt. "We won't ask you anything humiliating, though." She turned to him and ran a lovely blue painted nail along his scruffy jaw. "This weekend you're a cuckold, Bill. And cuckold's don't get to have the kinda fun a bull does. So, I hope you're ready to see Jack in complete and utter sexual bliss." She tapped his nose with her nail and grinned slyly.

Bill nodded, feeling the strain in his pants and the heat in his chest. He was in a paradox of arousal and pain and frustration. Even after over a month of this new dynamic they'd found themselves in and had worked on cultivating, it was still difficult. Jack… well, Jack was Jack. Bill still didn't like him all that much, but he'd come to respect him.

After everything they'd gone through, it seemed that Jack had come to respect Bill and Amber's relationship, even protective of their marriage. If he ever had Amber over for a date, he made sure that she and Bill had a date night after on his dime. And he never skimped. He set them up at fancy hotels, five-star restaurants, he even sent them to a local carnival and bought them so many tickets they were able to ride everything and play every game multiple times with tickets to spare. It was sort of jarring, if Bill was being honest. And though Jack was still a prickly pervert that was less than civil most of the time, Bill was still able to enjoy a beer with him on occasion, sitting by the pool or on the back porch, no Amber or Stacy involved.

Maybe, in a way, they'd become friends. But it was a very strange friendship for sure.

Another car pulled up next to theirs and the man himself, Jack, waved from his window with a surprisingly friendly grin. Stacy leaned forward from the passenger's side and gave a big, friendly wave too. It almost seemed like they were all there for a normal, relaxing weekend.

Bill's hand lingered on the door handle for a second, his heart beginning to pound. Amber leaned over and put her hand on his. "Remember." She whispered into his ear. "I love you." Bill nodded, turned and kissed Amber slow and deep, knowing that he'd most likely not get to kiss her again until Sunday night.

Amber closed her hand over Bill's and opened the door, taking the decision away from him completely with a sly grin. "Okay, tiger. Time to let the birthday girl have some fun." With that she opened her door and slipped out of the car as Jack and Stacey were getting out of theirs.

Stacey came around and gave Amber a big hug. She was dressed in a similar sundress that hugged her figure but in a lovely orange instead of blue. Her brunette locks held back in a ponytail. "There's the birthday girl!" She laughed as they embraced.

"Not till Sunday." Amber smiled.

"Nothing wrong with celebrating all weekend." Jack said, stepping up to the girls. He was dressed in some loose blue board shorts and a button up Hawaiian shirt, his stomach bouncing over the waist of his pants and slightly exposed from under the shirt.

"I'm not gonna argue." Amber said, giving Jack a wink.

Bill came around, joining the group, hands shoved in his jeans pockets and trying to look calm and confident.

Seeing her husband approach, Amber gave him a polite grin, almost indifferent and turned her attention to Jack, Stacey doing the same, their back's to him. Jack stepped closer and put his arms around the girl's shoulders and brought them close to him, pressing their chests to his oversized chest. "Alright girls, we can get this weekend started. Bill, mind going into town and picking up some groceries? We are gonna need everything on this list." He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Bill.

Jack didn't even wait for Bill to reply, arms around the girls' waists, he turned them towards the cabin and was ushering them down the gravel walkway. He watched them go. Amber didn't even look back at him. Jack's hand moved down from their waists a bit lower, hands caressing their swaying asses.

They'd discussed the groceries they'd need for the weekend, but Bill had thought that Jack was going to bring them, not make Bill go. But… well, he guessed this was part of this weekend. Bill wasn't in charge. Jack was. He was getting everything and Bill was going to be forced to watch, and that's if Jack was feeling generous. Usually he was. He liked having Bill watch him own Amber and Stacy. Ever since their anniversary, Jack had gotten all the special treatment and Bill had just gotten… well, he'd gotten sex with Amber, which was terrific but it wasn't anything like that day.

With a deep sigh, Bill took the list and got back into the car and drove back into town. It took him the better part of an hour to get everything on the list, load it all up, and then another thirty minutes to get back to the cabin. Two full hours had passed since they'd first arrived at the cabin. What had been going on while he'd been gone? Would he ever know?

As he pulled in and parked, he tried to make sure he kept himself calm. Part of him wanted to run inside, see what was happening. Amber had been very clear. This weekend he was a cuck. No privileges. If he wanted to know what had gone on during these past hours, he may have to simply be content with the fact it was a secret the girls and Jack would take to their grave. Bill opened the trunk and pulled out two heavy laden grocery bags. He walked the path to the porch and to the front door, listening closely…

It was quiet. The sounds of lapping waves from the lake, soft bugs buzzing around and leaves shifting in the breeze were the only thing that broke the silence of the great outdoors. Juggling the bags, Bill was able to open the door and slip inside to the cool of the cabin.

The first floor was a large open living area and kitchen with a dinner table separating the two locations. In the living area was a large couch, a couple of recliners, a fireplace and a flatscreen hanging over it. The bedrooms were upstairs. The cabin was eerily quiet. Had the girls and Jack gone somewhere? Maybe they were in the hot tub? Amber had kept most of her packing secret, not letting Bill see what clothes and swimsuits and underwear she was bringing on the trip. She and Stacy had gone out on a few shopping trips, each time bringing home new things that she never let Bill get a peek at.

He put the bags down on the kitchen counter and went to the back door, peeking out onto the back patio where the hot tub was, but it was still covered and hadn't been turned on yet. If they weren't out back or in the living room, then the only other options were at the lake or upstairs. It was far more likely they were upstairs… but Bill was torn. If everyone was upstairs, in the bedrooms… then…

Bill took some calming breaths and went to the stairs, making his way up and then down the hall. Sure enough, he began to hear something. Soft murmurs. Pants. Breathing. The master bedroom was at the far end of the hall from the staircase and the door was slightly ajar. If hit had been closed, would that mean Bill wasn't allowed to come in? They hadn't discussed details like this, at least not yet. But it was open, at least a little. Maybe on purpose. Maybe a mistake. Whatever the reason, Bill knew he had to take advantage. Whatever opportunities he got this weekend, he was determined to take.

Slipping close to the door, he pushed it just lightly enough it opened more, and he peeked inside. Bill was treated to the sight of Amber and Stacy's asses facing the door. He stared with wide eyes as he took in the scene. The bed was a California king and Jack lay back against the headboard, pillows propped up behind him. His clothes had been discarded somewhere in the room, as well as the girls' dresses and underwear, if they were ever even wearing any. His belly obscured Bill's view of Jack's face, but by the way he was groaning, he was in utter ecstasy.

Amber was on the left, her legs together as she was on all fours, her ass soft and beautiful and like a heart as Bill watched, her bald slit and asshole framed. She wiggled it a little as she was sucking at Jack's dark purple head. Stacy, on the right, was in much the same position, but she was licking along his shaft. Jack's cock was already dripping and glistening with the girl's spit. Throbbing from their attention.

"That's it girls… fuck yes, worship it." Jack groaned and then Bill noticed he was holding his phone and filming the girls giving him the double blowjob.

"So fucking big," Stacy cooed and giggled, wiggling her ass and unknowingly giving Bill a brief glimpse of her slightly hairy pussy. "Fucking huge Jack. I hope you really appreciate that if it wasn't for this thing, we wouldn't ever look at you." Stacy laughed and Amber joined her as she pulled her mouth off his cock.

"Well, I'm not gonna worry about what might be. I've got the fattest cock you girls have ever seen and you fucking love it." His laugh made his belly bounce.

"Actually, Chester was bigger, at least by a little." Amber teased.

"Did I tell you to stop sucking my cock, slut?" Jack growled, there wasn't much heat in it, but Bill definitely detected a little jealousy.

"Calm down big boy." Stacy giggled and moved down, kissing along his length. "We prefer you to that jerk. Big cock or not, there's something to be said about character." Amber's friend trailed her tongue along the underside of his shaft, up to where Amber's lips were sealed around Jack's head again.

"Mmmm, you like this big dick, huh, birthday girl?"

Amber's eyes met Stacy's, and she nodded, still sucking like a vacuum.

"Share." Stacy whispered. Without hesitation Amber popped her lips off and took Jack's shaft in hand, her wedding ring glittering and moved the cock to her friend's lips, letting her swallow the slick wet head.

Jack groaned. "Fuck yes…"

"LIke that Daddy?" Amber asked, still holding the root of his shaft, letting Stacy suckle the head. "Like us ladies giving this cock the attention it deserves?" Bill couldn't see the look on Amber's face, only her hair over her shoulder and the view of her ass and pussy as she was pleasing another man.

"Yeah." Jack panted. "Fucking tell me how much you love it, slut. How much more you love it than that pathetic little husband."

"Little Billy yanked his willy." Amber said in a singsong, mocking tone. "Fucking small dick compared to this. You're so big Jack. You fucking fill me in ways Bill never could or will."

"You love my cock, don't you?" Bill could hear the grin in his voice.

"Yes, Daddy." Amber whispered sensually. Leaning down, Bill heard her lips wetly kissing his shaft. "So fucking much. I love this cock."

"Oh fuck Amber, say it again." Jack moaned, and the camera moved to get closer.

Was she looking at the camera? Were her eyes closed as she was worshiping Jack's shaft. Stacy was busying herself, sucking sloppily over the whole of Jack's massive purple plum.

"I love it, Jack. I fucking love how you fuck me. How you make me cum. How you just take me, use me. I'm your fucking slut, Daddy. I want you to take me from my husband this weekend. Make me all yours."

Stacy popped off the cock and the girls moved close, cheek to cheek, looking at Jack, the backs of their heads to Bill. A soft wet slap sound emanated, no doubt his cock slapping against the girl's lips. "Fucking own us Jack." That was Stacy.

Bill watched, his ears on fire as he heard the dirty words coming from his wife. Up till now all the dirty talk had been for his benefit. Amber knew he would be listening and watching and so the words would enhance the taboo and sexual fun. But Amber didn't know Bill was here, listening in. These words were for her and Jack. Bill wasn't even a factor. It made his stomach twist and his cock strain in a paradox of arousal and jealousy.

Jack groaned. "Yes, girls… oh… looks like we have an audience."

Bill's breath caught, and he nearly choked when Amber and Stacy turned to look over their shoulders at him, peeking in through the cracked door. Their faces and lips were glistening with streaks of pre-cum and saliva. Their eyes were drunk on sex, and when Amber's gaze metBill's, it hardened.

Slipping off the bed, Amber walked over to the door, unconcerned that she was naked, breasts swaying and bouncing as she approached. Her hips rocked back and forth and her pussy was perfectly framed between her toned thighs. She came up to the door, standing just a foot away from Bill and looked him right in the eye. "Do you need something?" She said it harshly and with a tone of annoyance.

Bill stammered. "I… I got the… the groceries."

"Oh? Do you want a treat or something? Have you put them away?" She crossed her arms under her tits, putting them on display, almost taunting Bill to look.

"I… oh… uh… no I still…"

"Then go do it. And don't come into a room without knocking next time." Amber scolded, then put a hand on Bill's chest, gently but forcefully pushing him back into the hall. Before the door shut, Amber flashed a little smile and wink, then the door closed, the sound of the lock clicking echoing through the empty hall.

Bill stood, stunned. He'd just been… his wife had just… he was trying to process what he'd just seen and heard. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight, but it was still jarring every time he saw the girls giving Jack pornstar-like treatment. Bill wanted it so bad. He'd gotten a little taste, but after the anniversary, he'd been relegated to simpler encounters and watching Jack become the luckiest bastard in the world.

The noises behind the door got louder.

"Yes! Oh fucking God Jack, yes… " that was Amber yelling. And she wasn't holding back. Out here in the woods, there was no one to hear her scream except Bill, and he didn't matter to them.

—

Amber's heart leapt when she shut the door and locked it. It was equal parts thrilling and guilt inducing. The look on Bill's face had been priceless, but she so wanted to give him a reassuring kiss. But that would have to wait. Turning back to the bed, she saw Stacy swallowing Jack's hairy balls, suckling them like they were sugary jawbreakers and could suck them for hours.

Jack was sitting up now, back against the headboard, so he could better look down at what was being done to his cock. After a moment of watching Stacy with perverted arrogance, he looked up and met Amber's eyes. "Come get on this! I've been dying for that cunt all morning."

She rolled her eyes but happily skipped over to the bed and climbed back on, Stacy giving Amber's ass a quick slap as she mounted Jack's lap. Planting a foot on either side of Jack's wide lap, she reached down and grasped hold of his member. "Mmmm, is daddy hard for his little married slut?"

He had a shit-eating grin on as he reached his meaty hands out and took hold of Amber's hips. "How could I not be? A pussy like yours, you deserve to be stretched by your daddy."

Amber traced his head along her slit, moaning at the heat and the feel of it as it pushed her lips open, touching her sensitive tunnel. "Mmm fuck Jack. I hope you're ready for this weekend, because we are going to fucking drain you." She looked down at him with a look of lust she knew she'd never given her husband, and slowly let herself begin to sink down on Jack's cock.

Everyone moaned as his thick head stretched and slipped inside Amber with a soft, slick squelch. Her hands went to her tits, twisting the piercings and bouncing them in her palms in front of Jack as she squatted down more and more, taking each inch slow.

"God, that's fucking amazing!" Stacy giggled and gave Amber's ass another slap. "You're such a slut for that fat thing."

"So are you." Amber grinned at her friend before turning back to Jack. "Like it Daddy? Am I tight enough for my lover?"

Jack grunted, his cock jumping inside her pussy as she finally came down and her ass pressed to his wet balls. "Fuck, you were made for my cock!"

Without needing to be told, she started to rise up and then squat back down. Letting Jack's cock rub up against every ridge and wall inside her. She felt every vein, the mushroom head pulling and the whole of his dick stretching her wide. "Yes! I was fucking made for your cock, Jack. Fucking take what belongs to you!"

Her rotund neighbor didn't need any more encouragement. Gripping her hips, he started thrusting fast and hard up into her cunt with loud wet slaps of skin.

"Yes! Oh fucking God Jack, yes… " Amber let go of her tits and let them bounce freely, hands going back to steady herself against his thigh. "Yes! Fuck me Daddy! Oh GOD so fucking big!"

Stacy lay back next to them, leg tented open and rubbing herself watching Amber ride the hairy man that had somehow become lucky enough to claim Amber, stealing her from her good-looking husband. Poor Bill. She felt bad for him, but that only lasted for a second as she watched Jack's fat member splitting Amber open raw and slick.

"OH FUCK ME JACK PLEASE!" Amber screamed. Considering Jack's health, he was doing amazing, never letting up as she thrust his meaty hips up, impaling his neighbor over and over onto him completely, balls slapping her perfectly plump ass, making it ripple.

"Yes! Fuck! Take it slut! Take my fucking cock!" Jack growled, hands migrating from her hips to her ass squeezing hard enough to almost leave bruises. By the end of this weekend, he was determined that Amber would bear the marks of their fucking. Light bruises. Hickies. Maybe even a baby. That thought made him even harder. It was unlikely, of course. Amber was on birth control and thought Chester had put the idea in his head of seeing Amber and even Stacy's belly swelling with his seed, he couldn't make himself be so evil.

This arrangement was magical. It was unique. But it was fragile too. Bill may have embraced the role of cuckold, but he wasn't some push over wimp. Jack knew if he overstepped, pushed things too far, that this would all end. It might even end with Jack getting his ass kicked. On top of that… he actually respected Bill. He could tell he loved Amber and Jack was developing his own feelings for the young wife. If the man was willing to share his wife in such an intimate way, then he had to give the man credit.

However… if they asked… if they wanted to push the fantasy further… Jack wouldn't be opposed to lending his baby batter to the mix.

Gripping her ass tighter, he rammed Amber down hard and made her scream out.

"So fucking BIGGGGG!"

Sweating and grunting with the effort, feeling himself starting to lose steam, Jack put on a last burst of speed, wanting Amber to cum while he was looking up at her beforethey moved to other positions.

"Cum! Cum for me Amber! Cum on my cock. Let your pathetic husband hear how you're getting off on my dick!"

Amber obeyed. Hands in her hair and moaning loud as an orgasm rushed through her, making her pussy clench down on his cock, milking it hard like a wet velvet fist. He loved the feeling. Would never tire of it. This weekend was going to be heaven and hell, all wrapped into one. He had so many plans for the birthday girl. This was just the warmup.

"God yes, I'm cumming!" Amber was a wild flower blooming red and sweaty and swaying as Jack pounded with loud, lewd slaps.

Stacy groaned, laying back, fingers sliding in and out of her pussy in time with Jack's thrusts.

"Both of you! Cum. Cum for Daddy!" Jack groaned and then felt his own orgasm take hold. He had hoped to hold on, but Amber was too tight, burning hot and he couldn't resist giving the young wife his cum.

It shot out from his cock, like a burning firehose, coating every inch inside as Amber finally came down on him one last time, resting on his lap, shaking from her own orgasm and feeling Jack emptying his balls deep into her.

"Yes! Yes Daddy! I feel you cumming in me! Oh, fuck Jack, I love it! I love your cum!" She was panting, shaking, eyes fluttering before she looked down and put her hands on his hair broad chest, hands trailing down his pecks that were flabby and to his belly that was matted with slick hair, fingers tangling in the kinky hair and coating her palms in his sweat. "Fuck Jack yes so much… so big… oh fuck I love you… " She groaned and leaned down, pressing her tits against him and kissed his mouth hard.

For a moment Stacy watched the two, the statement Amber had just uttered in the middle of an orgasm not lost on her. She'd been suspecting that her friend was gaining feelings for her slovish neighbor. It was nearly impossible to have so much sex with someone and not develop some sort of feelings. But to hear the admission was surprising, especially since Bill wasn't present. This was much more intimate than Amber making the declaration while her husband watched. It meant that this talk was more than just something she did for Bill. She was doing it for herself.

Stacy rolled towards them, bringing her face next to Amber and Jack and joined the kiss. Tongues tangling together, lips rubbing and slipping and biting. Jack put his arms around them both, pulling them close and hard against him. The kiss broke and Amber and Stacy began kissing Jack's jaw, his neck, over his chest to his nipples, licking and nipping at them, making him groan in a new level of pleasure. They let their tongues trail down his chest and stomach, gathering up his sweat and matting his hair further as their lips met near his belly, kissing sloppily, letting spit and sweat drip into his belly button.

"Fuck girls, yes… " He groaned in complete ecstasy, wriggling under their hands and bodies and mouths.

Amber slipped off Jack's cock with a wet pop, his cum dripping out in thick streams onto his still semi hard member. "Mmmmm fuck so much cum," Amber cooed and reached down, scooping up some on her fingers and looking directly at Jack, licking his semen off them with a seductive gaze. Stacy moved between Amber's legs and quickly began to lick and suck up the dripping cum from her friend's pussy, swirling it and letting it drip from her lips and tongue and down her chin to her swaying tits.

"Mmmm, fucking get messy, girls. Show me you're nasty for me." Jack grinned smugly.

Amber leaned in again, kissing Jack deeply. "You want us to be nasty? Dirty sluts for our big-dicked-daddy?" She scraped her nails over his chest.

"Yeah. Fucking show me how dirty you girls can be for a real man."

Amber rolled over onto her back and beckoned Stacy over to continue eating the cum from her pussy, pulling her legs up higher so her ass was up off the bed and exposing her pink puckering hole. Whatever telepathic conversation the girls could have, happened in a single meeting of the eyes. Stacy licked and slurped and gathered up the thick white from between Amber's folds. She held it in her mouth and then took hold of Amber's cheeks and opened them wider, exposing her asshole. Opening her mouth, Stacy let the mixture of juices and spit and semen drip down from her lips directly into Amber's winking anus.

Amber groaned, holding her legs up and feeling the cool yet sticky warm mixture dripping into her asshole. "Oh fuck Stac… " she moaned, laying her head back in a strange new feeling of arousal.

Jack watched Stacy as she dripped the illicit seed and fluids into her friend's ass. Truly being dirty. And just for him. There was no way he was going to let Bill see the girls like this. Oh, he'd let him see Jack fuck them and use them, but he was going to reserve the truly dirty and erotic and submissive stuff just for him. Bill could have his fun, but Jack was going to have his too.

The last drops of the sticky goo left Stacy's lips, Amber's asshole bubbling full and glazed around the rim. She let her friend's cheeks go and her ass clapped closed.

Amber let her legs go and lay back, panting. Stacy crawled up next to her and rested her head on Amber's shoulder while Jack lay on his side, watching the girls bask in the glow of the aftermath of their orgasms. There was no way they were done, but they could use a break. It was going to be a long weekend.

Rolling off the bed, making the mattress groan and bedframe creek, Jack got up and walked over to the master bath to take a leak, but was struck with an idea. Turning back to the girls as they were curled up on the bed, he grinned. "Amber… why don't you go downstairs and get us some drinks?" He grinned almost sinisterly.

Amber pushed herself up on her elbows and looked at Jack curiously as he told her what he wanted her to do, making her blush.

—

Bill could only take so much. He'd stood there for a few minutes listening to his wife getting fucked. The moans and the screams and the grunts. The foul words that drifted through the thick wood door. With a raging erection and anger bubbling in his stomach, but also mixing with her perverted arousal, Bill turned and went back to the kitchen to put the groceries away.

The task did a good job of helping to get his mind off of what was going on behind closed doors. He knew that this would be the case. None of this was a surprise. Amber had been crystal clear. Bill was going to be a cuck this weekend, well… he was a cuck period. Though their dynamic seemed a bit different from a lot of the typical depictions of that sort of lifestyle. He wasn't barred from having sex with Amber, but… sometimes he was. Like this weekend. This was erotic torture. It was a game. And they were just getting started. Bill couldn't let himself crack now.

If Bill couldn't handle even just seeing and hearing a little wild sex, then what might happen when things got much more intense. Because they clearly would.

A soft creak from the stairs pulled Bill from his thoughts as he put the last of the ice cream in the freezer. Shutting the door he turned and saw Amber standing at the foot of the stairs. If his erection had been bothering him before it was worse now.

Amber was nearly naked, the only thing on a very thin pair of white string thong panties that were so sheer he could see every contour of her pussy… and the very sticky big wet spot seeping into the material. His wife stood confident and straight-backed, walking into the kitchen, her tits bouncing, the nipple piercings glittering in the overhead lights. Her steps brought her right up to Bill, and her eyes were hard and dismissive. "Could you move, please? I need to get some drinks."

"Uh… uh okay." Bill stammered and stepped back, eyes still on her beautiful tits, her skin shining with a thin layer of sexual sweat, hair pulled back in a messy blonde ponytail.

"Stop looking at my tits, Bill. You haven't earned that right." Amber said sternly, turning to the fridge and pulling the door open, looking quickly for where Bill had put the beer and then with exaggerative flair, bent down at the waist, ass sticking out, cheeks opening to reveal the thin string between her cheeks and a shining circular base of a butt plug that had a large letter J stamped into the steel. Around the little handle that was sticking out, there was a slick, thick smear of what Bill thought might be lube, but… it looked more like a mixture of cum and spit…

It was clear Amber was showing this to Bill on purpose. She'd been sent to tease him, and not just that… the fact that the butt plug was branded… well, that was as close to actually branding Amber as you could get without actually doing something bodily altering. It didn't look like one of the bigger ones she'd used to help train her asshole, but it was big enough and her ass was gripping it tightly as she wiggled her hips, grabbing three beers and then standing back up and slamming the fridge door.

Without a word, she turned away from Bill and started back to the stairs, ass swaying and tits jiggling as if it were no big deal that she was so exposed. It was a far cry from the person Amber had been all those months ago before Jack had come into their lives.

Bill stared at his wife's ass, thinking how that plug was there… that she was basically branded for Jack.

Amber stopped at the foot of the stairs and turned back to Bill, that stern look still there. It was driving Bill insane. Seeing the indifference. It made him rock hard. His blood boiled. It always pissed him off. His wife shouldn't be treating him like this. The very idea that he was allowing this… and liking it… it was really screwing with him. Would he ever get used to it?

"Bill." Amber said flatly. "You need to keep your eyes up here." She pointed to her eyes. "This body is for Jack. He's in charge. We aren't here for you. Except when Jack says it's okay for you to watch or listen. Okay? If the door is closed… you need to mind your own business." It was all said so matter-of-factly. Sternly. Amber expected Bill to follow the rules. And Bill… as infuriating as it was, was on the verge of cumming, listing to her lay down the law.

He nodded, unable to find his voice for a moment. "And… if the door is open?" He finally ventured.

Amber grinned and gave Bill a sultry wink. "Then maybe you'll get a chance to see how good Jack is in bed. Much better than you, that's for sure." She gave a little chuckle, tossed her hair over her shoulder, and started up the stairs. "Don't look at my ass, Bill! It's not yours this weekend." She called back and then vanished upstairs.

With Amber gone again, Bill was at a loss as to what to do. It was only five in the afternoon. This day was far from over. And he still had two more to go after this. Was he just going to be left alone the whole time? Would he be confined to just standing in the hallway and getting a few drifting words and moans? Or would there be more?

What was he supposed to do? Just stay there in the kitchen and… do nothing? Putter around? Watch TV? That was boring. Was he really just going to take all of this and be left alone?

Well… that was the point. This week Bill didn't matter. It was all about Amber and what she wanted. And what she wanted was Jack to use her and take her and own her. And as a bonus, she brought along her friend. If Bill was lucky, he'd get to watch, listen, who knows… they'd agreed he wasn't going to get any action, but maybe… sometimes in the heat of the moment things could go a completely different direction. He could hope.

Until then, he refused to just sit downstairs and do nothing. With deep breaths and sweaty palms, Bill talked himself up quietly and marched upstairs.

—

The door was slightly open. Was it a trick? Bill stood at the end of the hall, staring. Amber had just told him if the door was closed, he had to go away. But now it was open. Was she inviting him to watch? Listen? Or was it some sort of test?

His heart was pounding as he listened. There wasn't anything that indicated they were having sex again. He took a step forward, then another. Listening intently. Nothing.

Bill slapped his cheeks, trying to break himself out of the trance he was in and just go look. The door was open. It was an invitation. He stopped his halting steps and started walking confidently to the door and, with only a short pause, stuck his head in and looked.

Stacy was sitting on the bed, one foot up on the edge, slowly painting her toenails. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and she was dressed in tight blue spandex shorts and a matching sports bra that was practically bursting. She looked up from her task, raising an eyebrow when she saw Bill staring back at her. "What?" The slight twitch of her lips gave away that she was hiding a smile. They must have known Bill couldn't help but be curious.

He cleared his throat. "Um… wh… where's Amber? And Jack?" Bill's eyes darted around the room but there was nowhere for them to hide.

With a twitch of her head, Stacy motioned to the bathroom. The door was closed and only the softest of sounds was escaping. Water. The shower. Was that a gasp? Bill couldn't tell from where he was.

"Door's closed." Stacy said with a grin as she was slowly brushing her big toe with sparkling blue polish. "Poor Billy and his sad little willy. Came to watch his wife get fucked but now has to leave without any luck."

Bill grit his teeth and felt his erection press hard against his pants.

Stacy looked up at him again. "Something you need? Hm? Because you haven't been invited to see anything right now." She rested her chin on her knee, looking at Bill with a playful, pitying pout. "Bill. Bill. Bill. This weekend is going to be so hard for you isn't it. Knowing Amber's getting the dick she deserves. Pussy too." There was a wicked gleam in her eye. "But you need to accept your place. Jack's bigger. Better. And you just can't compare. But don't worry. She loves you. Girl's head over heels in fact." Her laugh was genuine and sweet. "And I can absolutely understand why. I hope I have a guy that looks at her the way you do. The way you are looking right now. That mixture of arousal and fierce desire."

Placing the brush back into the polish bottle, Stacy got up. Bill noticed the spandex shorts were far too small. They were so tight they were basically painted on and it was obvious Stacy wasn't wearing panties under them. Her cameltoe was deep and defined. "Don't worry, Billy. You and your willy will get a chance to see some fun. Why don't you go and get dinner started? If you're good and we all enjoy it, then for dessert, I think I can talk Jack into showing you what your wife is enjoying." She walked over, deliberately swaying her hips and letting her tits bounce in her sports bra.

She took hold of the door and leaned against it, looking at Bill with that sweet yet pitying look. "Shoo. Shoo Billy. Go get dinner started. This door is closed." She gave him a wink and then shut the door softly in his face.

Bill groaned. "Fuck." He muttered, feeling his cock aching and pre-cum staining his boxers. Why was this such a turn on? He hated it and loved it. After a few seconds, straining to hear what might be happening in the room, he sighed in acceptance and went back downstairs to get dinner started.

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The showerhead rained down on Amber and Jack. Amber had her back to the smooth tiled wall, one leg up, held in Jack's beefy hand, the other on the floor keeping her stead as her lover thrust his cock deep into her pussy. His motions were slow and steady and firm. His stomach smacked against her smooth, flat belly. Wet slaps filled the echoing chamber as he sank every inch into Amber, over and over. His balls slapped the underside of her ass.

"Yes… " Amber gasped. "Yes Jack… yes Daddy. Oh fuck you're so big!"

Jack had his other hand on Amber's chest, pressing her firmly to the wall as he thrust himself into her as deeply as he could. "Oh fuck you're tight. Always so fucking tight. That loser husband can't stretch you at all can he."

Amber moaned louder as her ass slapped against the wall with the continuing rhythm from Jack's cock and hips. "No… fuck no he can't. There's no way he can please me like this. Never. Only you Daddy." She was in ecstasy, eyes fluttering and tits bouncing as Jack continued his strokes.

"Such a naughty wife. Such a slut." He gave her cheek a slap. "You still think I'm an ugly bastard?" His grin was mocking and full of evil lust.

"Yes… " she panted, eyes meeting his, drunk on the feel of him stretching and touching places only he could reach. "You're such a fucking asshole, Jack. Mean to my husband. Degrading me…"

"And you fucking love it." He rammed his cock balls deep, his pubic hair rubbing her clit. Amber went onto her toes as his grip on her raised leg tightened.

"YES!" she groaned loudly. "Fuck yes Daddy! I love it. I love you owning me. God fuck, you're such a fucking bastard! I want you in me all the time!"

Jack chuckled, slapping her tits and gently pulling at the piercings through her nipples. "Then you should move in with me. Be my little slut full time. Don't worry, I know you love your husband. You'll get to visit him. I'm not selfish. I'm very generous." Hips began slapping at her faster, harder.

"Oh fuck Jack, you're so bad!" Amber's hair was matted, and the water was dripping all over them down in streams and rivulets. Warm and burning and slick. "Fuck yes, please fuck me like that Daddy. There. Deeper."

He gripped her hips and started ramming in hard steady thrusts, making Amber jump up on her toes over and over as the juicy slaps mixed with the splashing water.

"I own you Amber. You're mine."

"Yes! Yes Daddy! Yes!" She was gasping, an orgasm coming on fast.

"Look at me!" He held her chin and made her face him as he started to slow his pace, moving in and out with sensual steadiness. "Tell me you belong to me."

Amber nodded. "Yes Jack. Bill's my husband, but you're my lover. I belong to you. Ruin my pussy. Ruin my ass. All of me. Own it all. Take what belongs to Bill. You deserve it more." She groaned and leaned in, kissing Jack deep and hard, tongue lashing out into his mouth. Though this was usually just dirty talk for Bill's benefit, Amber found herself meaning it. At least to a degree. Her love for Bill was fierce. It was a brilliant sun inside her chest. That wasn't going to change. But something new was blooming inside too. Something for Jack.

Jack grabbed hold of her other leg and lifted her, pressing her back and ass to the wall for stability as her feet left the floor and she was suspended against the wall. His cock started sinking deep and firm, but with a slower rhythm.

"I don't make love Amber. I fuck. I'm going to fuck you whenever I want. However, I want." He moaned it into her mouth, kissing and biting her lips.

"Yes Jack. Yes. I want it." She was whimpering, arms around his neck, nails scratching his back.

"I fucking love you." Jack said. It slipped out. He'd meant to say something else dirty, demeaning to Bill, putting Amber in her place. But the words were out, and he didn't want to take them back.

Amber's kiss turned from passionate and deep to slow and gentle. "I love you too." She hissed as she sucked his fat bottom lip. "I love you." She said it again as Jack held her ass and continued his deep succulent thrusts into her tight little cunt.

For a few minutes, they were silent except for their soft groans and gasps as they fucked. Skin slapping the tiles. Skin against skin. Amber's pussy stretching and dripping shower water and juices. They kissed. Slow and deep. Making out as they were joined together.

"I'm gonna cum," Amber finally gasped. Lips parting, she leaned back, moaning deeply.

"That's it, baby girl. Cum for me. Cum for your Daddy's cock. Just like that." He felt her pussy clenching down on his cock as he tried to push deeper. To get deep, deep inside her to places that her husband would never ever be able to reach.

Her arms wrapped around him and face pressed against Jack's flabby chest, whimpering as her orgasm overtook her. "Yes. Yesyesyes! God Jack I fucking love you!"

Jack moaned as his own orgasm rushed through him and he began to shoot his thick load into Amber. "Fuck! Fucking yes Amber. Yes, take my cum into your married cunt. Oh fuck! I love you too… so fucking much, oh god!"

"Fill me Daddy." She gasped against his chest, licking his hairy nipple. "Fill my married pussy. Take me from Bill. Own me! OWN ME! Take me from Bill! Show him who owns this little pussy!" She screamed.

They were reaching new heights together. Jack pumping Amber full of thick, warm cum relentlessly. Amber talking with lewd abandon even though her husband wasn't there to hear it.

The sound of the shower hid nearly all of it. Stacy remained out in the room, finishing her nails and waiting for the fun to continue.

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ

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  Chapter:18 - Amber's Birthday Weekend Pt. 2
   Teaser:Bill and Amber's journey takes a new turn
 Category:Loving Wives
      URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/nc-au-ambers-birthday-weekend-pt-02
Published:2025-07-27
{[italic]}Friday Evening{[/italic]}

Amber sat at the bathroom vanity, a towel wrapped around her as she brushed her hair, watching herself in the mirror. The words she'd cried in the shower were echoing in her head.

Jack, I fucking love you!

She shivered again at the words. How she'd screamed them in pleasure and overwhelming desire… and how they were true. Her cheeks turned pink and she paused her brushing. She loved Jack.

Not like she loved Bill of course. Not even close. But… there was something there.

Amber put the hairbrush down and looked over her shoulder to the bed where Jack lay, snoring loudly. He looked like a hairy walrus, napping on the shore. Bellowing deep breaths and wheezing nasally wines. Since starting this cuckolding sort of relationship officially, she'd been hounding Jack about eating healthier. Every time she was over at his place she'd make him something low in calories and that would help with his cholesterol. If they ordered out, she made sure it wasn't just greasy foods or fatty things. In some ways… she'd actually become his wife.

Her eyes widened for a moment and Amber bit her lip. "Oh fuck do I have two husbands?" She muttered just as Stacy came back into the bedroom. She'd got to the bathroom down the hall to give Amber and Jack some privacy while she'd started to get ready for dinner. She'd curled her hair, now tied at the end in a dark black bow and settled over her shoulder. Her makeup was on point, eyes shadowed with silver, dark lines. Lashes thick and dark. Her lips were coated in a pale white-silver lipstick that made her eyes and complexion pop. Like Amber she was only in a towel, now wanting to get the dress she had prepared to get messy from her makeup and hair care.

"Two husbands?" Stacy's immaculate eyebrow rose and she looked playfully shocked. "Did you and Jack run off to the courthouse or something?"

Amber's cheeks burned. "NO!" She glared. "I'd never… geeze… besides that's illegal and… " She was fuming and embarrassed at getting caught voicing her random thoughts out loud.

Stacy was laughing wildly as she walked over to the closet where they'd hung up their dresses to air out the wrinkles. "Chill out girl."

"That's not what I was talking about." Amber muttered and turned back to the mirror, sorting through her make up to begin getting ready.

"So what exactly were you talking about? I mean, someone doesn't just talk about having two husbands out of the blue. Does it have something to do with that little declaration you had in the shower?" Stacy had moved from the closet to her suitcase and was riffling through her clothes to find the lingerie she was going to wear.

Amber's teeth clenched and she violently twisted her lipstick, the polar opposite of Stacy's, a glossy black. "So… you heard…"

"Every bug and bird and beast heard dear." Stacy grinned, pulling out a bundle of lace and straps. "Your declaration of love for our rotund lover isn't all that surprising, considering how much he's been inside you and how much cum he's filled you with. It's pretty normal Amber, to develop feelings." Stacy put her lingerie aside and came over to Amber, looking at her in the mirror as she put her hands on her shoulders. "And… for all of Jack's faults and rough edges… she's not a bad guy."

Stacy wasn't wrong. The relationship that Bill and Amber had started with Jack had been rough to say the least. Ups and down as they tried to figure out this dynamic. It was hard to please each other as a married couple sometimes. Throw in a third person and things got far more complicated. Amber picked up her hair curler and started to twist her hair, rolling it up and holding it as she looked back at her friend.

"I love Bill." She said firmly.

Her friend smiled. "Honey. There's no question about that. And I don't think for a second Jack feels like you're abandoning your husband for him. Jack's a realist, if a bit of an arrogant pig." Stacy chuckled. "He knows he's not stealing away the hot wife from the hot husband."

Amber rolled her eyes as she continued doing her hair.

"But… seriously… it's okay if you've developed a kind of love for Jack. You've been through a lot together in the last year. And despite what some people believe… you can love more than one person at a time." Stacy gently squeezed Amber's shoulders and her cheeks flushed.

Love was so complicated. It was probably why there were countless stories, poems, songs, paintings, movies, television shows and every other sort of medium dedicated to trying to define it. To unravel its mysteries. And still, after thousands of years… it was still an emotion and condition that was undefined and unresolved. Amber closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths as she held the curler, feeling the heat and smell of her hair.

She tried to picture her emotions in a vacuum. No external definitions or pressure. No culture. No societal norms or restrictions.

Did she love Jack?

A warmth flooded through her.

She loved Bill. She could still picture him on their wedding day. The first time he'd asked her on a date. That first time they made love. When they'd had a fight that ended in tears and then make up sex so pure and wonderful. Everything about him was what she wanted. A man to grow old with.

And then Jack loomed into her mind. A large presence. A swinging massive cock that was offering her pleasures that Bill just couldn't give her. Not that love making with Bill was bad even in the slightest. But Jack offered something primal. Strangely, Amber had a flash of another man beside Jack. Equally as hairy, grossly overweight, a cock even bigger than her neighbor's swinging between his thick thighs and under his heavy belly.

The motions of putting on makeup were mechanical. Amber moved as her imagination washed over her. The vacuum she'd created feeding her ideas…

She was in that darkness, towering pillars with fires atop them like some ancient temple surrounding her. Kneeling in the center, shadows shifting and moving as if they were alive, she was naked. Bill knelt before her and they were holding hands, fingers entwined. Her husband's cock was erect between his legs, throbbing and swollen. Amber's skin was alight with sweat and heat. She took her husband's penis in her hand and began to stroke it. The feeling of its stiffness, its soft skin taut and stretching, straining as blood pumped continuously. It matched his heartbeat.

Behind her, two large shadows lumbered forward from the dark. Ogres. Monsters. Giants. Burly and hairy and large. Without even looking, Amber knew it was Jack… and the other was that man, Chester. The one she'd met in the club. A vile man. Cocky and arrogant and eyes like a scheming snake. She wasn't sure why she was thinking of him. She'd only met him the once, months ago. But he'd left an impression on her. For better or worse he'd somehow wormed her way into her brain in that one brief encounter.

Monstrous cocks swung like pendulums between the men's fat, furry thighs.

Bill groaned as she stroked him with both hands. Faster. Firmer. She wanted him to cum.

This was her temple. The temple of her desire. Bill was at the center. Would always be at the center. He was her world. The nexus point of her love and want and arousal. The two lordly men who were stepping into her temple were mere visitors. Coming to seek her delights. And she would give them. But first… her husband took priority.

Like smoke, shifting and sighing and soundlessly swirling Amber became ethereal and went from kneeling and stroking to straddling Bill and riding his cock slowly. His heat entered her core slowly and intensely. She arched back, bare breasts dripping with slick sweat and desire. Her movements were steady, taking him into her in a way that no one else could. Hands in his hair, gripping and writhing, she felt him kissing her neck, her chest, his lips burning and branding her skin. Their tantric movements were languid and sensual and within moments it ended in their peaks, their orgasms rocking them sensing thrills through Amber's body and making Bill shudder as his seed unloaded inside her.

It was something transcendental. He was becoming a part of her. She was joined with him.

Smoke from the fires swirled and drifted up into the dark empty sky of her imagined world. A world of no judgment or expectations. Where she could completely love her husband…

And…

Bill still knelt in the center of her sacred temple. Her heart. Her soul.

But Amber was now between the two towering figures. Her small body and frame was dwarfed by the size of their arms, their bellies, thighs… cocks. The one that was Jack caressed her cheek, tilted her chin up and grinned possessively down at her. The other, Chester, took hold of her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees.

Their cocks stood erect and primal, veiny and pulsing purple and red with their arousal. Heavy balls, thick with hair, swung beneath the shafts.

In this place, she was the one to be worshiped. But these two brutes turned the tables. She was on her knees and her hands went to their members, stroking them from root to tip. Hands full, barely able to wrap around their thickness.

Worship.

The word loomed in the dark and she wasn't sure if it was her thought or a command from the two who surrounded her.

She'd experienced pleasure from these men in different ways. Jack had been her first blow job. The first man since Bill. Huge. A marathon of sex for hours and hours. Orgasms she never knew were possible. The emergence of desires for herself and her husband.

Chester… he was different. He was wrong. Something about him whispered evil. The tempting devil in the garden of delight. That shit eating grin as he looked at her as something to be conquered, owned, taken, stolen. This man wanted to rip her away from Bill, or if not fully take her away, sully her in mind body and soul to the point he would never be forgotten and Bill would never be enough.

Amber hated him. Reviled him. And still… she took his cock into her mouth and swallowed it. Stroking Jack and sucking Chester. A victorious laugh from the man as she offered up her throat to him. Jack delighting in her strokes, waiting patiently for whatever she would give him.

And all the while, Bill sat at the center and watched…

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The salad was ready. Bill put it in the fridge and took out the steaks that he'd had marinating. Even raw the smell was mouth watering. He brought them over to the stove where he had a skillet heating. It was a large one that would fit two steaks at a time. Grabbing the tongs, he picked one up and then the other, placing them onto the skillet, the sizzling and crackling pops sending shivers down his spine.

He sighed watching the grease and blood start to leach out as the meat cooked. For a second… Bill felt like that was exactly what his life was like. Cooked. All the life being leached out.

God how had they gotten here? Bill chuckled and stepped back, leaning against the counter thinking. It wasn't that he wasn't happy. Hell… he had a raging hard on all afternoon and evening, even as he was working on dinner. The way Amber had treated him had been… new… scary… thrilling. These things were still new. This dynamic was still fresh. Sure he and Amber had agreed to terms… mostly.

She knew he liked being denied. Made to watch. Hearing about things second hand after she'd had a new experience or adventure. Watching videos and being shown photos. The roll of cuckold. It was spicy and strange and a paradox. He hated it and loved it. The torment Amber put him through should have been rage inducing, but instead it was so arousing he could barely contain himself.

Already he'd witnessed… and been denied, so much. And it was only the first day! What would happen tomorrow? Sunday? How far would this go? How much could he endure?

But really… the part that he didn't like… that was itching at him and that made him think his life was seeping out like the blood from the steak, was the lack of affection. Amber was so cold. Treating him like a true cuckold. That had been a little unexpected. And now he had to suffer though this weekend without his wife next to him. Would he even get a private word with her? Any time with her at all?

He knew he could always say the safe word and they would pause. But he didn't want to come across as insecure.

"Tough it out Bill." He muttered, stepping back to the skillet and flipping the steaks so they would cook evenly. "You can do it."

Amber loved him. He knew that. Even when she was looking at him with that cold gaze, he'd seen the spark of want he was so familiar with. He could do this.

There was still another twenty minutes before dinner. Jack had been nice enough (note the sarcasm) to send Bill a list of what to cook and when to have things ready.

And be seated at the table when it's time for dinner. You're to stay seated and do nothing but eat and watch. Consider it a gift.

Jack had typed.

That was still rankling at Bill. Jack was such an asshole. And yet… the man had a decent side. Rough and uncouth on the surface… and beneath it too, but he wasn't some sadistic sadist. Was that redundant? Bill shook off his wandering thoughts. Jack was a jerk. But he was a jerk that Bill thought he could trust.

Trust with his wife. To fuck her. Use her.

A shiver ran through Bill imagining what Jack was doing with her. With Stacy. With them both. That man was living a fantasy and Bill was just… cooking dinner. Fuck… he really was a cuck.

His erection pressed against his pants harder as he continued preparing their meal.

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Amber had put her fantasy on pause. This new sort of world she'd created in her head was something she wanted to explore further but real life was calling. Jack was finally waking up from his nap. No one could blame him for needing to rest after what Amber and Stacy had put him through. Or maybe after what he'd put them through. It was hard to tell.

The lump of a man rolled onto his back with a groan and a loud high pitched yipping yawn. "Fuck." he grunted, scratching at his chest. His eyes fluttered open and looked up at where Amber was sitting at the vanity now dressed for dinner as they'd planned.

It was a long sleek shiny black dress that clung to every single curve like it was paint rather than silk. It had a plunging neckline that went to just between her lovely breasts and the silk clung to her pierced nipples. It went down to her ankles, allowing the reveal of her three inch stilettos. She turned to look at him and smiled warmly. "Hey there sleepy head."

Jack yawned again and reached down, scratching at his crotch. He was naked, itching at his kinky pubes and making his thick cock flop. "How long was I out?"

"About an hour or so." She said, standing up and slipping in a pair of dark black earrings that looked like flowering lilies. "Feeling okay? You were kinda snorting in your sleep. I think we might need to check you for sleep apnea." Amber seemed genuinely concerned as she came to sit on the edge of the bed next to him and put a hand to his hairy chest as if feeling his heart.

The man chuckled. "You're probably right." He shuffled into a sitting position. "Where's Stacy?"

Amber motioned to the bathroom. "Finishing touches." She said as if that answered everything.

Jack nodded and yawned again. "Right. Guess I need to get ready." He sat for a second, taking a few deep breaths and letting his mind clear of the strange dream he'd been having. It was already fading. But there was something about… pillars… fire… Amber was there… He shook his head. The details were gone.

The touch of Amber's hand made Jack pause as he was starting to slip out of bed. "Jack… hang on a second."

The seriousness in Amber's voice surprised him. "Okay." He said tentatively. "What's up?"

Amber sighed. "We need to talk about what we said in the shower." Her cheeks blushed.

Jack's cheeks tinted too. Not something that happened often, if ever. He couldn't remember the last time he'd ever been embarrassed. But realizing that he'd blurted out that he loved Amber was… well, equal parts terrifying and humiliating. How could he be in love with his neighbor's wife? The woman he was fucking. Not because they were 'attracted' to each other in the conventional sense, but because she was sexy and sensual and he had a good cock and great stamina. They were fuck buddie at least. He was her Bull at best. But… partner? Lover? Boyfriend? What could he possibly be if this feeling was real? She was married! And sure he was a bit of a jerk, but he had come to respect Bill and Amber's marriage. He didn't want to ruin that.

She scooted a little closer. "Jack… I meant what I said." Her voice was soft.

"I… " He halted. Did he mean it? Was it just something he'd said in the heat of the moment when he was emptying his balls into her? What even was love? Honestly he didn't know if he'd ever been in love with a woman. With anyone. But… when he looked at Amber… her lips glistened black. Eyes popping from the shiny pink eyeshadow and eyeliner. The dress was tight and flattering. But he knew there was more to Amber than just her body. She was good at her job, excellent in fact.

This was a woman who really did have it all.

"I um… meant… it too." He said, though he honestly wasn't sure if he did.

Amber seemed to catch on to the possible lie. Or half truth. But it didn't seem to bother her. "Bill's my husband, Jack. I love him more than anyone in the world. Period." The look in her eyes was fierce. "But… I'm not going to lie to myself or him… this thing between us. It started as just sex and adventure, and it was for Bill. To entertain his fantasy. And my fantasy too. You're just the lucky man that was there when it all got started." She put a hand on his arm. "I want you to understand… I may… have these feelings for you, but that's not going to mean I'm abandoning Bill. Or that I'm somehow going to run off with you or…"

Jack put his hand over Amber's "No, Amber. I don't expect that or even want that. I… I'm not fully sure exactly what my feelings mean. But you're right. I'm not going to lie and I don't want you to either.

They sat for a minute. Letting these things seep and sink into them. Unsure exactly what to do or where to go from here.

After a long silence, Amber shifted closer and leaned up, kissing Jack on the lips slow and deep. Her hand moved to Jack's crotch, gently gasping hold of his thick member, making it stir to life.

"I've… got to get ready." Jack chuckled, making his heavy stomach rumble and shake.

Amber smiled and giggled. "I know. I still have a little more to do." She caressed up and down his length for another moment. "Guess I'll get to continue this a little later."

Jack nodded. "Yep. I have some very big plans for dinner. And I think we've kept old Billy boy in the dark long enough today. We need to give him a good show."

A light brightened in Amber's eyes. The idea of getting to put on a show, finally, for her husband was exciting. She'd enjoyed playing this cold game with him but it wasn't as satisfying as when she was fucked and used and got to talk dirty in front of him. Playing with him and teasing him. A shiver went through her as she relished in the possibilities.

"Alright." Amber slipped off the bed and she went back to the vanity to put the finishing touches on her makeup and outfit. "Let's get ready. It smells like things are almost done."

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The table was set. It was made of heavy dark oak, chairs placed on each side and Bill sitting on the far end, away from the stairs leading to the bedroom. The moment he'd sat down he knew it was so that he could witness the entrance of his wife, Stacy, and Jack. He'd dressed for the occasion like he'd been told, a nice dark suit. No tie. It was something he'd worn often to nice dinners out with Amber or to business meetings.

Bill waited patiently. The foot set out, steaks, salad, fresh bread, and mashed potatoes. A hearty meal. No doubt to help give everyone some energy and stamina…

The thought made Bill's stomach twist with anticipation. Jack had texted him five minutes ago, but that felt like five years to be waiting. He looked over the setting again, obsessing over placement and position of everything. It wasn't that Jack's email had detailed to the letter exactly how things should look, it was more of a general outline. But Bill wanted it to be nice. To be perfect. He wanted this whole weekend to be perfect.

A soft click click click brought Bill's attention to the stairs. The sound of heels. Amber appeared first. Her sleek black dress clinging tightly to her hips and chest. She was like a willow swaying in a breeze as she elegantly came down the steps. Hair wavy with curls. Eyes sultry, smoky, with glittery pink eyeshadow giving them an extra pop. Her lips were heavy black and glossy. She gave Bill a predatory smile. Hungry, and not for the meat laid out for their meal.

She subtly licked her lips, parting them just enough and looking straight into Bill's eyes for him to get an instant erection, which forced him to shift his position.

Behind her Stacy stepped down from the last step. Her dress was a brilliant shiny silver, much the same cut as Amber's dress but with a ruffling around the neckline, her bust much heavier than Bill's wife. Her hair was also curled and wavy, shining with what looked like specs of glitter. Her eyes were accented with silver and lips painted a glossy white. She gave Bill a playful wink and smile as she followed Amber, their heels making that hypnotic clicking as they went to the table, pulling out the chairs on either side and sitting down with the same elegance as two refined ladies.

Finally, Jack lumbered down the stairs. He was a nice suit, though it was a little ill fitting. His belly pushed out and over the waist of the pants and pushed against the white button down. The jacket was straining around his girth just a bit and his tie was just a little shorter than would have been aesthetically pleasing. It wasn't that it looked bad, not at all, Jack actually looked nice with his thinning hair slicked back. But it was clear the suit was older, from days when Jack was a little thinner. He clearly didn't dress up that often.

The man came in with a pleasant grin, approached the head of the table and sat down heavily in the chair. "This looks great Bill. Amazing job!" His words were sincere and he gave Bill a curt nod of appreciation. "Girls? What do you think?"

Amber smiled brightly and looked at Bill. "It's really terrific honey."

"Good looking and a cook. Gotta say you hit the jackpot, Amber." Stacy chuckled and gave Bill an appraising look.

Bill hadn't been with Stacy since his anniversary, but the memory of their coupling was still lively and fresh in his mind. He'd have loved to fuck Stacy again, but so far Amber had been selfish and teasing, telling him that what happend was just because it was a special occasion. "We belong to Jack honey. He can handle two women pretty well. Do you really think you could?" It was playful when she said it. But it had the desired effect. Hurting Bill's pride. Twisting his heart. And making him want… want… want.

"Well let's dig in before this amazing meal gets cold." Jack said, clapping his hands and rubbing them together with delighted anticipation.

For the next hour they ate. Their conversation was quiet, soft, casual. Jack asked Bill about work and seemed genuinely interested in how things were going now that David had left. Bill still wasn't entirely sure what had happened with David, but he'd begun to suspect that Jack might have had something to do with the man's abrupt departure.

They talked about the hospital. How they were seeing an influx of new patients due to another hospital having cyber security issues, as well as a large management upheaval and some rumor about sexual misconduct among the staff. It was all horrid gossip that Amber didn't like participating in. She knew how fragile an ecosystem a hospital was. Like nature, if you suddenly introduced a species that was invasive in a world that wasn't built for it, it could run rampant like a virus and bring down the whole system.

"I heard after their cyber attack they hired on some new IT people. Seems like it was a bad hire." Amber shook her head as she demurely cut into her steak.

"Honestly I heard the place was being run like one of those casinos that mushy orange guy ran into the ground." Stacy snorted as she took a bite of her mashed potatoes, lips closing seductively over the creamy delight.

Bill tried to keep his calm, not wanting to be ogling the girls. But it was hard. They were dressed so beautifully it was practically criminal.

"Let's stop talking about it. Makes me sick to think of all those people who are supposed to be taking care of getting displaced because of big egos and politics." Amber sighed.

Jack nodded thoughtfully, cutting into his own steak. He was less genteel about the way he ate, compared to the girls. Not that he was a slob, but there wasn't any attempt at manners either. "Agreed. Let's steer this conversation elsewhere."

The dinner progressed calmly. Friendly. It really was just like a lovely evening out. The food was good. The company was good. Bill could smell the girl's perfume over the aroma of the food and it made him a bit dizzy. Finally they were all scraping their plates, every bite gone and sitting back with satisfied sighs.

"Terrific Bill. Top Chef!" Jack rumbled and held up his wine glass. "Toast…"

The girls raised their glasses too.

"To the cuck at the table."

Bill's cheeks heated and he grimaced. His eyes went to Amber who was looking at him with that seductive and predatory gaze. Her eyebrow rose as if to question, "Well honey? Are you going to toast or be a shy little husband?" It was all conveyed in her look, the quirk of her lips.

With a hard swallow, Bill raised his glass. "Thanks." He muttered.

They drank, emptying their glasses and setting them back on the table. Bill could feel the shift in the room. Things were going to change. This was no longer just a nice friendly dinner.

As if on cue, the girls pushed out their chairs and got up. Jack backed his chair up away from the table. Amber went to Jack and knelt down carefully, her dress tight and making it difficult to kneel. Stacy did the same on Jack's right.

With calm confidence and a wide grin, Jack settled back in his chair, gut pushing out against his shirt and pants, reaching down and starting to unbuckle his belt. Bill had been all but forgotten by the others. Unzipping, Jack's cock flopped out. No boxers. It was almost grotesque how large it was. Even now Bill was still surprised by it.

Amber and Stacy ran their hands up along Jack's legs, coming together and fishing out his heavy testicles, cupping them together in their cupped hands. The girls took hold of Jack's cock and began to stroke it together as if it was some sort of rehearsed performance. Maybe at this point it was, considering how many times Amber and Stacy had been with him. It still itched at Bill that Jack had several threesomes and he hadn't had even one.

The looks on the women's faces was of utter delight and desire as they stroked him together, fondling his balls. Jack leaned back, hands behind his head and sighed. "Fuck that feels good." He grumbled.

Both women leaned in with their thickly painted lips, white and black, and kissed firmly on either side of his thick cock head. After they'd finished their meal they had reapplied their lipstick to the point of excessiveness. Now Bill knew why. When they pulled back their mouths from Jack's cock, imprints of their lips were left behind. Thick perfectly stamped impressions of each woman's mouth glistened on his purple head.

"That's right girls. Give me some dessert." Jack chuckled and then glanced at Bill. "None for your though Billy boy. Need to watch your nice figure."

Bill clenched his fist.

"He's right honey." Amber said, looking over at him and bringing her darkly coated lips to Jack's tip. "I don't want you getting out of shape like this lard." Amber grinned wickedly and then began to slowly, sensually french kiss Jack's cock slit.

Stacy giggled, her breasts bouncing in her poured on dress. "Funny isn't it little Billy. That this fat, hairy, jerk gets to feel what every man dreams of… " She stroked his shaft slowly as Amber made out with the tip, making Jack grunt in pleasure. "… but poor you. The perfect husband. Strong. Fit. Provider. Cook. Just has to sit and watch as this ugly fuck gets the pleasure of two women who are way, way out of his league."

Jack groaned when Stacy dove back in, her white lips sucking against his veiny shaft. "Holy fuck this feels so good Bill. Your wife's mouth is probably my favorite… besides her pussy. That little slit is the tightest thing I've ever experienced." He grinned cockily at Bill, settled in his leisurely pose as the girls covered his cock in thick lipstick stained kisses.

Soft groans filled the air as the girls began to pant, tongues licking up along either side of the man's dick, meeting at the top and twisting with each other lewdly. Dripping spit onto his cockhead and then moving back down, rubbing their lips and smearing their lipstick all over his skin, mixing with their saliva.

Stacy moved down and began to suck and slurp at Jack's heavy hairy balls. Her lipstick rubbed off, smearing white all over his wrinkly sweaty skin.

"Get fucking sloppy girls. I love seeing you all dressed up and fancy… and being fucking dirty sluts."

Both girls pulled their mouths away just long enough to whisper, "yes, sir." with spine tingling obedience and moved back into worship.

Slurp. Sluuup. Schlup. Shhhhlick.

The sounds of Stacy's wet suckling mixed with Amber's groans as she lathering her tongue and lips all over the head and shaft of their neighbor's dick. Like on their anniversary, Amber swallowed the thick head of Jack's cock, letting his precum pour into her mouth and then pulled away, opening and letting the new mixture of her saliva and his precum drip and coat his head in the glistening concoction. She kissed around his mushroom rim, letting the thick mix drip and slid along his head and then ran her tongue up and around, gathering it back into her mouth.

Amber repeated that process over and over. Slowly slick wet licks and sloppy kisses making Jack moaned and grunt like an animal. Stacy swallowed one ball after another. Letting her lipstick smear all over him, sloppily making them drip with threads of spit and frothy suds of her saliva staining his slacks.

Bill watched, eyes wide. "Fuck." He whispered. "Holy fuck." The way the girls were worshiping was… it was like nothing he'd seen before. The anniversary had been intense, but it seemed like now their game had leveled up.

"Pull your dresses up. Wiggle your asses at the poor cuck over there. He's feeling left out." Jack laughed, an ugly grin on his face as he looked over at Bill.

"Mmmm but Sir, our bodies are for you. Not that poor boy over there that gave up the chance of this treatment to a fat fuck like you." Amber groaned, rubbing her lips all over his head painting it black with her lipstick.

"You're such a bitch." Jack laughed looking down at Amber. "Call me all the names you want. It's my dick that's gonna be fucking you later. And my cum in your cunt. Not his. Now, pull them up. Give him a show." Jack ordered.

Amber looked over at Bill and grinned as she continued lewdly smearing her lips all over Jack's wet tip. Her lipstick was rubbing off, painting Jack's dick and smudging around her mouth. "Mmmm do you wanna see my ass honey? Hm? Do you Bill? Do you think Jack's being nice? Letting you see what you don't deserve?"

"Now Amber." Jack chuckled. "Don't be so mean. He made us this great dinner. I think the least he deserves is to see a little jiggle of that ass."

Batting her eyes innocently up at Jack, Amber grinned and gave his cock a slow lick. "Okay, Sir." She purred and reaching back she pulled her dress up over her ass, spreading her thighs to give her husband the desired view. A tiny triangle of shiny black covered Amber's puffing mound, a thin silver chain so small it was almost hard to see trailed up between her cheeks to connect along her lower back and then wrap around her waist. Her asshole had a dark black diamond head plug in it with a branded letter J on the hilt.

Bill groaned seeing the panties. Something he didn't know she owned. It was clearly new. The plug made his stomach clench. The possessiveness of the branded letter on the hilt causing a wave of jealousy to wash through Bill.

Stacy pulled her own dress up. She wore a white shiny latex thong with a zipper down the center. She wiggled her soft bounce butt at Bill as she continued to swallow and lap and drool all over Jack's balls.

"Ah that's it." Jack muttered. "Amber, get down with your friend. Gargle these balls together."

There was no hesitation. Amber trailed dark kisses down Jack's wet shaft and came down next to Stacy who quickly allowed her friend to suck one of his balls while she took the other. They kept his balls in their mouth and pulled them apart making him grunt in a feeling of pain and pleasure. They popped them out with slick slaps. Groaning around him. Lapping like kittens. In no time his balls were dripping foamy spit.

"God Bill this is amazing. You've got to try it sometime." Jack groaned deeper, hands reaching down to hold the back of Amber and Stacy's head, guiding them below on his balls. "Fuck that's great girls. Oh god I could die this way."

"If you don't eat better you will." Stacy muttered around his balls.

Jack grunted at her. Amber chuckled around the testicle in her mouth.

Bill watched the lewd display. The degradation of his wife and her friend as they worshiped Jack's balls. Lapsing and slapping and slurping so loud it was more vulgar than he ever thought possible. He was torn between watching the girls wiggling asses and their faces and mouths as they serviced the brute. The complex feeling of jealousy burning in his veins made him grip his thighs.

The girls on their knees for Jack… it still blew Bill's mind. How he could be so lucky. And how Bill could envy this man. Be jealous of him. And yet… want to see it all. To see him pleased and fucking the woman he loved and her friend, the friend he definitely had a crush on.

They gasped and drooled. Jack let his stiff cock flop against their faces. Slapping their foreheads leaving smears of pre-cum and spit. "Are you sure this is what you want for your birthday Amber?" Jack smiled down at her. "You already deprived your husband on your anniversary. You let this ugly man fuck you first. Fill that lovely little cunt with all my cum. Take your ass. Are you sure you want your birthday to be the same?" Jack glanced up at Bill, smiling evilly.

Amber groaned deeply, licking with the full flat of her tongue all over his dripping balls. "Fuck yes." She breathed, eyes only for Jack. "I want this cock Sir. Bill's cock isn't enough. And I don't wanna make love. I want you to fuck me. Ruin me. I want this fat ugly perverted cock in every one of my holes all weekend Sir." Amber breathed on his shaft and balls.

"Fuck you're such a slut. And here your husband's been taking care of us since we got here. Groceries. Cooking. No doubt he's gonna do some cleaning too… like a good cuck."

Amber groaned, rubbing her lips and face all over Jack's messy cock. "Mmmm, say it again Sir."

"Cuck." Jack said it, enunciating it clearly and looking directly at Bill.

Stacy giggled, lapping her tongue up along the seam of Jack's testicles. "Little Billy is a cuck."

Bill dug his nails into his thighs, furious. But his erection was pressing hard against his slacks. Painful. Leaking precum and staining the suit pants through. He groaned, feeling the rush of adrenaline. Of pure jealousy and desire mixed in a toxic cocktail.

Amber moved so Jack's cock was still rubbing along her face and looked at her husband. "You like that, honey? Hm? You're a cuck." Her eyes moved to Bill's lap and she giggled. "Take it out cuck. Take out your little willy. I wanna see you get hard for how dirty your wife is."

Bill's breaths were coming through gritted teeth as he unzipped and pulled his boxers down so his cock could finally emerge. He panted at the relief of it being free.

"Look how little that thing is compared to our Sir's cock." Amber cooed, slapping Jack's thick member against her tongue. "How was I ever satisfied with that thing Stacy?"

Stacy slurped at Jack's balls and sat up, wiping her dripping chin. "I don't know honey. But now that we have a real man, handsome or not, we won't have to be left unsatisfied." She moved close and kissed Amber around Jack's dripping tip.

"You girls are so mean to little Billy. He's a decent guy." Jack grinned down at his submissive sluts.

"But not a man." Stacy wrapped a hand around Jack's cock. "Not thick and hard. Not musky and hairy like you."

Amber was unbuttoning Jack's shirt, pushing it open to reveal his hairy belly. She leaned in and licked slowly around his hairy belly button making Jack growl. "We need a man to stretch our poor little pussies Sir."

"Asses too." Stacy grinned and slapped Amber's exposed cheek.

Both women moved up, getting off their knees and rubbed their hands all over Jack's exposed chest. Stacy grabbed Jack's hairy man boob and squeezed. Amber kissed him, deep and sensual, twirling her tongue with his. While Stacy began to lick and nip at Jack's nipples, Amber licked Jack's lips, biting them and pulling at them whispering more and more filthy things.

"Mmmm Sir I need you." She groaned, wiggling her ass towards Bill who watched with hypnotic attention. "I need a real man to fuck me." Her hands raked down Jack's flabby chest. "Mmmm baby I need that fat cock inside me so fucking deep. My husband can't even compare to your magnificent penis." Amber wrapped her hand around Jack's dripping dick, her wedding ring glittering in the light of the dining area.

Bill groaned seeing the ring on her hand, the ring he'd given her so many years ago. On the finger that was now wrapping around another man's cock. Stroking up and down slow and sensual, clearly teasing not just Jack but her husband as well.

Jack put his hand into Amber's hair and gripped tight, pulling her back to expose her neck and make her arch. "Am I a real man Amber? Hm? Am I the man that's going to own this little married cunt?" His other hand went to Amber's ass and grabbed it, easily palming it and squeezing roughly in full view of Bill.

Stacy sucked and licked along Jack's hairy chest. Her eyes looked up at her friend and Jack, then stole a glance at Bill who was starting to stroke his cock. It made her mouth water seeing it. But for this weekend, her full attention was on Jack and Amber. She raked her nails along his fat stomach, swirling her tongue around his nipples.

"Mmmm yes Sir." Amber groaned and straddled her thighs along Jack's thigh. Pressing her barely covered pussy up and down along his pants, leaving a heavy wet stain of her juices. "Much more of a man than my dumbass husband. He should have never given me to you. Now I know what a real cock feels like. I'll never be satisfied with him again."

Jack grinned at her arrogantly and then looked over at Bill, the man watching with wide angry eyes stroking his cock. "Like the view, Bill? Hm? This is how to properly handle a woman like Amber. Stacy too. They have the deep need to be used. To be satisfied. That little thing in your hand can't do the job. But this can." Jack grabbed his cock and flopped and shook it. "A real cock."

Bill glared, his teeth grinding. Groaning and trying desperately to hold back the rushing arousal that was bubbling up in his stomach and groin.

With a loud slap, Jack gave Amber's ass cheek a hard firm spank. "All right slut. Enough teasing. I want that little fuckhole on this rod." Jack laughed and let go of her hair, grabbed both of her ass cheeks and lifted her, shifting so that she was straddling his lap. Stacy moved away, helping to pull at Jack's slacks, wriggling his fat ass out of them so he was sitting on the chair bare assed, his suit shirt and jacket open showing his slobber covered chest.

Reaching into his suit jacket, Jack pulled out a silvery condom package. Bill started, confused. They'd moved past the point of using condoms. Why was Jack putting one on? But Jack didn't open the package, instead he looked over at Bill with a big smirk and tossed the condom to him.

"Wh… what?" Bill let go of his cock and barely caught the condom, confusion plain on his face as Amber turned in Jack's lap to look at her husband and Stacy stood back up, tossing Jack's pants to the side.

"Put it on cuck. If you wanna jerk to us, then you need to wrap it up because I don't want you to have to clean your cum off the floor." Jack grinned wickedly.

It was a knife in Bill's heart. Stomach. He couldn't breathe. Everything was getting dizzy. This demand brought back Amber's trick, getting him to wear condoms while she was fucking Jack raw. Now they wanted him… he couldn't even just jerk off bare? Fuck… what level of hell was this?

Stacy walked around the table, hips swaying, dress still pulled up showing her leather thong, "Need some help wrapping your little willy, Billy?" She asked with a demeaning grin.

"St… stacy I… I don't know about this… " Bill stammered.

Stepping in front of him, blocking his view of Amber and Jack, Stacy gave him a softer, more sensitive look. "Put it on Bill." She whispered, plucking the condom from Bill's nervous fingers. "I'll help. As a thank you for the dinner." Ripping open the foil, Stacy skillfully pulled out the condom leaned forward so Bill could glimpse down her dress at her swaying tits, and began to slowly roll the latex over Bill's throbbing erection.

"Fuck. Holy shit I… please don't." He gasped but didn't fight it. Because deep down he didn't want to. It was too kinky. Too cruel. Mean. And fuck it was making him approached the edge. Evil Amber, his wife, was too hard to resist. This was what he longed for and hated. The push and pull inside him and outside as well.

Stacy slowly rolled the condom along his length. The latex squeezing, lube rubbing against him as his cock twitched from Stacy's muted touch.

"That's a good boy." Stacy giggled and stood back up when Bill's cock was completely covered. "Now, feel free to wank that willy all you want and you won't make a mess."

With a quick spin and a wiggle of her jiggly ass, Stacy moved away from Bill and back over to Amber and Jack. They were engaged in a deep passionate kiss, Amber looming over Jack as she straddled his lap, her lips and tongue pressing and sucking at his. Becoming puffy and swollen.

Below, Bill had a view of his wife's perfect ass, the thin chain between her cheeks doing nothing to hide the buttplug, and the tiny patch of material that was holding against her pussy was soaked and sticky. Jack reached down below Amber's ass and grabbed his cock, directing it to slap and rub up against Amber's covered pussy.

"Mmmm fuck Sir please. I need your cock inside me." She cooed and sucked at Jack's bottom lip.

"You want me to put this massive dick inside you? Right in front of poor Bill?" Jack licked along Amber's neck, flashing Bill a gleeful gaze.

"Yes." Amber hissed, reaching down behind her to caress Jack's thick cock and point it towards her pussy. "I need it. Fuck if my husband's watching. Let him see what a real man can do to me. Should do to me."

Jack let his hands wander up and down Amber and then began to lift off her dress, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. Her bra was a sheer black cupped bra, the straps made from similar silver chains as the panties. The piercings pressed against the thin material of the bra.

"Stacy, pull Amber's panties to the side. I need to stretch her out." Jack motioned to Stacy who came over quickly, standing to the side and reached down, peeling the little patch of cloth away from her friend's cunt, showing the sticky slickness of her vagina.

Rubbing his cock up and down her slit, Amber moved her hips and guided him with her palm until the bulbous tip was nestled between her labia, finding her fuckhole.

"That's it. Fuck she's like a furnace, Bill. She's literally in heat. God, it'll be a miracle if I don't put a baby in her this weekend."

Hearing those words made Bill's cock jump. His heart twisted. They'd been talking about having a family soon. The idea that Jack might knock Amber up was equal parts disgusting and erotic. Bill knew Amber would never actually do something like that. And though Jack was taunting Bill about it, he hardly thought Jack wanted to be a father. But the talk… the cruelty… watching his wife be so bad, so horrible, evil… it made his cock throb. His blood was on fire with desire for her and to see more. He'd have to see some sort of psychiatrist about this twisted kink he'd found himself marinating in. But that could wait.

"Do it Amber. Put me inside you right in front of your dumbass husband. Show him how much you fucking love my dick." Amber pressed down slowly on Jack's cockhead, groaning deeply at the pressure, the feel of him slipping slowly inside.

"God Fuck!" Amber groaned. The cock stretched her, opening and making her labia puff out as he vanished inside.

Stacy sucked at her bottom lip, watching as Jack's cock invaded her friend. She kept hold of Amber's panties, keeping them aside, and her free hand moved to her own panties, unzipping them to expose…

"Shit!" Bill grunted as he saw Stacy had shaved herself clean, just like Amber. Smooth and pale soft skin coming into view before her lovely manicured fingers began to circle her clit.

"OH fuck Billy. Amber's pussy is so beautiful with Jack's cock inside it." Stacy grinned, sliding one of her fingers between her lips and inside herself.

Amber pressed down more and more. The cock disappeared inside. Bill held his breath, watching Jack take his wife. The man's stubby hands gripping her ass cheeks, jiggling and spanking them as she descended the full length of him.

"Yeah… oh fuck Bill, I'm gonna ruin this pussy. She's never going to feel that little dick again." Jack chuckled and Amber silenced him by pressing her lips hard against his. Sucking his bottom lip and biting it.

"Fuck him." Amber muttered, loud enough for Bill to hear. "Forget that dumbass. Focus on me. Fuck me, Jack. Fuck my little cunt, Sir. I need it all inside me."

Jack growled. "Mmmm, then that's what you're going to get. Every fucking inch." He settled in the chair, gripped Amber's ass tighter, and began to bounce her up and down. His full length sliding in and out of her tight slit, cream and juices coating his thick shaft as Amber moaned, arching her back and tossing her hair.

"Oh fuck. Fuck me Sir. Fuck me Jack!" She whimpered, riding steady and firm. Ass cheeks smacking his fat hairy thighs. The squelching sound of her pussy squeezing and gliding over the massive cock inside her filled the room, mixing with her pants and moans. "Yes! Oh god yes!" She arched herself back, hair swaying as Jack hammered into her.

Stacy brought herself close to Jack, pulling his face towards her and kissing the balding neighbor hard and deep. Her tongue lashed and licked over his fat lips as she slipped her dress off, letting it pool around her feet. Stacy's tits bounced free, no bra to hold them. The only thing on now were her panties, unzipped and exposing her cunt, and her stockings that clung to her soft thighs. She pressed herself up against Jack as Amber continued to ride the man's massive cock.

Wrapping an arm around Stacy's waist, he brought her closer, hand on her ass squeezing possessively. Amber slapped her ass down on the man's thighs, and ground around in circles, gasping as his balls squashed themselves against her.

"Yes! Yes Jack. Fuck. Oh god fuck you're so big. So big. Bill, oh my god Jack's so deep inside me!" Jack's other hand was on her ass, guiding her up and down on him as he indulged in the sloppy make out session with Stacy.

Bill sat and watched, hating the feel of the condom restricting him even as he attempted to stroke with it on. It was unfair. It was humiliating. And even though the latex was squeezing and rubbing against him, it muted the sensations that would have otherwise made him cum by now. This fat slob was in his wife bare. He was groping Stacy, a bombshell even farther out of his league then Amber was. And they were worshiping him like he was a stallion.

"Fuck… oh god fuck I'm cumming! Jack! Sir! I'm cumming!" Amber shouted out, no need to silence herself. This deep in the woods no one would hear her scream.

Jack pulled away from Stacy's lips, her teeth raking and pulling on his. "AH Fuck Amber that's it! Fucking cum on this cock. Show Billy boy what a real man can do to you! How I can make you cum so easily!" He started thrusting his fat hips up against her, the slaps getting juicier and louder.

"YESYES GOD FUCKING GOD!" Amber whimpered, her tits bouncing wildly and ass shaking as her orgasm rocked her.

In the midst of Amber's orgasm, Jack released Stacy and in a feat of strength that even impressed Bill, he grabbed hold of Amber around the waist. With a roar he stood up, carrying Amber the few feet back to the table. Holding her with one beefy, hairy arm, he used the other to violently sweep the table clear. Everything crashed and smashed to the floor in a mess that echoed through the entirety of the cabin and beyond.

Table clear, Jack lay Amber firmly on the table, sending a jolt through her and making her gasp, breath leaving her. Before she could recover, Jack pushed her legs up and out wide and began to hammer his cock into her. Powerful fast strokes. The slurping splashing sound of her pussy grotesquely lewd. Amber looked up in a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming lust. Her bald slit squeezed him, gripped his cock as it pistoned in and out of her center. Thick cream began to gather around his base as he fucked her for all he was worth.

"OH GODFUCING GOD SHIT JACK OH MY GOD!" She screamed, arms reaching out to grab the edges of the table.

"Take it! Take it Amber you slut! Fucking take my cock! Love it! Tell me you love it!" Jack groaned as he rammed hard enough to make the table scrape against the wood floor.

"I love it Jack! Oh god baby I love your big cock! It's perfect. So enormous. God fuck how could I ever want Bill's little dick when I have this! Fuck me! Please god just fuck me!" Amber was crying out as her breasts bounced wildly and her ass rubbed against the wood of the table.

"Hear that Bill! Hm? She fucking loves my cock more than that little thing you're wanking! You should thank me for finally pleasing this sex starved minx." Jack kept power fucking, ramming over and over making Amber's pussy turn pink and puffy.

"Tell him thank you, Billy." Stacy was suddenly behind Bill. Hands trailing down his chest and then wrapping tightly around his condom sealed cock. "Tell Jack thank you for fucking your wife properly. Like she deserves." Her breath was a tempting, devilish whisper. Tongue lightly licking Bill's earlobe.

Bill grit his teeth in resistance.

"Say it!" Amber moaned and looked back at Bill as Jack continued his assault. "Say it honey. It's the truth. Thank Jack. Fuck god thank him for showing me what a real fuck is like!"

Bill groaned and couldn't stop his orgasm. Hearing Amber's voice. Telling him to thank this slob for fucking her. Giving her pleasure she couldn't. It was horrible. So fucking twisted. And it made the jealousy burn like acid in his veins, mixing with his lust and love for his wife.

"Thank… Thank you Jack… " Bill muttered just loud enough to be heard over the enthusiastic fucking his wife was receiving.

"For what cuck?" Jack angled Amber's legs a bit wider and continued fucking her like his life depended on it, his cruel smile made Bill's stomach churn.

"Say it little Billy." Stacy licked the inner part of Bill's ear.

With a snarl, feeling the cum he'd shot start to cool in the filled condom, Bill glared back at the man balls deep in his wife. "Thank you for fucking my wife, Jack." The words were like bile on his tongue.

"Goddamn right." Jack groaned. "Now fucking watch me cum inside her. Cum in your wife!" He began to grunt like an animal as it mated. Fat stomach slapping her thighs and balls swinging freely. "Yes… you ready for it Amber? Huh? You want your Sir's cum?"

Amber was whimpering, lost in her orgasm that wasn't stopping. "Yes! Yes Sir baby please fill me with your cum! Fill me god Fill me!" She screamed louder.

Jack roared again and his cum began to shoot thick and hard into Amber's pussy. He flooded her tunnel like only he could. Bursts of semen blasting into her, plastering her cervix and making her moan in another rocking orgasm. Her whole body began to shake and tremble and a sudden squirting clear gush splashed against Jack's stomach and crotch. Amber was squirting as Jack pumped his spunk deep into her.

Stacy moved away from Bill, looked down at the filled condom and gave Bill's cock a playful little slap and made him groan. "Poor Billy. Couldn't even last the whole time." She walked away, shedding her panties as she went, ass jiggling as she went over to Jack and gave him a passionate kiss.

The three were connected there, Amber on her back moaning and sweating. Jack buried deep inside her, little spasms shooting the last of his cum inside her. Stacy and Jack kissing and groping each other. Finally, after a few minutes Jack pulled back and his cock slipped from Amber with a wet plop.

Pulling away from Stacy, holding her around the waist and reaching out for Amber, he pulled her up to stand on his other side. Leaning against him with wobbly legs. "Bill. Clean up this mess. We are going to take this party upstairs." Without waiting for Bill's reply, Jack began to usher the girls away, towards the stairs. Three naked asses out towards Bill as they walked.

Amber looked over her shoulder for only a second and blew a small kiss towards her husband before they disappeared upstairs, leaving Bill with the mess on the floor, and a large puddle of cum on the table.

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It took over an hour for Bill to clean up the dining area. Sweeping up the broken dishes and scattered food. The cum on the table. Juices all over the chair. It was… degrading. The entire time Bill was grinding his teeth as he wiped and swept up. But even as furious and humiliated as he felt… he kept remembering that brief little look from Amber. That soft smile. Little kiss. A wink. The signs that his beloved wife was still in there somewhere, under the evil, naughty Amber that had come out to play.

Cleaning up would have been bad enough, but as he did the chore, Bill could hear what was going on upstairs. It was clear they were being loud on purpose. He could hear the screams of his wife. Stacy's moans and cries. Jack's grunts and panting, huffing breaths.

"FUCK! OH GOD FUCK ME JACK FUCK ME!" Amber's voice drifted down.

"Take my fucking cock! You fucking love it! Be my nasty little married slut!"

"Yes! OH FUCKING YES I'M YOUR MARRIED SLUT JACK. ALL FOR YOU Sir! JUST FOR YOU OH GOD FUCK!"

"Mmm, not for that little dicked hubby?"

"Fuck him! He can't do this to me. He can't make me cum like this! FUCK JAAAAACK OH GOD I"M CUMMING ON YOUR FAT COCK!"

Bill was cringing. Gripping the broom as he swept up the plates and glass. The whole while his cock was raging hard, hearing his wife bad mouth him. Give herself to Jack. To that lowly fat slob who just happened to be gifted with a big dick.

He knew it was just talk. That they were screaming and shouting for his benefit. What good was doing these things this weekend if he wasn't in some way involved? But it still hurt. It was a knife to his heart. To his gut. And a pulsing pain to his groin.

"OH FUCK JACK YOUR COCK IS SO BIG!" That was Stacy. It was her turn to get fucked.

This time Jack didn't have a response.

"Mmmm fuck eat her Jack. Eat that married cheating little cunt!" Stacy moaned.

So Amber was riding Jack's face. Or… was it some other position. Bill tried to picture what was going on as he was whipping down the table. Cringing when he had to clear away the drying sticky cum that had dripped out of his wife only a little while before.

Grunt and moans. Slick slapping and skin smacks came down from upstairs like eerie calls of ghostly sirens. It was sickening and arousing. Frightening and thrilling. Bill wasn't worried about his marriage. Amber loved him. He knew it in his bones. But still, this new lifestyle was more than just the fun of sexual exploration. Jealousy. Anger. Guilt. Humiliation. It was all part of it. Fueling them. Driving Amber to be more and more depraved and mean. Which drove Bill crazy with envy and jealousy, swirling and mixing with his arousal.

"Ruin me Jack! Ruin my pussy for my pathetic husband! Fuck me so I can never feel him again!" Amber was screaming at the top of her lungs.

As clear as it was, that it was a performance, Bill sat down hard at the now clean dining room table, head in his hands. Waring with himself about tuning out the taunts and screams and listening intently for every word and cry and moan.

Once he was finished, the excessive shouts had died down. A soft quiet settled over the cabin. Bill went upstairs after putting away any left overs and letting a few things sit in the sink to soak. Down the hall the door to the master bedroom was closed. That meant he wasn't allowed in. Wasn't allowed to watch.

There were muffled sounds. Not the loud excessive ones from before. These were more intimate. The pants and sighs of… fuck… were they making love?

Bill stood frozen at the door to his room. So far, all the encounters Bill had been witness to and the one's Amber had told him about, had been intense fuck sessions. Nothing loving about them. Nothing soft or intimate. It had all been primal. But now… the soft sighs that were barely audible through the door… they sounded far more quiet and loving than everything else.

That was new. Very new. And the possibility that maybe sex between Amber and Jack… and Stacy, was growing. Changing. It made Bill's cock strain against his slacks. He'd cum in the condom earlier and that had been embarrassing. But it had also been limiting. Almost like a ruined orgasm. He needed to cum again. Badly.

Slipping into his room, he shut the door and got undressed. Things had gone quiet. Truly quiet this time. No more soft mutterings or movements drifted down the hall or through the walls. Bill tossed his clothes aside and threw himself into bed, intending to masturbate and then get some sleep. This whole day had been exhausting.

Apparently too exhausting, because the moment he fell onto the bed, Bill was out like a light. The echoing sounds of his wife and her best friend and his neighbor fucking still ringing in his ears.

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Bill woke to the sound of his door creaking open. It was dark. The clock on his night stand said it was nearly one a.m. When he'd gotten to his room he hadn't bothered to turn on any of the lights except for the lamp next to his bed. Still groggy and eyes slightly blurred from sleep, Bill couldn't tell who or what was moving in the shadows.

Rubbing at his eyes and pushing himself up, he blinked away the sleep and finally saw… Amber.

She was radiant, standing just beyond the light of the lamp. Draped in a purple satin nighty that barely reached below her ass, her figure was amazing. The material clung nicely, sculpted to her breasts with a trim of lace around the plunging neckline and hem. Bill got the slightest glimpse of his wife's pussy, smooth and puffy from the pounding she'd been taking most of the night. The outline of her nipple piercings stuck through the nighty, making Bill's mouth water.

Her hair was pulled back into a loose, messy ponytail. Face devoid of makeup, but she still looked beautiful as she smiled wide. "Hey sleepy head. Did I wake you?" She came closer and sat down on the bed next to him.

"I… " Bill stifled a yawn. "Um, yeah."

Amber chuckled, cheeks bright and eyes sparkling. "Sorry. Well… not really. I was going to wake you. Saved me the trouble." She put a hand on his arm, rubbing gently. "You okay?" The concern in her voice was clear, the look on her face mirroring that worry.

"Yeah. I'm okay." He muttered, sitting up.

"No. I mean… " Her eyes darted away for a second, then back to him. "I mean are you… okay? Like… about… um, about tonight? This afternoon?"

Bill's cheeks flushed and he leaned back against the headboard, letting out a deep sigh. "Uh… well… " He hesitated.

"Oh Bill." Suddenly she was pressing herself against him, her head buried in his chest, lips pressing against his heart. Arms wrapped around him tight. "I'm sorry honey. I'm so sorry. Was it too much? Was I too harsh? I didn't want to hurt you, it was just part of…"

Bill started to chuckle and wrapped his arms around Amber tight. Pushing his face into her hair. It smelled fresh, like something fruity thanks to her shampoo. She must have taken a shower not that long ago. No doubt to wash away the evidence of her activities. "It's okay. Hey, hey… it's okay Amber." He kissed her head and pulled her tight.

"Are you sure?" She muttered into his chest. "I was so mean." Pulling away she looked into Bill's eyes. "You know I love you right. All that stuff… it's just…"

"Evil Amber." Bill smiled.

She blushed and bit her lip. "Yeah."

"And you like being Evil Amber… right?"

Her eyes lifted and met Bill's slowly. "Yeah." She whispered. "I really like it."

"Well… " Bill rubbed her arms slowly, up and down feeling the warmth and softness of her skin. "I married you. All of you. The parts I knew… and didn't know. So… I'm married to Amber, the wonderful beautiful wife. And… I'm married to Evil Amber, the woman that belittles and fucks over her husband."

Amber put her face in her hands. "Bill! Come on. That's way too harsh…"

"Oh? I seem to recall you calling me a dumbass. A cuck. Pathetic." Even as he spoke Bill found himself getting hard remembering everything he'd watched Amber do and say. He hadn't gotten off before he fell asleep so his blood was still humming with the need to release.

Amber peeked out from between her fingers. "I did… say that…"

"Are you telling me Evil Amber didn't mean those things? That it was just an act?" Bill leaned forward and pulled Amber's hands away from her face. Her eyes were big and beautiful, no hint of embarrassment.

"Well… Bill… As your wife… you should know that you're the greatest lover I could ever ask for. Everything about us is perfect." Her hands held his face gently, thumbs rubbing over the soft scruff along his chin. "But… I'd be lying if I said that… Evil Amber… " She paused. Eyes looking deep into Bill's.

Amber let her hands drop from his face down to his lap, moving the bedsheets aside to expose Bill's erection. It was throbbing and purple. Straining. Dripping precum along the shaft. She bit her lip as she let out a soft, admiring moan. "Well… look at that. Did this talk about your wife thinking you're a pathetic little dick cuck turn you on?"

Bill groaned, the look in his wife's eyes shifting suddenly from the soft loving woman he knew and married, to the hard, cruel, dominating sexual bitch that Jack had turned her into. Amber took his cock in her hand and squeezed, just enough to be a little painful.

"Seriously, Bill. Do you honestly think that something like this could compare to Jack? I mean… you're half his size."

"In more ways than one." Bill tried to snap back.

"Hmm, yeah. Jack's a fat hairy lump. That's for sure. But he fucks like a stallion." Her hand started to slowly stroke up and down along his shaft, rubbing her thumb up along his tip. "Not like you Bill. You're just a little pony. Maybe we should… lock you away, in the stable."

The mention of locking up… it made Bill's cock pulse. He'd read up a bit more on cuckolding and knew that in some relationship where the husband wasn't just deprived of sex or verbally humiliated. But he was actually locked away in a cage. His cock rendered useless. Never able to get hard thanks to the containment. Though it seemed exciting, Bill didn't really think he wanted to go that far with this fantasy.

Amber moved her hands along his shaft. Slowly stroking and caressing. "You do have a nice cock, Bill. No girl could deny that. But it's just not good enough… not for me… not for Stacy." She let go of him and settled back on her heels, kneeling in front of him. "You took me for better or worse. Right?"

Bill swallowed hard, the lingering feeling of her hands on his cock still making him struggle to stay focused. "Ye… yes. I did. Better or worse."

"Well. This weekend you're getting the worse part, Bill. The very worst." She leaned in and gave him a soft, warm, chaste kiss. "Evil Amber loves you too." The smile she gave him was honest and bright. "She loves teasing you. Humiliating you. Making you feel so inadequate. So pathetic. She loves showing you how a real man fucks. How wide her pussy can stretch for someone worthy of her body. But… Evil Amber would never, ever, leave you for them Bill. Never. She wants you forever. To stay and torment you for ever and ever. Making you watch her cum on other men's cocks. Getting filled with other men's thick gooey spunk." Her tongue was gently tracking Bill's lips. Moving around to nibble at his ear.

Bill groaned, his cock pulsing over and over, pumping out thick strings of precum that were dripping all over himself.

She moved and whispered in his ear. "Jack might fuck a baby into me this weekend Bill."

He came. His cock pulsed and shot his load in a wide arc, splashing all over her nighty. It dripped and ran down the satin.

Amber giggled looking down at the mess all over her. "Poor Billy couldn't hold out huh?" She moved back in and gave him a warm kiss on the cheek, then got up from the bed and slipped the nighty off. Standing naked in soft lamp light, she tossed the soft satin gown at Bill's lap, covering up his deflating messy cock.

Bill stared at his wife. Still entranced by her beauty even now. "Are… has Jack been talking… I mean he said something like… about getting your pregnant… " Bill stammered as he watched his wife. He honestly didn't think that Amber would ever agree to something like that. Having another man's baby was way, way too far out of their defined relationship.

His wife put her hands on her hips, facing him with a stern eye. "Bill… you know as well as I do that Jack is a decent man. Rough and somewhat crude, sure. But he's not a bad man. He's not going to swap out my birth control or some nonsense. And I'm not actually entertaining any idea that I'll be having a baby with anyone but you." As strange as it was for her to be telling this to him while she was standing there naked, Bill could tell she was serious.

The talk of babies had Bill itching slightly. With Amber's hands on her hips, he just couldn't help thinking that they were wide, like child bearing hips. What would Amber look like with her stomach swelling. Would they continue this lifestyle once that happened?

"Jack's a good man." Amber repeated, a bit quieter.

Bill couldn't argue. Jack was… a bit of an asshole. A jerk for sure. But, he'd been treating Amber well, even in the depths of this dark world they'd dived into, he hadn't hurt Amber. Besides a bit of coercion that had been resolved, he was respecting their marriage. He was even showing respect to Bill, though it was begrudging. Bill didn't expect to be best pals with Jack, now or ever. But the man that was fucking his wife and indulging in their fantasy was being decent enough. They couldn't really ask for much better than him. Others might take advantage. But Jack was respecting their boundaries. Pushing them for sure, but respecting them.

Amber sat back down on the edge of the bed and took Bill's hand. "Bill… I love you." She met his eyes. "I need to be honest with you… and… I know this is a little sudden. I was honestly going to talk to you about this before we ended up… uh… " She giggled, her breasts bouncing. "Sorry. I guess I couldn't resist teasing you more."

Bill joined in, squeezing her hand.

For a moment Amber stayed quiet after their laughter died down. It was clear something was bothering her. Though what it could be, Bill wasn't sure. They'd already addressed the way she was treating him today. It was part of their fantasy. What they wanted. They were figuring this out together and there was no doubt going to be bumps along the way. But they'd get through them.

"Amber. Whatever it is. Tell me. If I'm being honest with you. You need to be honest too. That's how we are going to make this work."

Amber nodded slowly, hand squeezing his back tightly. Almost painfully.

"Okay." She took a slow breath, eyes looking away. "Earlier… before dinner… " she sighed and took another calming breath. "I… told Jack… I told him that I loved him. And he said he loved me."

Bill's heart stopped.

Silence was like a tense cord being pulled… pulled… puuuuuullllleeeedddd.

Even the smallest thing would make it snap.

"And I meant it." Amber's cheeks were red. "But… I need you to understand… this doesn't mean I don't love you Bill. You and only you are my first. My first love. First priority. First in my heart. I'm not going to run off with Jack. He's not stealing me from you. This isn't some sort of… this isn't like those things we've read about. A cuckolding gone wrong. I'm not, nor am I ever, going to leave you." She leaned in closer and snuggled close to him like she had when she'd first slipped into his room.

"But I can't deny this Bill. We've been doing this for almost a year. Jack's been inside me… a lot. He's done things with me you… you'll never get to do. And at first I thought it was just lust. Maybe at best a little crush." She looked up into his eyes, rimmed red and watery. "I love you first. The most. But… I love him too. And, he feels the same. We… talked about it…"

"Talked about it?" Bill interrupted. His voice was sharp, hallow. Amber's words still weren't setting in yet.

"After dinner. After… " She blushed. "After the show we put on."

"So you were deliberately yelling." Bill muttered, though he was feeling nauseous. And angry.

Amber rolled her eyes with a wide smile. "Jack's good in bed honey, but not that good. Not good enough to make me scream like I'm in a slasher movie."

Bill wanted to laugh with his wife but… couldn't. What was funny about her screaming and shouting in pleasure with a man that…

His hands clenched into tight fists. Bill had trusted Jack. Was trusting him. Trusting to let him do things with her. Suddenly it all felt like a manipulation. Like Jack had been planning this all along. To steal Amber away…

Suddenly he felt tears. Warm and wet against his chest as Amber began to sob. "I'm sorry, Bill. Please, believe me. I didn't… this wasn't planned. And I'd never… never ever cheat. Not like that. Not… not outside of this. This thing we have… It's about us. Not me. Not you. It's all about us, together. But… Jack's a part of that now. Stacy too."

Bill held Amber tighter. Closer. Things were changing suddenly. So fast. So drastically.

"Don't hate me. Please, Bill. Don't hate me. But I love him. I love you. I love you both. And… and I really believe we can do this. We can make this work… if we want it to. But you need to trust me. To trust Jack."

"Trust the man trying to steal my wife?" Bill growled, still trying to keep himself from shaking.

"No Bill." Amber sat up. The fun loving sweetness was gone. She was clear and serious as she stared at her husband, breasts bare and exposed but somehow her sex appeal wasn't important as she stared into his eyes. "He's not stealing me, because I can't be stolen."

Bill sat back, trying to keep himself from loosing his cool.

"Bill. I'm your wife. Period. And… " Amber sighed deeply. "If you say the word. And I don't mean the safe word. This isn't a game. If you say the word, we will leave right now. I'll never see Jack again. Or Stacy. Not beyond any professional capacity. It'll just be me and you. Husband and wife. Forever. We will be a family. I'll pop out all the babies you can put in me…"

"Okay, that's a bit much. You're not an incubator." Bill grumbled.

"Whatever gets the point across." Amber leaned in closer to her husband. "Whatever it takes for you to understand that our marriage, our life together is the most important thing. I know… " She had to clear her throat, voice catching. "I know this is a lot. I've basically ambushed you. But I only realized my feelings this morning… and not even fully until a few hours ago." Her cheeks were burning crimson, tears welling over and slipping down her cheeks. Sobs began to wrack her, and she fell against Bill in a bone crushing hug.

Emotions were storming through Bill's heart. Through his head. Amber's admission was… unexpected. But he couldn't honestly say that it didn't make sense. All the time she and Jack had been spending together. The things they'd been doing. It would have seemed odd for Amber to not develop feelings. The question now was… what would they do about it?

Bill pulled his wife close. The new information hanging in the air like a guillotine. Poised to slice through them and sever them. He held on tighter, afraid she'd float away. That she'd disappear.

The night slipped by and they stayed quiet, holding close and just listening to each other's breaths and hearts. At some point, sleep claimed them. And with it came unsettling dreams.

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ

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  Chapter:19 - Amber's Birthday Weekend Pt. 3
   Teaser:Coffee. Cum. Tears. Frozen Peas. An emotional morning
 Category:Loving Wives
      URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/nc-au-ambers-birthday-weekend-pt-03
Published:2025-09-20
{[italic]}{[bold]}Saturday Morning{[/bold]}{[/italic]}

Stacy lay in bed, listening to Jack's rough snores. She ached. Yesterday was like running a marathon. So much sex. So many positions. So many… emotional revelations.

She turned on her side, breasts shifting as she propped herself on her elbow to look at the mountain of hair and fat that was a man that neither Stacy or Amber should have ever given a second look. And now…

Jack's jowls puffed and quivered as he breathed, snored. He rolled and the sheets slipped off of him, revealing his heavy, hairy gut and his massive cock resting between his meaty thighs. Just the sight of it sent a chill through Stacy and her pussy became moist.

Don't judge a book by its cover had taken on a new meaning. Everything about Jack screamed overweight slob. A jerk. A jackass. A man unworthy of and incapable of actual emotion beyond arrogance and dickishness. But over this last year he'd… changed. Or maybe something that had been inside was finally getting an opportunity to come out. To grow. It seemed almost impossible. Foolish even.

But Stacy couldn't deny what she was witnessing between Amber and Jack… and what she was feeling too. But that would have to be addressed later. Right now… things between Jack, Amber and Bill had to be the focus. Adding her own feelings into the mix was just going to make something complicated even worse.

What she'd overheard last night, when Amber and Jack had been making love while Stacy pretended to be asleep, had been surprising… but not unexpected. If anyone had been watching closely, they would have seen the changes between them. How close they were getting. And though Amber was sexual and more free than ever before, she wasn't just a free use woman. Stacy could tell she needed an emotional connection. At least to continue a relationship like she'd been doing with Jack.

It made sense. Twisted sense. But, sense.

"I shouldn't… " Amber whispered. Stacy could tell her friend was fighting back sobs even as she slowly rode Jack.

She lay facing the couple, eyes only partially open to see them. Amber on top of Jack, her body slick with sweat, breasts bouncing and the nipple piercings glittering in the moonlight. Jack's hands were on her firm waist, guiding her to grind and move up and down his thick shaft.

"I know… " Jack groaned. "We shouldn't. I… shouldn't. I know I'm an ass, Amber… I know… But… I can't… steal you… I can't…"

"You're not… " Amber leaned down, hair obscuring her face as she moved and kissed Jack deeply. "You're not. You can't. I'm Bill's, Jack. I'm his wife. All this… this game… it's just that, a game. You can't take me from him." The sound of them kissing again filled the quiet.

"Then… what are we… doing… " Jack breathed, his hands moving up her sides to her back as she continued moving along his cock.

"I don't know Jack… god I don't know. But I know I love you… not like I love Bill… never like that… honestly… " She chuckled. "Honestly, I don't really like you."

Jack snorted and thrust his fat hips up into her, making her yelp. "Yeah… can't say I've ever tried to be likable."

Amber sat back up and ran her fingers through her hair, eyes closed, looking up as she moved her body like a rolling wave. "God… if it weren't for your cock… " She groaned.

"Is that what you love, Amber? My cock?" He was holding back a deep groan.

"Yes… fuck yes, Jack. I love your cock inside me. It's much bigger. Thicker. Deeper. God, I love it. How it makes me feel. And you… how you take me. Use me. And how you do it in front of the man I love. The man I'm committed to. I love how you make him feel small. Pathetic. How you expose me to him as the true sexual woman I am. I… I don't know how to classify it, Jack. How to tell you what sort of love this is. It's something bordering on lust… deeper than just a bodily desire. It's you. I don't just want any big cock making me feel this way. Demeaning my husband. I want it to be yours. Only yours…"

She started moving faster. Her ass slapping his thighs. They both began to grunt. "Ah… ah… uh mmm uh." Soft sounds of wet skin and a pussy squeezing something massive and slick.

"Fuck… oh fuck Amber… so good… so good… Bill's so lucky to have you… to have this pussy… " Jack groaned deeply, wheezing and breathing hard as they began to fuck faster.

"Your pussy. Oh god Jack, it's your pussy. I love Bill. I'm his body and soul. But when it comes to this… when it comes to fucking… to lust… this pussy is yours and only yours." She was panting and whimpering deeply.

Stacy listened with her hand between her thighs, rubbing herself at the intimate, taboo declarations of these two fuck buddies.

"Are you… uh going to tell him… oh fuck… are you going to tell Bill?"

Amber was softly sobbing even as she was gasping in orgasm. "Yes… I have to… I have to, Jack… He needs to know… and he needs to decide… and… oh fuck, Jack… Jack, cum inside me… it might be the last time. Cum inside me. Once I tell Bill… it's all up to him… so cum in my pussy. Claim me one more time, please, Jack. Please!"

Stacy had to bite her lip as her own orgasm shook through her, pussy dripping between her thighs as she listened to her best friend cum and her neighbor grunting like an animal, releasing his thick spunk deep inside her married cunt.

"Yes! Yes… god fucking yes, Jack, yes!" she whimpered.

"Fuck Amber. Fuck… oh fuck take it… all of it… every fucking drop… " His belly was slapping against Amber's firm stomach as they clapped together, eager and urgent.

Not long after that they fell asleep, curled into each other. Like lovers. Stacy watched them for a while, wondering what she could do. If she could help. If there were anything she could do. Bill was a good man. And she had a crush on him, always had. But she loved Amber. Her friendship meant the world. And she didn't want to see her friend's marriage fall apart because of this. Sex was fun. All of this was kinky and adventurous. But it wasn't worth losing something as valuable as their love for each other.

Before she could even come up with any sort of idea, Amber was slipping away from Jack. She tiptoed to the bathroom, where Stacy heard the shower running briefly. No doubt cleaning herself up. And then she slipped back into the room, went to her suitcase and rummaged around before pulling out a sheer nighty, pulled it on and went to the door and out into the hall as quietly as a mouse.

She was going to Bill. Amber wasn't even going to wait until the morning to confront her husband about this new development.

Laying back, Stacy waited. Would there be yelling? Screaming? Crying? Or… would maybe… just maybe… things take a different… more appealing turn?

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Stacy got up, slipped on a pair of tame, daisy print thong panties and quietly stepped out into the hall. Jack was still sound asleep and snoring. No doubt out for a long time considering how much she and Amber had worn him out yesterday. It felt freeing to walk around nearly naked, breasts swaying in the early morning cool that had settled in the house.

Taking slow, careful steps, afraid that the floorboards might creak and give her away as she approached the door to Bill's room. By chance it was still open, just a small crack, but enough that Stacy could lean close and listen in.

"Ah… " Amber's moans were soft, sweet, edged with tender desire. "Uh… mmm… ah…"

Taking a chance, she pushed the door just a little and peeked in.

She saw Amber sitting upright, steadily riding Bill. Her husband lay back, groaning softly as she took him in. Similar to what she watched last night with Jack. Amber was in control. On top. Dominant. It sent a chill through Stacy. Usually, Amber was the submissive one. Getting used and taken. But Stacy had a sudden realization as she watched her friend's firm back muscles rippling as she moved and ground herself on her husband.

In submitting to Jack, to Bill, even to Stacy, Amber was letting them have the power. But it was her body. And she was the one giving the permission. She had much more power than any of them probably realized. Maybe Amber didn't realize it either. It was just her natural appeal. Her innate ability to seduce and please. In another life, Amber could have been a villain, using her body to gain all the things she could ever want.

But by the soft whimpers that were rising from her throat, Stacy could tell Amber had exactly what she wanted.

"Bill… " She whispered softly as her hips swiveled. The blankets were gathered around her hips, obscuring Stacy's view of her friend's beautiful ass. "I love you…"

"Oh fuck… " Bill moaned below her. "I love you too."

Stacy bit her lip, watching, listening.

"You understand, don't you?" Amber's voice was silk, seductive, honest.

"I… I do… " Bill breathed. "But… it's hard, Amber… I can't… I don't know if… I can really do this. Really… share…"

Her hands went to her husband's chest. Stacy pictured that hard chest, firm and nicely sculpted. What she wouldn't give to be kissing down Bill's chest while Amber rode him. They really did need to give Bill some special attention. All of this play, this cuckolding, was fun. But it was definitely going to take a toll on Bill. And if they weren't careful, it could damage him. Stacy had read up on several details and aspects of cuckolding. Aftercare and communication were key to making sure no one spun out and crashed into depression or jealousy. She knew that first hand.

"I'm yours, Bill… I'm yours. No one else's… not in the way it matters." Amber's hands bushed her hair back. "But you know by now… we need to admit it… Jack owns my body…"

Bill groaned at the confession, and Stacy could hear the desire in it. The want. Need. The way Amber bounced more as Bill bucked his hips.

"You like that, don't you… oh fuck Bill, that feels so good… so good…"

Stacy's panties were becoming damp. Her hand moving between her legs to rub again, watching her friend use her body.

"Yes… I do… " Bill groaned.

"You're my cuck… aren't you, honey? Isn't this what we want? It's just… more serious… this isn't… a game… " Amber breathed heavily as her body burned. Stacy had become familiar enough with Amber's body to know her friend was approaching an orgasm.

"Amber… I… are you sure… I…"

"Amber is yours, Bill. Your wife. Your love. And I will be the mother of your babies too… only you… that's one thing Jack can never have. But… " An edge to Amber's voice made Stacy's nipples as hard as diamonds. "Evil Amber… my lust… my desire… that's Jack's. You know it, Bill. We both know. And we can't hide from it. We… oh, we have to confront it… and… if you want to… we will embrace it… but we have to do it all the way… completely."

Stacy watched as Amber lay down on her husband, their mouths meeting. The blankets slipped, and she saw just the bare shadows of Amber's ass and Bill's beautiful cock thrusting up into her. Over and over. Hard and deep. His full balls ramming hard against his wife's ass cheeks.

"Amber… " He breathed.

"Bill… " She was sobbing.

They were starting to moan deeper, more urgently.

Reluctantly, Stacy stepped back into the hall and quietly closed the door. She'd already peeked into a very personal and sensitive conversation. Two conversations actually if she counted her listening in on Jack and Amber. All of this would come out soon enough. She needed to wait until Amber and Bill were ready to confront it, to expose this and share it with her and Jack.

Behind the door, Stacy could hear the grunts, slaps, groans. It sent a shiver through her imagining Bill shooting his load into Amber. God, she wanted that. She really needed to get more time with Bill. Jack was great, and he had the sort of edge that Stacy enjoyed when it came to fucking. But Bill was far more tender and intense in the sort of way that led to what Amber and Bill had together. Love. Commitment. As much as Stacy liked pure sex… she'd be lying if she said she didn't want something more… she missed it.

Making her way down the hall and downstairs, Stacy went to the kitchen and started a large pot of coffee. Her thoughts and emotions were getting the better of her. And really she didn't have the right to be snooping and listening in on these private moments. She'd been invited to a weekend of kinky sex… not to become part of a thrupple.

Was that what Jack, Amber, and Bill were going to become? She knew Amber didn't love Jack like she loved Bill. Love came in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Shades and hues. Amber's love for Jack was much more crimson… lustful. And she'd just said it to Bill. Jack had a grip on her sexual appetite. That need she'd discovered back on Bill's birthday when she'd first given Jack a blowjob instead of her husband. That had opened a door. And then, a floodgate. And now the whole dam was open, and Amber couldn't close things even if she wanted to.

Stacy poured herself a cup of coffee, stirred in some sugar and cream and then stepped out onto the porch, looking out onto the lake as the sun slowly started making its appearance on the horizon. The chill in the air made her nipples harden and goosebumps pop up all along her naked flesh. It was a beautiful, quiet morning. Peaceful. A large contrast to the turmoil that was brewing inside the cabin.

Three people. Tangling together. Twisting into some sort of new creation. A love triangle of sorts. What would it look like if they could make it work?

And where did that leave her?

Was she just a fourth wheel? A unicorn? Some random addition to when they wanted to take kink to the next level?

Stacy whipped away surprising tears. She wasn't crying exactly… but her emotions were raging. Did her friend see her as anything besides a sexual toy? Something to add to their fun?

And if she was… was that enough?

Sniffling like a child, Stacy took a slow, deep breath of the misty morning air and sat down on one of the deck chairs. It was comfortable but dewy on her skin, giving her a chill. She sat back, watching the sky turn from dark inky blue-black to orange and red, on fire with the rising rays of the sun, and tried to figure out what her place was in this whole mess.

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Bill pulled on a pair of sweatpants, mind racing as he stepped back to the side of the bed and leaned down, kissing Amber on the forehead. She was sprawled out on the bed, covers pulled up so her breasts were barely covered. The look on her face was peaceful. Unconcerned with the complicated emotions she'd unloaded on him.

How could she be in love with Jack?

He scrubbed his hand through his hair, watching his wife. Beautiful. Perfect. His. But now… now she wanted to give herself to another. Or at least part of herself. The 'Evil' part. Evil Amber. The dark, lustful version of his wife that had awakened over the last year of their exploration.

For a minute, Bill just watched Amber breathe. She smiled softly for a moment before her face became a placid mask of quiet sleep. They'd started something that night on his birthday. And now it was impossible to stop. At least, they couldn't stop it without consequences. Before it had just been physical. But now emotions were involved. And more than just some sort of crush.

Amber had been clear. She loved Jack. But it wasn't like she loved Bill. That was hard to understand. How could you love two people at once? How could she claim that Bill owned her body and soul? But then in the very next breath say that Jack owned her body, her sexuality. Her lust and desire. Eros. Amber was only one physical person. She couldn't divide herself.

It should have been tearing Bill up. And in a way it was. He wanted to drag Jack out of the cabin and beat the living shit out of him. The man had seduced his wife. This was worse than any of the other things he'd done. Worse than drugging him and fucking his wife all night and the next morning. That was still a sore spot, though he'd mostly gotten over the sinister nature of it all.

Amber's confession made him want to move. To take her and leave this place. Change jobs. Escape this wicked web that they'd found themselves stuck in.

But he knew he couldn't do that. He knew he wouldn't.

Because… as angry as he was, as furious and even heartbroken… a twisted part of him wanted this.

He rubbed his face in his hands, grunting in frustration at his own perverted, confused emotions. It was wickedly twisted in his heart and stomach and mind and groin. Love had been simple once upon a time. Just him and Amber. In love and making a life together. Now… there was a third person involved. Fourth if you counted Stacy and… well, Bill couldn't push Stacy's involvement aside in this whole mess.

Trying to unravel all of this was impossible… at least without coffee.

Downstairs, he felt the chill from the night still clinging, even inside. There was a pot of coffee already made, and since Bill hadn't heard Jack's boisterous lumberings, and Amber was asleep, that only left Stacy.

Pouring himself a cup, not bothering with sugar or cream, he walked out onto the porch. Stacy was sitting, looking out at the slowly dispersing mist that was clinging to the lake. Naked from the chest down, a small flowery thong was the only piece of clothing she had on. He couldn't stop himself from staring at her dark pink nipples, hard in the morning air. She sat, legs pulled up close under her, sipping her coffee as she met his gaze.

"Morning, Billy boy." She grinned and gave him a wink.

Bill sighed and walked over, sitting down in the chair next to her. "Are we already starting with the torment this morning?" He gave her an exasperated look, but there wasn't any weight or frustration behind it. Being a full hardcore cuckold this weekend was far down the list of his worries right now.

Stacy put her chin in her hand, elbow on the arm of the chair, and gave Bill a bright smile. Her breasts jiggled as she chuckled and took a slow drink from her mug. "Oh, Bill, Bill, Bill. What are we going to do with you? Is it really so bad to be put in your place? Hm? The place you wanna be?"

"Who says I want to be here right now?" he muttered, holding his cup close to his lips.

"Your cock." Stacy said, motioning towards Bill's tented sweatpants.

He groaned. "Fuck me." He muttered, frustrated that his body was so screwed up that it betrayed his desires even as his heart and mind warred against each other.

Stacy giggled, her chest bouncing playfully. "Gladly. If you want." She gave him a wink. "What's wrong, little Billy? Hm? Is this weekend already too much for you? It's barely been a day. And we still have some surprises for you." Her eyebrows wiggled as she gave him a mischievous stare over the rim of her coffee.

Bill pinched the bridge of his nose. "I… don't know if we are going to stay…"

The playfulness in Stacy's eyes vanished quickly. She put down her mug on the small table between the chairs and reached out, taking Bill's hand. "Bill… hon, what's wrong? I thought you were having fun?"

"I… we… I mean… is this just fun? Can it only ever be fun, Stacy? Can sex ever just be sex? Leave your emotions at the door and just insert tab A into slot B?" He slumped, but kept hold of Stacy's hand, squeezing gently.

Stacy watched him for a moment, seeing the clear and present danger in his eyes. He was struggling. Really struggling. As fun as all of this was, it was still intense, even for the most emotionally mature. And if someone wasn't prepared, properly equipped, then something like this could ruin a person. She looked down at Bill's hand, his wedding ring smooth and reflective in the morning light. She let her thumb rub along it, quietly remembering…

"No Bill. You can't leave emotion at the door. Not completely. Sure, some people can turn it off, more or less. But there's always emotion. Sex isn't mechanical. It's not like wiggling your fingers or whatever. Sex involves our whole bodies. And our minds." She squeezed Bill's hand, nervously capturing his gaze. "A woman allows a man inside her body. A man is consenting to place a part of himself inside another, to be held and used. It's mutual submission, no matter what other elements you put into play."

Bill watched her for a moment, holding his coffee and her hand, almost like they were a couple, sitting out on the porch enjoying a morning on the lake. It was nice. Uncomplicated. At least until he let himself remember that Stacy wasn't his wife. She wasn't here for him. And his wife was upstairs sleeping, just down the hall from the man that she'd confessed she loved. Even when she was married to Bill. It made his heart pound and chest ache.

"So… you think people can't just… fuck. Eventually… " Bill halted, his tongue burning on his coffee.

"Not in this case, Bill. No. You and Amber… this has moved beyond just kinky rendezvous. Casual meetings. Jack's a part of your life. And he's had Amber in so many ways. It's natural that emotions would show up. Love isn't guaranteed…"

Bill looked at her sharply, surprised.

"Bill… calm down. Okay? This wasn't something Amber knew before she got here. She didn't know it until last night. So don't go thinking she was girl talking with me, confessing or whatever, and we kept it from you. The minute she knew what her feelings were, really knew, she went straight to you. She broke the rules she set up this week. And it seems like she's willing to trash the entire weekend and just go back home with you if that's what you decide." She squeezed his hand again and leaned closer, breasts swaying in the space between them.

"She loves you. You don't even know how much. Not really. But… Jack is in her heart now too. I listened to them last night. I'm sure Amber told you all about it. And whatever you might think of Jack, he's not trying to steal her. No one is plotting against you, Bill. Honestly, I think all of us here are looking to you for a decision. Amber's giving you veto power. Isn't she?" Stacy raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Bill muttered, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, coffee held in his hands as he looked out at the lake. "If I want this to end… I can just say stop and we go. End it all. No more Jack. No more you. Nothing. Just back to me and Amber, typical wedded bliss. A house. Two point five kids. Maybe a dog." He chuckled mirthlessly.

Stacy rubbed a hand along Bill's bare back, feeling his tight muscles. "Oh, Billy… is that what you want? Do you want a happy average life? It's fine if you do. There's nothing wrong with that. Or… " Stacy stood up, breasts at full attention, panties clinging to her newly bald mound, and stepped in front of Bill. She took his coffee and placed it to the side, then knelt down in front of him and pushed his legs apart. "Or… do you want more adventure? Nothing is set in stone, Bill… you're a cuck, that's for sure… but you're a man too."

Before he knew what was happening, Stacy was pulling down Bill's sweats, exposing his semi-hard cock, and took it in her hand, slowly stroking it. It felt good. So good. Her hand was soft and firm. The grip tight around his shaft as she moved up and down.

"God, your cock is beautiful." She muttered, leaning in and giving it a soft kiss. "We are playing a fun game this weekend, Bill. A dangerous game for sure. And there are new obstacles to face. If you want that normal regular life, no one here is going to blame you. No shame in it. That's a good life to have, and lots of people work all their lives to have it."

Stacy flicked her tongue along the underside of Bill's cockhead, making him groan. He stared at her, the feeling of her warm breath, the bitter scent of coffee and fresh pine mixing into a heady aroma that just heightened his awareness. Her hand moved all along his length. It hadn't been that long since he'd been deep inside Amber. Some of her slickness was still on him. Could Stacy feel it? Smell it? Taste it?

"But Bill… if you wanted to dive into this… into the darkness of the deep end. Who knows what you'll find. You've already discovered your cuckold side. The side that loves getting denied. Deprived. Teased and humiliated while a fat cock ruins the woman you love and cherish. You've discovered a side of your wife… the evil side… and I can tell you love that part just as much as her innocent side." As she talked, she slowly licked along his length. Over his tip. Kissing him with soft warm kisses. "What else might you discover if you continue? Yes… Some discoveries are hard. Evil Amber is the part that loves Jack." She stroked him a moment, looking up at him seriously.

"You understand that, right? That's what she was explaining this morning."

"You… were eavesdropping?" Bill groaned, leaning back in his chair unable to protest Stacy's touch.

"Just a little. Sorry. I'm a naughty girl… maybe you'll need to punish me later." She grinned and gave him a wink before she kissed his tip again, coming away with a thin string of pre-cum. "But I heard enough. From what she told you. From what she told Jack. And from what she told me. Amber has two sides, Bill. And making her deny one… I'm not sure she could handle it. But… she loves you, and if that's what you wanted, she'd commit to it completely. That's who she is."

Bill groaned as Stacy kissed down, down, down, and then gently began sucking against his balls. "Fu… fuck Stacy…"

"God, your balls… oh fuck, Bill, your cock and balls are just so fucking beautiful." Stacy breathed warmly all over him and licked, sucked, bit gently against the wrinkly flesh before gliding her lips up to his tip.

"It's your choice, Bill. Amber will go along with it. Jack will too. And of course I'll respect anything you choose. It's your marriage. But Bill… " Stacy looked up at him. "Look at me." He did. "Think about everything you've discovered. Everything you've felt. Gotten to experience. Has it been worth it?"

Bill stared down at her for a moment. Silent. His cock throbbing in her hand, covered in her saliva and his dripping pre-cum. "Yeah… " He muttered, a bit defeated. "It's been worth it, Stac."

She nodded. He wasn't enthusiastic, but it was understandable. This was a lot to take in. To come to terms with. He'd had a vision for his marriage. A vision of where he'd go with Amber. How their lives would turn out. And now, that entire future and vision are gone. Erased. And that meant they had to build a new one. And that was bound to be difficult for anyone even in the best of circumstances, let alone when you added in another person.

"Drink your coffee, Bill," Stacy whispered, kissing along the underside of his shaft, eyes on him. "Drink your coffee. Watch the sunrise. And let me worship you. Sit back. Enjoy. No games. Just pleasure." With that, she swallowed his cockhead and felt her whole body quake with the taste of Bill's cock.

He sat back with a deep groan and, after a long moment, reached over and picked up his coffee. The feeling of Stacy's mouth was incredible. She clearly had the experience. Amber was amazing too, but Stacy was on another level. Maybe one day Amber would catch up, but until then… Stacy was the queen.

"Fuck… " He muttered and then… gathering all his poise and control, opened his eyes and looked out at the lake. The sun was red and coming up, reflecting off the calm waters. He sipped his coffee and listened to the soft sounds of trees and birds… and the slurping sounds of Stacy's moaning mouth as she swallowed him all the way to the hilt.

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Amber watched Stacy and Bill, peeking through the curtains, as her friend knelt before her husband in the early morning air, moving up and down with her mouth. Bill leaned back, eyes closed and sipped his coffee as he enjoyed the sensations of a cool morning, a rising sun, and a warm mouth.

Jealousy raged in her chest for just a minute. She let that feeling wash over her. Envelop her. And then… it burned away like the mists on the lake and left a yearning heat between her legs. The sight of Stacy, wearing only her flowery thong that was wedged up between her bouncy cheeks, and her breasts swaying as she moved along Bill's dick was almost… god it looked almost domestic.

Amber stifled a little gasp, hand over her mouth, watching them. It really looked like they were a couple. It was the plain panties. The casual nudity. Early morning warmth and intimacy. She watched… and watched…

Stacy pulled away from Bill's throbbing cock, dripping with her saliva and his pre-cum. Her breaths were slow and deep, her smile sweet. She stroked Bill up and down, gazing up at him.

"Like that, Billy? Hmm? Like my mouth?" She whispered, just loud enough for Amber to hear as she spied from the window.

"God, Stac… fuck, it feels good." He was trying to keep his breathing even. Amber had known Bill long enough to know when he was trying to keep control of his need to cum.

"You taste so good." Both her hands circled his length. Covering it completely. Unlike when she would jerk Jack off, that man's cock would require a whole other hand to cover it. But Stacy didn't seem to care that Bill was smaller. The look in her eyes was all praise. "Mmm, you wanna give me my breakfast, Bill? Hm. I could use some protein." Stacy giggled, breasts jumping.

Bill laughed with her, smiling, one hand holding his coffee and the other reaching down and brushing back her hair. "If that's what you want…"

Amber stared.

Domestic.

The word kept echoing, bouncing in her heart and head. The look in her friend's eyes… my god… it was adoration. She knew Stacy had a crush on Bill. But this seemed to go beyond even that. It was want Amber saw plastered all over Stacy's face.

She took a step back from the window, clutching her hands to her chest in thought. Stacy had been her friend for a long time, but only now was Amber realizing that she didn't know a whole lot about her. About her past. What she wanted in life. These past months, Stacy had become a staple of her love life. A sexual addition. But Amber hadn't really considered… Did Stacy want more? Need more? Was she facing the same dilemma as Amber was? Finding feelings for a man who was already taken? Like she had found feelings for a man even though she was taken?

For a minute she listened, hearing the soft sucking sounds of Stacy worshiping her husband's cock outside. That should be her. She should be the one outside giving her husband the domestic, peaceful-like pleasure of an early morning blowjob on the lake. And even though she'd been jealous, she couldn't find it in her heart to be angry with Stacy. In fact, she was almost thrilled.

Something was taking shape in her mind. Something that just might… well… she needed to think. There was still so much up in the air with her confession to Bill. To Jack. And now it seemed Stacy was in the mix. The fact that Amber had overlooked her friend in this capacity made her feel guilty. She'd have to talk to Stacy, get her alone and have some girl time. They needed to have a heart to heart.

Taking another quick peek out the window, seeing Bill's hand in Stacy's hair gently guiding her up and down as he took a slow drink of his coffee, Amber grabbed her own mug and went to the door.

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The feel of Stacy's mouth was incredible. Jack had been the one getting the most attention from Amber and Stacy's mouths. Bill had been lucky a few times, but not nearly as much as his flabby neighbor. It was unfair to say the least, but also stupidly arousing. To be denied. To have to watch that man get the sort of pleasure Bill craved and dreamed about, but may never get.

But now Stacy was on her knees. Her breasts hung beautifully, swaying as she sucked him deep to the root, hand gently fondling his balls as her tongue swirled around him. It was hard to concentrate. Sipping his coffee, trying to relax and just feel what Stacy was doing. He wanted to thrust. To fuck her mouth. To do all the things Jack had done to her and Amber.

Bill wanted to show Jack that he could be just as good.

That treacherous train of thought halted when the door to the cabin opened and Amber stepped out, smiling almost wickedly, holding a steaming mug of coffee. She wore a tight black tank top that was see-through and a cute pair of yellow cheeky panties that were clinging tightly to her mound and ass.

"Well… Looks like the expression, 'early bird gets the worm' is right, huh Stac?" Amber walked closer, swaying her hips, tits bouncing in her top as she held her coffee. Bill could tell by the sensual sway of his wife's body that this was Evil Amber he was dealing with. Or maybe it was a little bit of both, because the light in her eyes was innocent and playful as she slipped into the chair next to him.

"A… Amber, I… " Bill stammered, wanting to explain.

"What, honey?" She put her chin in her hand, elbow on the chair, and smiled at her husband mischievously. "Gonna try to explain away my best friend sucking your cock while you have early morning joe? Hm? I'd love to hear this one. Better make it good." There was a tiny, wicked gleam, a challenge, in her gaze.

Bill stared back at her for a moment, feeling Stacy's steady movements. Lips sucking against his shaft. Tongue lapping at his tip and head.

Why did he need to explain? To make some sort of excuse? That seemed unfair. But was Amber really asking? It was clear she was teasing, but how serious was it?

Amber leaned in close, her lips brushing Bill's ear. "Feel good, honey? Does Stacy's mouth feel as good as mine? Better?"

He couldn't hold back a groan as Stacy sucked hard, pulling her lips back along his shaft till he popped out. "B… better," he admitted.

His wife let out a laugh and looked down at Stacy. "Hear that, Stac? Bill thinks you're a better cocksucker than I am."

Stacy smiled, lips dripping and glistening with saliva. "Well, I do have a lot more experience. But if you're so offended, maybe you should get down here with me and show your husband what you've learned." The challenge in Stacy's gaze sent a chill down Bill's spine. He noticed Amber's nipples hardening under the shirt, pressing her piercings against the fabric.

"Oh yeah? You think he deserves to get a taste of what Jack and you have taught me?" Amber brushed her fingers against Bill's jawline.

"I think Bill deserves to be treated like a man. The man you married. The man you're asking to share you. What do you think, Amber? Don't you think Billy boy here deserves some treats? After all, he's watched you give yourself to Jack over and over. And now he tells me… you love him. That the dark part of you is in love with Jack."

Amber stared down at her friend, the playfulness having slipped away. She trembled slightly. Hearing her confession laid bare by someone else, in front of her husband, was painful. Bill met her gaze, worry and fear written all over him even as Stacy was stroking his dripping dick.

"Bill… " she whispered.

Her husband reached out and took her hand. "Amber… I love you. I… I'm still figuring this out… I don't have an answer… but… oh… holy fuck, Stacy I… uh fuck I'm trying to have a serious moment… " Bill groaned. Stacy was squeezing his cock shaft, tongue flicking against his tip over and over like a kitten lapping milk.

Amber burst out laughing, Stacy joining her. "Geez, Stac. Way to ruin the mood."

"No more heavy stuff. Come here and let's give Bill something to think about besides all this drama." Stacy reached up, grabbing hold of Amber's hand, pulling her down so she was kneeling right alongside her between Bill's legs. "Let's show Bill he's a man." Stacy leaned in and pulled Amber towards her, kissing her lips deep and firm.

Bill watched, his cock dripping and throbbing. He'd seen them kiss several times now, but this was much more up close and personal. Sensual even. Stacy gently pulled up Amber's top, exposing her breasts and the glittering piercings. Their lips pressed tightly against each other, and Stacy brought her breasts to press against Amber's, bare nipples rubbing against pierced.

It was only a minute, really. Watching them kiss and touch, rubbing against each other as if it were completely normal and natural. And then the kiss broke, their eyes met and then mutually turned to Bill. Every facet of their attention was now on him, and that alone was arousing enough for him to nearly blow his load.

Brushing back her hair, quickly tying it in a messy bun, Stacy mimicking Amber's idea, his wife grinned like a fox, eyes shining bright with lust. "Think you can handle us, Bill?" With her hair tied, she moved her hands to Bill's thighs, gently scratching her nails up along her strong, toned muscles and then tracing gently around the shallow V leading to his throbbing cock. But she didn't touch it. Her finger trailed along the side, teasing.

"Bill's a pretty capable man." Stacy grinned, giving him a wink before caressing her own hands along Bill's other thigh.

"Oh, I know. It's why I married him. Big. Strong. Smart." Amber looked up with pure adoration and love for Bill even as her eyes showed mischievous mirth. She could tell Bill was excited, not just from two beautiful topless women kneeling before him, but because of her words. The teasing. This last year had shown her not just a side of herself she was discovering, but of her husband too.

She wanted to explore her new side. This new aspect of her personality was emerging and growing, becoming an ingrained part of her. But as unsure as she was about it, about dipping her toes into this erotic darkness, she didn't want to do it alone. Bill needed to be by her side. He was her center. That odd dream she'd had… a dream that was repeating now when she slept, always had Bill as her pillar of stability. She loved him, and exploring this new side, Evil Amber, would be hollow without her man beside her.

On top of that, she wanted to help Bill explore what he was discovering too. This side of him that warred with desire and control, and giving it up. Allowing what belonged to him to be taken, stolen, owned by another. With his permission. His consent. Even when that consent was grudgingly given. Especially when it was given reluctantly to someone he didn't like.

Amber had no delusions about Bill and Jack ever becoming best buddies. Drinking pals. At best, she knew or hoped that they'd become reverent rivals. Respectful of their competition for Amber. That sort of rivalry you saw in old movies about men meeting on the battlefield, always fighting, but never winning. Always at a stalemate.

It would be complicated. Definitely not common. There would be no instruction book for this. No self-help bestseller about how to have a relationship like the one Amber found herself engaged in with her husband and Jack… and Stacy. Stacy had to be a part of it too. She wasn't going to leave her best friend out anymore. She wasn't going to treat her like some sex toy.

That made things even more complex.

Pushing those swirling thoughts aside, filing them away for later, Amber brought all her attention to her husband. It was time to play.

"I definitely think my husband is a very manly man." Amber grinned, leaning in to softly kiss along Bill's inner thigh. "But… " She darted her eyes to Stacy. "You can't deny Jack is much more than our Billy boy here."

Stacy giggled, tits bouncing. "Oh… that's for sure. Jack is much, much more. That fat cock is what real men are made of. Fat and thick. And those balls. God how much cum do you think he has?" Stacy trailed her lips along Bill's inner thigh next to Amber as they began escalating their teasing.

Amber chuckled and looked up at her husband as he watched her, cheeks flushed. "Oh, he has enough to make me drip… overflow… " She gently started stroking Bill's throbbing member. "Much, much more than my dear husband. But you like that, don't you, honey?" Her wedding ring glittered in the early morning light as she trailed her fingertips along his shaft. "You like that Jack fills my pussy up so much. So fucking full of his semen. Dripping out of my pretty bald slit… " Amber leaned in and gave a butterfly kiss to Bill's tip, making his cock jump.

Stacy let out a laugh. "Oh, he definitely liked that."

Bill blushed.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed, honey." Amber looked up at him sincerely. The shift between her evil teasing self and her sweet innocent wife self was becoming easier, more seamless. "It's okay to like it. To enjoy this."

"She's right, Bill." Stacy leaned in and gave his cock tip her own soft, warm butterfly kiss. "It's honest. This sort of thing… It needs honesty. Brutal honesty." Stacy sat back on her heels and looked up at Bill. "So be honest, Bill. Your wife is here. Your manhood isn't being challenged, though you might think it is. This is about you. What you want." She looked at her friend.

Amber sat back on her own heels, mimicking Stacy's posture as they both sat with their backs straight, breasts out and eyes on the man sitting before them with a beautiful, dripping, throbbing purple cock. "Bill… " She hesitated, her voice soft. "Do you want this? Do you want all of this? Me? Who I am… with you? With Jack? With Stacy?"

He couldn't speak. His senses were overwhelmed, and it seemed unfair to ask him this when they were kneeling like this in front of him. With his cock on edge. Still fresh off hearing his wife confess…

But who was he kidding… he'd already accepted this. All of it. That moment… the night before their anniversary. In bed. Condom on. Sliding into his wife… and then she whispered that word… cuck.

Bill let his head fall back, breathing hard and close to sobbing. He was a cuck. Everything inside him was screaming at him… all the negative, toxic, stigmatized visuals and narratives associated with that term were washing over him. Was he really pathetic? Weak? Beta? Were those even accurate at all to what being a cuck was?

Was that what he would be? Locked in a cage? Denied? Pushed aside… and by someone like Jack? Fuck it made him furious… and… his cock was throbbing, pumping out pre-cum in streams as the girls watched him patiently.

"I… I'm not… I'm not weak," he rasped, looking down at Amber.

Amber's eyes widened, and she was on her feet and wrapping her arms around her husband tight. "NO! God no Bill. Fuck… you're the strongest man I know. Body and soul, baby. You're not weak. This isn't weakness." She kissed his cheeks, his face, his forehead. Covering him with love. "It's strength, Bill. Confessing this is what you want? Enduring it. The ability to watch it happen and never have your love for me waver. It's strength. Honesty. Like Stacy said." Her lips met his softly.

"There's weakness too, Bill. Allowing yourself to give in. Submit to this. This lifestyle and the limits put upon you. The things you're forced to watch or denied." Stacy put her hands on Bill's knees, trying to help anchor him. To keep him from spiraling. "It's a balance. And not many people can do it. But if anyone can… it's you, Bill. You and Amber. You love each other and trust each other. Has your trust in Amber wavered even a little through all of this? When she confessed about Jack, did your trust in her get shaken?"

"No." Bill wrapped his arms around Amber, face pressing between her breasts. "Never. I trust you. I do. Jack… I… don't… know…"

Amber pulled away, holding her husband's shoulder and looking into her husband's red-rimmed eyes. "You don't need to trust Jack. You need to trust me. Trust me to stay in control. Trust me to set the boundaries and rules. And even if he gives orders. Even if it seems like he's in control. I'm the one who is submitting to him. But before that, I submit to you. I will listen to your wants, your needs, because I want to give you a good show. To fuel your fantasy and desire. Your getting aroused and excited in this is just as important as any pleasure I or Jack receive. And in my submission… you submit too. To me and for me. But if he ever… EVER… hurts you or demeans you in a way we haven't agreed on, then I'm revoking that privilege. We will make sure Jack knows that. I'm pretty sure he already does. But we will solidify that, I promise. And the safe word will always apply. Forever. The moment you say it, we stop. We can end it."

They stared into each other's eyes, trying to read the complicated emotions rushing through them like wildfires left unchecked.

Stacy watched them. She could see fire. It needed to be a controlled burn, not a fire left to rage and consume. This was a moment when they put up the proper barriers. Established the proper conditions. This was pivotal. A moment she'd had once a long time ago and failed.

Bill took Amber's hand, bringing her wedding ring to his lips and kissing it softly. "I love you, Amber. Always have. Always will. And… It's hard. This… this is so hard, but… I trust you. I do. And… it's… embarrassing isn't the right word, but it's close enough. I'm embarrassed to admit I want it. I want to do this. All of it. Completely. Not just… not just this weekend. But… as long as we can. As long as it's… appropriate."

Amber was nodding, smiling devotedly. "Yes honey. I want that too. And I want it with Jack. Can you live with that?" She put a hand on his chest, over his heart. "My heart belongs to you. I made a vow when we married. I'll never break it. I'll forsake all others. You're my one. But this new life… this unknown part of me… it wants more. Needs more. And I think you want that too. Need it too. Jack brought it out. Intentionally or not. He was a selfish asshole when we started. Just wanting my mouth and pussy. But… it's changed. I've changed. So have you. This is more than sex now. It's us."

Quiet fell. Soft chirping of birds and the breeze drifting off of the lapping waves of the lake washed over them. Calming them. Their hearts hammered, but slowly synced as they touched each other. Held each other.

Stacy kept her hands on Bill, keeping him steady and still. Joining in this important moment as her friends solidified their marriage in a whole new manner. It was almost sacred, and she was a part of it. Kneeling before them, witnessing their commitment.

Finally, Bill nodded. He let out a deep… deep breath. Letting out a frustration and fear that he'd been holding for he wasn't sure how long. Maybe since this entire thing began. That first night he sent his wife to give another man her mouth. Now here they were, their whole marriage and relationship changed. And he just couldn't deny it anymore. He wanted it. He loved it. And he was ready for the ride.

Amber rubbed her hand slowly along her husband's chest. She could feel his muscles loosen. A weight vanishing from him that had been present, and she hadn't even noticed. His acceptance of this… of her and Jack… of herself and this new part of her… made her heart swell. Her love for him bloomed and burned and flashed like fireworks.

"I love you so fucking much, Bill." She breathed.

He smiled and chuckled. "I love you so fucking much too." They stared at each other like young lovers confessing for the first time.

"What are you, Bill?" Amber's smile twisted slightly, foxish and wicked.

Bill met her flashing stare and steeled himself. "Your cuck."

Amber nodded, humming softly in delight. "Yes, you are. My sweet cuck." She leaned in and softly kissed his lips. "Does my cuck need some release? Hm? Stacy and I have been teasing you this morning. But you've been a good boy… you've suffered so much. Pain that I don't like seeing you carry. Not the kind of pain your dear hotwife wants to inflict. So… does my little Billy boy want some release?"

Bill groaned. The shift in his wife's personality was swift and brutal. But oh so delicious. He glanced down at Stacy, and her grin was wide and tempting.

"How about it, Billy? Want some release? That cock looks like it's painfully hard. You've endured our teasing very well. Patiently. You've shown us you're more of a man than we thought. So… " She slowly wrapped her hand around his base and squeezed hard, making his already engorged, purplish cock throb and deepen to a dark brutal purple.

He groaned, arching slightly out of the chair.

Amber reached down, placing her hand around her husband's cock. Her wedding ring showing. The two women squeezed him firmly. "Mmmm, so hard for me. For Stacy. Good boy. Ask us to give you some release, baby. I wanna hear how much you want this. Want to cum for us."

"Fuck… oh fucking god Amber… Stacy… fuck please… I've been holding it back… but I need to cum." He confessed, gripping the arms of the chair.

"Mmmm, you need to cum for us. Cum for your naughty cheating wife and her best friend." Amber bit her lip, staring down at her husband's throbbing dick, squeezing it as if she wanted to ruin his orgasm. Part of her wanted to. To fully make Bill embrace this new life. Because sometimes… at least she'd read about it… sometimes a cuck didn't get to have a pleasant orgasm. The wife would ruin it, making him cum, but feel less fulfilled. Making sure he knew that his pleasure was in her control.

But Amber knew how hard this was. Bill was accepting… but it was still hard. And it was difficult for her too. There was still a lot to discuss. To work through. But for now, they'd reached another level. And Bill deserved something good.

Together, the girls stroked Bill, slow and firm. He squirmed in his seat as his orgasm began to bubble in his balls and made his muscles tense. Stacy suddenly reached out and grabbed her coffee cup, the brew still steaming. Amber saw what she was doing, laughed wickedly and grabbed her own mug and together they placed them below Bill's cock as they began to milk him.

"Give me some cream, Bill," Stacy hissed. "I love cream in my coffee. Give me yours. Come on, little cuck. Shoot your hot, thick cream into my morning brew. I want it, you fucking pathetic little cuck." Her words were sharp and harsh, but the playful note was still there under the surface.

"You know I love how you taste, Bill. Not as good as Jack, of course. But I think you're so sweet and yummy. Do it. Cum in our coffee." Amber giggled.

And it was that little laugh that pushed Bill over the edge. He let out a deep groan that echoed off the lake and surrounding trees. His cum shot out and somehow Stacy and Amber angled him so that his first spurt splashed into Stacy's coffee mug, directly into her drink.

"Great aim, Billy!" She laughed.

Another shot. Thick white splashing into her coffee. Then they yanked his cock, still throbbing, and he burst three times into Amber's mug. He was gasping, feeling dizzy. The intensity of his orgasm crashing through him made everything shake. Two more shots burst out from him and… fuck, they covered Stacy's beautiful tits. Dripping down along her sloping breasts, one trail gathering around her hard pink nipple and dripping down in a long sticky string.

Amber and Stacy let go of Bill's shrinking cock. It twitched. More cum leaking out in little drips and drops as they both got up and stood in front of him. Bill slumped into his chair, gasping and scrubbing a hand through his hair trying to stop the world from spinning.

When the world finally stabilized, he looked up at the women and saw them looking down at him with sparkling eyes, drinking deeply from their mugs that now contained not only warm brewed coffee but warm thick cum.

"Mmmm. Just the sweetness I needed. Perfect." Stacy smiled, shivering slightly, making her tits jiggle and the cum that was dripping down her chest slide further down along her stomach.

"I know! So good. I'll have to remember this next time we run out of creamer at home. Think you can manage to put some cream in my coffee before you go to work, Bill? Or maybe I'll have to get a better man to do it. Jack's got a lot of cum. And it tastes way better." With a scandalous wink, Amber turned, Stacy following, and started walking back to the door. They made sure their hips swayed, asses bouncing teasingly.

"I know, right?" Stacy was saying, gossiping like a schoolgirl. "I mean, Jack's is like that sweet cream in Italian coffee or something. Bill's is nice… but it's more like that generic vanilla you get from the grocery store… " Her voice, along with Amber's, vanished as they both casually walked back inside, leaving Bill sitting in his chair, flaccid cock out in the morning cool.

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Stacy and Amber went to the downstairs bathroom, a large room with a whirlpool tub, glass shower, and long vanity with a mirror surrounded by lights. They put down their coffee, Amber going and sitting down on the toilet to pee while Stacy pulled out a wash rag from one of the cabinets and began to wipe Bill's cum from her chest.

"Did we go too far?" Amber asked, sitting innocently with her knees together, biting her lip.

"Honey… I don't think he would have cum that much if it was too far." Stacy grinned, picking up her coffee and taking a slow deliberate drink, looking straight into her friend's eyes as she continued to wipe Amber's husband's cum from her tits.

"You're so perverted." Amber put her face in her hands, giggling.

"Says the woman that just milked her husband's cum into her coffee!" Stacy stuck out her tongue.

"You did it first, slut!" Amber laughed, quickly wiping and flushing, standing back up and pulling on her panties. "God, I can't believe we did that… " She washed her hands and picked up her coffee, taking a slow sip that made her shiver. "It is pretty kinky, though. I can taste it." She sighed. "Fuck, I love Bill's cum."

"Me too. Though it's stickier than Jack's… god it won't come off!" Stacy scrubbed at some of the drying spots of Bill's semen.

"Here. Let me help." She came close, taking the washcloth and getting it wet again, then slowly began scrubbing it along the rise of Stacy's fantastic tits. "Geez, he really did let it rip, didn't he. Even after cumming in me this morning."

"You bring it out of him. That's for sure." Stacy grinned. Amber blushed.

"God, Stac… we are really doing this, aren't we. Cuckolding. I mean… it's been sort of a game till now. Our anniversary. This weekend. It's just been… fun. But… it's serious now, isn't it?" She stroked the rough cloth along Stacy's nipple, making it stand erect.

"Yeah. It's serious. And… I know this is fun, Amber. But you have to take it seriously too. People who play around with this stuff, who just see it as fun and games… it can really destroy them. Marriages end because of this stuff. Because boundaries and feelings aren't respected and discussed. You have to check in with Bill. Every time. After every event or session or whatever you wanna call it. You HAVE to. Check his emotions. His feelings. Hear his honest thoughts even if it's not what you want to hear. You can't half-ass this." Stacy's voice was firm even as she sucked in a shivering breath, feeling Amber tenderly rubbing the cloth along her nipple more than necessary.

"Stac… how do you know all this? You sound like some sort of therapist or like you've got experience." Amber continued rubbing her friend's nipple absently as she took a drink of her inseminated coffee and looked up at her with searching eyes.

"I… Well, it's because I do." Stacy confessed, taking a steadying breath, feeling her friend tease her nipple. She picked up her own coffee and sipped it as they stood awkwardly. Silently. Her friend touched her breasts tenderly with the rough cloth.

"You've never really told me much about… well, about before you came to work at the hospital. And I never pushed. I understand if it's hard. Everyone's got their private life. Though I guess my private life is an open book to you now. Not many secrets anymore. But that doesn't mean you have to tell me anything if you're not ready." Amber dropped the cloth to the counter, leaving her friend's chest clean and nipples poking out hard and needy.

Stacy hesitated. Talking about her past wasn't all that appealing. But… considering what was going on in her friend's life, and her own experiences with something similar, what would be the point of hiding it? Amber had bared her soul. It was only fair Stacy should do the same, especially if it could help.

"I'll give you the Cliff Notes." She sat down on the edge of the tub with her coffee, exhaling.

Amber came and sat down next to her, quietly waiting for her friend to continue.

"I never told you I was married, did I?" It was a statement that made Amber's eyes grow wide. "It's not something I talk about much. It didn't last long. Little over a year. We got married really young, like… sophomore year of college. A whirlwind romance." Stacy looked wistful for a moment. "His name was Dustin. Nice boy. A lot like Bill, but less responsible and dependable. When we were in college, we called that sort of behavior 'having a free spirit'. Pretty lame excuse to be stupid if you ask me."

"But… anyway. Like Bill, Dustin was a bit kinky. Always having these fantasies about threesomes and whatnot. And I've never been a prude. So I was totally on board. But he never went through with it. He was all talk. No action. And that was fine. Pretending and talking about it was fun in its own way. But it wasn't until we got deeper into the kinky talk that I realized all his fantasies were about bringing in another guy. Not a male, female, female threesome, but a male, female, male one. And come to find out… he really wanted to watch." She raised an eyebrow and looked at Amber, a somber smile on her lips. "Sound familiar?"

"A bit. Yeah," Amber confessed, bringing her mug to her lips.

"Well… it didn't take long… like, six months into our marriage, before he really started talking about it seriously. Before it was just play. But he really wanted to see it. To see me taken. Fucked. And I can't say that was much of a surprise. Plenty of guys wanted to fuck me, and I'm sure plenty would have considered themselves lucky to get to watch. So… we did it. I'll spare you the complicated details of going online at the time. Way different than nowadays finding a guy who was close and clean and not too shady. His name was Clint. Burly rugby player. Big dick. Pretty stereotypical. He had all the bravado and arrogance that most sports boys have."

She stopped for a moment, looking down into her coffee as if remembering. "We arranged it. We fucked. Dustin was there. He participated a little, but mostly he sat and jerked off. Clint was fairly experienced in things like this. He'd fucked plenty of guys' girlfriends at parties, and several of them had done exactly what Dustin did. So he played to his strengths and taunted Dustin. Nothing overly mean, mind you. In terms of cuckolding or whatever, he was pretty civil with Dustin."

"But Dustin loved it. God, I've never seen him cum so much. And… that was it… we dove right in. He loved watching. I loved sex. And Clint was more than happy to be the cock to help us both." Stacy put down her coffee and turned to Amber, reaching out and taking her friend's hands. "But we didn't know what we were doing. Not a clue. We never talked about it. About boundaries. Clint took me however he wanted, and Dustin never spoke up when he was uncomfortable. The only time we talked about anything was at home when he was getting off to me telling him how it felt. But even then I missed the pain in his eyes, Amber. I… missed so many signs." Her face drooped, and she let out a soft whimper. It was just a singular moment of weakness, and then she was taking a deep breath and meeting her friend's gaze again.

"Our marriage fell apart faster than it began. I kept meeting Clint because that's what I thought Dustin wanted. Clint didn't care about me or about Dustin. He was getting his jollies off, and that was good enough. And Dustin… he… he grew depressed. He thought I didn't love him anymore. That I viewed him as pathetic. Mostly because we threw that word around during our cuckolding sessions freely and without consideration. We never took the time when things were quiet and calm to reconnect. To talk through feelings. Hurt. Jealousy. Lust. All of it. To Dustin, it became a sledgehammer, breaking him down one strike at a time."

Stacy leaned forward, elbows on her knees and face in her hands. "You should have seen his face at the end, Amber. So defeated. He really was pathetic. But only because I'd made him that way. Because we let it all get away from us. We thought it was just sex. Fun. But it was so much more. And for my part… I was empty inside. Giving myself to Clint… I didn't hate it but I was doing it for Dustin. And at some point, pretty quickly honestly, it lost its appeal. But if he liked it, then I wanted to give him what he wanted. I never thought about telling him my needs and wants. Fuck, we really should have gotten premarital counseling. Or maybe we just shouldn't have gotten married so quickly and young. Stupid decisions all around, really."

A long pause followed as Stacy sat, face in her hands, breathing slowly. Softly. "The affair… cuckolding, it went on for about… I think nearly half our marriage. That last horrible half. It tore us apart. Broke us down. And when Dustin served me with the divorce papers, it hit me like a hurricane. I had no idea things were that bad. He said it was for the best. That I could go and be happy with Clint. Fuck… he actually thought I had fallen in love with that dickish brute. Jack may be a bastard at times, but he's got some humanity in him. Clint was a walking meathead with the emotional intelligence of a moldy meatball. But Dustin thought I loved him because of how good he made me feel in bed. How I joined in the mocking, humiliating dirty talk that was wounding him more than I knew."

Tears started to drip down her face. "I tried to talk him out of it. But he wouldn't budge. He was broken Amber. I broke him. We broke each other. All because we didn't communicate. We didn't check in with each other and make sure we were on the same page. In the end, we were on different planets. So, I signed the papers. I let him go. Of course, with Dustin out of the picture, I stopped seeing Clint immediately. There was no point. I'd done it all for my husband, and now he was gone. God… fuck Amber… if I'd known just how badly I'd hurt him…"

Amber was beginning to tremble. She could sense something big… something terrible coming.

"About… about five months after our divorce… things were mostly normal. School. Social life. It all sort of evened out. We hadn't been married all that long, so we really didn't have any habits to break. I missed him. I felt stupid. But I was getting better, just settling into being single again. And then… then… I got a call. From the hospital."

Amber cringed.

"He'd taken too many of his anti-depressants. A handful or more. And he'd drank several beers along with it. The doctors said he was probably lucky… his heart stopped while he was sleeping." Stacy said it all with her hands over her mouth and eyes staring at the floor, flooded with tears. "I had no… no idea… " She was hiccupping. "He was so… depressed… so sad… because he thought… he thought another man… had stolen me… ripped me away… and it was because… because he wanted some stupid kinky fantasy; he blamed himself. And he thought… he thought everything me and Clint said… everything we said was true. He didn't… we never… I never told him it was just for the fantasy. For the kink. I never reminded him I loved him. We never worked through the big moments and emotions."

For a long minute, Stacy sat and sobbed quietly. Amber leaned in and wrapped her arms around her friend. She realized her shirt was still pulled up, breasts out and now pressing against Stacy's side. But that didn't matter. Amber ran her hands through Stacy's hair, trying to calm her down.

"I lost someone I loved, Amber… because this lifestyle… It can be dangerous. But it can be good too. The first few times… it was amazing. But we didn't handle it properly." She looked at Amber, face hard with resolve. "I'm not going to let you and Bill ruin your lives like I did. I won't let Bill end up like Dustin. So, you need to listen to me. The biggest, most important thing you can and should do is always talk to Bill. Pull him aside after things are done and talk. Argue. Scream at each other if necessary. But don't be silent. Don't be afraid to expose yourselves. Because this lifestyle, it's about being raw. Unfiltered. Free. Trusting. You have to trust each other and be solid in your love, or it's going to blow up right in your face."

Sitting quietly, Amber held Stacy as she whimpered. The emotions of the morning overwhelming. She felt the urge to cry too, but Stacy's words kept her eyes dry. Her friend was right. They'd been playing with fire and had been lucky that their whole lives hadn't burned down. But now they were aware. They saw the flames. They felt the heat. And instead of letting that blaze run free, they were going to contain it. Amber was the fuel for the flames. Jack and Bill were the flint and steel that sparked the fire. And Stacy… she was the lifeline, the barrier, the watchful eyes of someone ready to temper the flames and put out the fire. They were a team.

She pulled Stacy closer, burying her face in her friend's hair, breathing her in for a moment as they held onto each other.

"No more playing." Amber whispered into her friend's temple. "This is real. We won't play." Stacy was nodding against her, face buried in Amber's chest as her sobs began to subside. "I don't think I deserve a friend like you, Stacy. Who else would stand in our way, try to save our marriage so selflessly?"

Stacy sniffed and gently pulled herself away, sitting up straight again and wiping the last few tears from her eyes. "I… it's not completely selfless." She breathed. "And more than just… having lived through it. Through the mess this can become." Cheeks flushing, Stacy caught Amber's eyes. "If we… If I'm going to help you, if we are in this together, if you want me here, then I'll be honest too."

Amber sat quietly, holding her friend's hand, and listened.

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Bill's legs were like jelly when he finally stood up, pulling up his sweatpants. He was a mess and needed a shower. This whole morning was a rollercoaster. As if everything were coming to a head. Moving towards whatever inevitable end that awaited them, careening fast and furious. Emotions were bubbling up. Truths and confessions. This entire weekend was just supposed to be kinky fun. But now it was serious. Far more treacherous than they originally thought or could have even suspected.

He grabbed his coffee, now cold after sitting for several minutes just staring out at the lake. Something about being in the calm, quiet of nature… naked (or close enough) felt almost Biblical. Like he was back in the Garden. But things weren't so innocent. It wasn't just him and Amber. There was a lumbering, big dicked troll. And a seductive nymph.

You're mixing your mythologies, Bill. Your Sunday school teacher would be appalled. Bill chuckled to himself as he walked back inside.

There were no signs of Amber or Stacy. The cabin was quiet. He checked the time on the oven clock. It was only eight. There was a whole day ahead of them. But whereas before he'd been almost sure of what would happen, with last night's revelations and this morning's confessions, Bill wasn't sure where all of this would lead.

He'd admitted that this was what he wanted. And it was the truth. But there was still something… something raw and angry sitting on his chest that he couldn't tame.

Putting his mug into the sink, he stood with his hands against the counter staring out the window at the trees. Peaceful. Steady. Calm. Even if this weekend had turned into a makeshift therapy session, a cliche weekend of confessions like from some old feel good drama, Bill had to admit that the adages about the tranquility of the forest and nature were true. He felt the air cleansing his body. The light burning away the blackness that had been bubbling inside him, that he hadn't realized was there.

They could make this work. He wanted it to work. It was so strange. So contradictory to how he'd been raised. But he'd shown these tendencies when he was in college, dating Sarah. But she hadn't been of the same mind. He had Amber now… and this beautiful, wonderful woman was eager and embracing his depravity. Not only that, she had her own depravity, and he was eager to embrace it in turn. They were made for each other. Or at least as close as you could get.

Creaking floorboards ripped Bill away from his contemplations, turning to look at the stairs and watch as Jack came lumbering down in a ratty t-shirt and boxers. His gut hung out below the shirt, hairy and jiggling as if he were Santa letting it all hang out after his hard work on Christmas. The man yawned loudly, mouth wide, scratching at his armpit as he came shuffling into the kitchen with a sleepy smile.

"Mornin' Bill." He sounded a bit ragged.

Bill's fist clenched. Was he exhausted because he'd been fucking Amber late into the night?

"Ah, good. Coffee. Gonna need the pick me up." He pulled out the carafe and poured himself a cup, splashing cream and sugar into it before turning back to Bill with a cocky smile. "Sleep well?"

"Fine," Bill muttered, pulling his gaze away from the lard bucket of a man that… God, that his wife was in love with.

But not IN love with. Not like she loves you. It's lust and desire. It's a part of her. And you love ALL of your wife, even the parts you may never fully understand.

The weight on his chest pressed harder.

"Where are the girls?" Jack looked around.

"Not sure." Bill just couldn't bring himself to say more than the bare minimum to the man… that heaviness in his chest was worse. It was growing.

"Well, I guess I better go find them. I woke up with a hard on and…"

It happened in a flash. Bill barely realized what he was doing. Jack was putting down his mug as he was speaking. That was lucky. If he'd been holding it, what happened next would have been worse.

Bill turned, fist clenched and rammed it into Jack's fat stomach. His neighbor's eyes bulged. Breath wheezed, and he spewed out the little bit of coffee he still had in his mouth. Jack stumbled backwards, grabbing hold of the counter to stop himself from falling.

That was a mistake.

Another punch landed on Jack's jaw, making his head snap to the right, his grip faltering, allowing him to fall to the floor. A meatball rolling across the floorboards as he groaned.

Bill wasn't done. He came forward and slugged the man's gut again, making Jack cough and gag as bile threatened to rise up. As he rolled onto his back, trying to regain some sort of sense, Jack stared up at Bill just as his neighbor's fist slammed into his face and made everything go black.

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"Oh."

The sound of Stacy's soft moan echoed off the bathroom walls as she lay back on the ledge of the whirlpool tub. One leg was tented on the edge and her other was hanging off the side, Amber kneeling between her open thighs with her face buried in Stacy's pussy.

Her panties were discarded, tossed somewhere and possibly lost like so many left socks were lost in the dryer. But she didn't care. The feeling of Amber's warm tongue was all that mattered.

Amber gripped her friend's hips, dragging her rough tongue along Stacy's smooth labia, tasting her arousal. Bitter and sweet. So warm and mouth-watering. She could smell her friend's pussy, the aroma so intoxicating, something Amber never thought she'd enjoy, but was quickly coming to love just as much as sucking cock.

"F… fuck Amber… oh my god… " Stacy whimpered softly, hands reaching down and fingers gliding through her hair.

"Mmmm, you taste so good, Stac. Are you wet because you're still thinking about sucking off my husband? Hm? You know I should really be jealous about that. Sucking him without my consent." Amber peeled open her friend's labia, thumb on either side of her mound and staring into Stacy's warm pink center.

"Yeah… mmm yes, I am thinking about it." Stacy confessed.

"You're such a slut. Isn't it enough that I share my Daddy with you? That you get to suck and fuck his magnificent cock? You want to have my husband too?" She traced a finger around Stacy's clit and dragged it down to her spasming tunnel, pushing gently as she explored.

"Oh, God… God fuck… Amber… I can't help it… I… " She was trembling.

Amber bit her lip, pressing her finger into her friend's pussy slowly. Feeling Stacy's burning tightness around her finger. Thinking about what she'd just confessed, right at the tail end of an emotional memory.

"I think I'm in love with Bill." She'd said it calmly. Matter of factly. Looking right into Amber's eyes.

She'd known Stacy had a crush on Bill. But to realize the depth of feelings her friend had… and on top of what she'd just confessed to her husband, why had things become so complicated? Amber was in love with Bill, her husband. But the Whore of Babylon part of her was in love with Jack. And now Stacy had feelings for Bill. And… and, and, and, there was always an and now. And, Amber realized she had feelings for Stacy too. She'd need to sit down like she used to do in grade school and diagram out the complex relationships she was now involved in.

Her finger sank deep and steady into her friend's tunnel, making her groan and arch up off the edge of the tub. "Is Jack's cock not enough for you? Hm?" Amber teased, but she honestly wanted the answer too.

It felt like whiplash as they were engaged like this, having just come off of Stacy telling her about her traumatic past. About her love and loss. How after Dustin's passing she'd gone into a bit of a spiral and become a loose party girl. Thankfully, she'd maintained her grades, graduating and moving on to Med School. But for a while, she hopped from man to man, and added in women along the way. Never settling. Never letting herself get too invested. Because she was scared.

"Bill makes me feel safe. I don't know how to explain it. And I don't just mean him. I mean, you too. Both of you together. You're like… I see your relationship and it's what I wanted to have but let slip away." Those words kept sounding softly in the back of Amber's mind even as she rubbed her thumb around Stacy's clit and pushed her finger deeper to the second knuckle.

"I… can't help it." Stacy gasped, her hands moving to her breasts, caressing and pinching her nipples. "His cock is so nice, Amber. God, it's perfectly proportioned and sculpted. Jack may be a fucking monster, but your husband… god he knows how to use his dick."

Amber couldn't argue with that. Bill was great in bed. There was plenty to love about him, in the bedroom and out.

"So you wanna steal my husband from me? Is that it, you whore?" She thrust her finger deep into Stacy's cunt, pressing the pad of her thumb against her clit hard.

Stacy gasped loudly. "Yes! Fuck… oh god Amber… yes… I want Bill. I want… what you have… so bad. So fucking bad. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But I do. Please… please."

Amber started thrusting her finger in and out at a steady pace. Watching Stacy writhe and moan. She grinned at her friends' pleasure and couldn't really deny she would love to see Stacy fucking Bill again. There'd been brief glimpses of it on their anniversary night. But she hadn't been focused solely on watching them. Jack had been fucking her hard and deep and jealously.

"You're such a slut. Fucking whore." Amber growled seductively.

"Takes… takes one to know one, bitch." Stacy grinned as she panted.

"Guess we are two birds of a feather then." Amber leaned in and lapped her tongue against Stacy's engorged clit.

"Fuck! Fuck oh… God Amber, please… " Stacy whimpered softly, ass smacking against the side of the tub as she arched and fell back.

"You want my husband? Huh? You want me to share my Daddy and the man I married? Do you think you deserve it?" Amber started thrusting her finger in and out firmly into her friend's burning hole. It was slick and tight, squeezing her finger hard.

"Oh God, God yes… yes I want them both. I want you too. All of us. I want… us to be together. Fucking… sucking… kissing… licking. All of it. God Amber, I want a life with you too… " She whimpered, biting her lip and letting her head lull back. "I want this fucked up life… twisted… dangerous… fucking perverted… and… you want it too." Stacy looked down at Amber between her thighs. "Admit it… you want it too."

Amber bit her lip and nodded without a moment's hesitation. "Yeah. I want it. I wanna tease and torture my husband. I want him to watch me get fucked and fuck. To watch me with Jack. With you and wish he were that lucky." She kissed along Stacy's waist. "And then I want to curl into bed with him and kiss him and make love to him. To tell him he's the best man and husband any woman could have." Her eyes glistened as she moved down and kissed Stacy's clit. "And I want to guide his beautiful cock into your pussy as we confess our love, and you ride him, giving him the sensual attention he craves, but I'll never let him have. Because my lustful side belongs to Jack. But you… " She giggled. "You're a free agent, Stac. And you can go wild with him so he doesn't feel left out or abandoned."

Stacy shook, biting her lip, letting the pleasure of Amber kissing along her labia and pushing her finger inside slow and deep. "Mmmm, let me take care of him while you ignore him." She giggled and looked down at Amber, whose eyes were shining with that new lustful light that was quickly becoming a part of her personality.

Purring softly, letting her tongue roam around her friend's slit, Amber imagined for a moment… what would it be like to be fully immersed in this. All four of them. Together. Some sort of… polycule, she thought it was called. How would it work? Could it work?

"Mmmm, cat got your tongue, Amber?" Stacy pushed herself up, hand reaching out and running her fingers through Amber's hair.

Amber didn't realize she'd stopped. Her finger was lingering inside Stacy, but her mouth had stopped and she was simply breathing warmth onto her friend. She looked up at her, meeting curiosity with her own confusion. "Can… Can this work, Stacy? Can it really work?"

Stacy reluctantly pulled Amber's hand away, slipping her finger out of her slick mound. She pulled Amber up to sit next to her. "I don't know." She admitted. "Sex… sexuality… It's dangerous, Amber. But it's so great too. I think the best we can do is try. Be honest. Be open. No secrets. And it's going to be hard and raw and painful. But I think… " She held Amber's hands tight. "I think it's worth it. Don't you?"

With a deep sigh, Amber leaned her head against Stacy's shoulder. "Do you really love Bill?" It wasn't accusatory, but quiet curiosity.

"Yeah. I think I do. But, just like you love Jack, it's not me trying to steal him. I love him because he loves you. I see how he takes care of you. How he's indulging this dark side. It doesn't hurt that his dick is nice too." Stacy laughed as Amber slapped her tit. "It's true. But you know that."

"Yeah… I do." Amber chuckled and brushed her hair away from her face. "This is kinda messed up, isn't it?"

Stacy nodded.

"Maybe we are just a bunch of horny freaks." Amber mused with a grin.

"Well, I know I am. And Jack certainly thinks with his dick more than that thick skull. Bill… Well, he's probably the most grounded of us, but he's a deviant too. And then there's you." Stacy leaned in with a salacious grin. "You're a fucking whore."

Amber met the tempting glare with her own burning, lustful gaze. "Only because Jack's big cock made me one. And then you pushed me further down into it. Making me think with my vagina."

Stacy moved closer, her smile widening. "You love it."

"Yeah," Amber breathed, moving even closer and tilting her head, letting Stacy's lips come to within an inch of her own.

"You want more." Stacy whispered and gently flicked her tongue out, touching Amber's bottom lip lightly.

"I want it all, Stac. Bill's cock and his love. Jack's fat dick and how he makes me feel like a primal sexual woman. And you… I want you. Your tits and your pussy and your ass… I want to know the pleasure only a woman can give and know." They were breathing hot and moist into each other's faces and after another lingering second, they closed the distance and pressed their lips hard against each other.

A loud thump echoed through the cabin, emanating from the kitchen, but Amber and Stacy missed it. Their lips and tongues meeting, the only sounds they were aware of was their own breaths and moans as they pulled each other closer, tits rubbing each other and slowly slipping off the side of the tub to the bathroom floor.

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Bill tossed a frozen bag of peas to Jack, slumping down next to him against the cabinets. He flexed his fist, looking at his brazed knuckles, feeling the soreness in his hand and then gently knocked his head back against the cabinets.

With a groan like a whining pig, Jack put the peas against his face. As hard as Bill had hit him, it didn't look like it was going to leave a mark beyond the lingering redness. But it still hurt, and that was clear by Jack's cringing face and his hand rubbing against his stomach.

"You know you deserved it," Bill muttered, shutting his eyes and sighing.

"Yeah… well… guess I can't argue with that… " Jack grumbled, sucking in cringing breaths.

"Been waiting to do that since the bar. Whoever that fella was you cucked, just beat me to it." Bill grinned, feeling a wash of satisfaction as he glanced over at his neighbor.

Jack looked back at him for a moment and then started to chuckle. It twisted into a groan and a choked out cough. "Fine… fair enough."

They sat quietly, the way that only men can, with a lingering sense of understanding between them. A settling of nerves and frustrations. Jack moved his jaw, testing its tenderness, and tonguing his teeth to make sure Bill hadn't knocked any loose.

"She's my wife, Jack," Bill finally said. It was firm. Rigid. Unquestioning.

Jack nodded, keeping the peas against his cheek. "Yeah. I know. Lucky man, Bill. A flabby man like me isn't gonna change that."

"And yet… " Bill looked over at him, eyes narrowed. "She's in love with you. And… she says you're in love with her."

The way Jack's face paled made something warm and satisfying run through Bill's veins. He clenched his fists again.

"Well… I mean… " The man began to stutter.

"Truth, Jack. We're beyond lying at this point. So if you don't want me to give you more than just a bruised cheek and a sore stomach, don't you fucking dare try to skirt around things now." Bill's voice was sharp and dangerous.

Jack sighed and slumped forward. "Fine. Yeah… I do. I mean… not like you love her. And obviously not like she loves you. It's… I… Listen, Bill. I've never really been much for relationships. I've always looked like this in some way. So you can imagine not many women would be attracted or even tempted to come near me, let alone date or consider a relationship. But I give them a flash of my dick and… well, I get some opportunities. They never care about me, it's just what's between my legs."

Even though Jack seemed to be allowing himself to be vulnerable, there was a clear smirk on his face when he straightened up, taking a slow breath.

"With Amber… that's all it was supposed to be. That night when I caught her trying to give you a present. I was just gonna watch. Figured I'd get a show. Then it all went sideways. And when she came back out and… well, I thought of her as just another quick fun conquest. Not that I was gonna steal her. What would I even do with a woman like Amber, let alone any woman? I'm retired. I've got more than I need. But I'm in no place, never have been, to maintain some sort of lasting relationship. It's never been me."

Bill watched the man as he spoke, gauging how authentic and true his neighbor was being. Was this just another manipulation? What would be the point if it was?

"Things escalated fast with you and her. I saw an opportunity to get my dick wet. And when would I ever get another chance to have something going with a woman as beautiful as your wife? I've fucked around town a little, Bill. That guy in the bar should be enough evidence. But they were just quick, short little flings. And the women were decent enough, but Amber's got pretty much all of them beat. So yeah… I took advantage. I'm a red-blooded typical American man. Sue me."

"I might," Bill muttered.

Jack snorted. "Well… I'll admit. I took things too far. Drugging you… that was… that was wrong. Really wrong. But I was thinking with my dick and nothing else."

"Do that often? Seems like that's all you ever do."

"Fine. I get it. You're not my biggest fan."

"You're right, Jack. I don't like you. Probably never will. I might be able to respect you… at some point. But right now you're the man that's attracted the affections of my wife. MY WIFE. And I don't take the vows I took with her lightly, Jack. Despite what we've been doing. The things we've indulged in. She's still the woman I love and have committed to. I'm not going to let her be tempted away by some… dick." He flexed his fists again, longing to pound the man's fat stomach like a punching bag until it burst.

Jack held up his hands in surrender. "I know, Bill. And believe me… I… I know maybe it doesn't seem like it, and I wouldn't blame you if you were skeptical of me, but I respect that. I respect you and Amber's relationship. Maybe I didn't at first. I was just trying to get mine. But… well, you… grew on me. Both of you. I've seen how much Amber loves you and respects you, even when we are… deep into things, I feel it. And I'm jealous of it. Somewhere along the way, all this… stuff—it's messed with our heads. And sure… I guess I've fallen for Amber… in a way. But it's not like we are gonna run off together. Have some sort of Vegas wedding. She's yours, Bill. Heart and soul. There's no question there."

Bill leaned forward, arms on his tented knees. "I wish… I was as confident. She's said as much… but it's hard, Jack. You don't get it. You're on the other end of this. You get to fuck her. To do all the things I want to do and some I know I may never get to. And I… I sit and watch. And for whatever reason, I love it. Fuck me, I love it. Watching her. Being… demeaned. Humiliated. It's fucked up." Bill was growling now, fists curled tight, he jerked his arms back against the cabinet, his elbow cracking into the wood.

Jack flinched for a minute, wondering if Bill was going to lose his cool again and finish what he started.

"You don't know what it's like sitting there helpless. How you've made me feel so fucking small. Useless. Watching you take what's mine. And all of that would be bad enough, but now I know she… It's more than just sex. There's more. Something in her wants you. Loves you." Bill's breath caught. "And… and fuck me, fuck me fucking fuck… " He pounded the floor with his fist. "It makes it even worse… and better…"

Jack struggled to understand. He'd been so wrapped up in his part of things, dominating and being in charge and taking things… he hadn't really thought about how Bill would feel. How this might affect his well-being. Something like this could really break a person. If the husband who'd nearly broken his nose was any indication, cheating could drive a man to violence. What would getting cuckolded do to someone if they weren't prepared for it? If all parties weren't working together to make sure that the relationship worked?

Jack knew he was selfish. Had been all his life. But he'd never been this close to the fallout and consequences of that selfishness. This was the first time that he actually cared about things. About the woman. And of course, her husband. Amber was devoted to Bill. If he said stop, she'd stop. The only way Jack could have any sort of contact or relationship with Amber, Bill was the key.

It wasn't lost on him that was a selfish thought as well. But… though the Good Book said Love was selfless… it could be jealous too. And Jack was jealous.

"So… the way I see it… " Jack began slowly, thinking. "We have a situation that… has been working… I'm the Bull." He used air quotes as he said it, and Bill rolled his eyes at the term as Jack grinned. "And you're the cuck. Amber's the wife. Obviously. The issue we have is that Amber's got feelings… and so do I. It's more lust than a deep poetic sort of love of course, but feelings are there. I can't deny that. We are being honest, I can get behind that rule."

"We making rules now?" Bill glared at Jack. "And can you follow the rules, Jack? So far, you haven't been good at that."

"Yeah. Fair. I'm not good at playin' by the book. But… if we want this to work, then I guess I'm gonna have to change."

"So you're willing to change for Amber?" Bill laughed.

"I'm no fool, Bill. This situation is probably a dream come true for me. And as it happens, it's beneficial for you and Amber too. You like it. You like what's going on. Maybe you could go looking for someone else to entertain your fetish, kink, whatever you wanna call it. But that can take time. That can take trial and error. But I'm right here. I know what Amber likes. I know what she wants, and I know what you want. I haven't been the most trustworthy with some things, but hey, maybe we can chalk it up to my learning as I go. You too. Mistakes were made. Let's work it out."

Bill pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "So what you're saying is. Bygones. Let's move forward. But that doesn't solve how we deal with whatever problem comes next. Jack, you're a bit of a bastard. I can't for the life of me think of any universe that you're not gonna push the boundaries. That you won't break a rule."

Jack slumped back. The pain in his face and gut were starting to fade. "Well… Bill, how about you be a man and hold me to it?"

The sharp look from Bill made Jack cringe. He put up his hands again in surrender. "Hey… chill. Bill, seriously… Do you not see it? You're the man in all this. I mean… obviously, I am too. But you've got veto power. You've got the control. You say go, then Amber's gonna dive in. I won't do anything without her, but she's not gonna take one step towards me, hell, she won't even look at me, if you tell her not to. I know this is some sort of ball of paradoxical submission or whatever bullshit, but it's true."

Bill thought for a minute. Thought back to what Amber had said on the porch. It had been hard to really focus on what she'd been saying, his cock throbbing and the attention of his wife and Stacy making clear and logical thought near impossible. But Amber had said something similar. Guess she was right. Jack does understand. Not as thick as I thought. Bill laced his fingers together and put them behind his head, looking up at the ceiling.

All of this was so… so… so fucked. But if Bill was being brutally honest, like he'd demand Jack was, then he just couldn't run from the truth. He liked this. And though he didn't exactly like Jack, that just added to the whole taboo, jealousy, anger, and lust that molded together into some sort of burning passion inside him. It made him hard. And when he took Amber after… It was like their first time all over again.

There was no doubt Amber loved him. He felt it. Saw it. And she'd confirmed it. But he'd need that confirmation periodically. Over and over. He was sure of that.

"We have to check in." Bill sighed.

"What?" Jack was flexing his jaw and pushing the peas against it again.

"Check in's. After every… session or whatever, we have to check in when it's over. I mean, sit down and talk."

"Like a fucking board meeting to go over the numbers?" Jack smirked.

"Yeah," Bill deadpanned. "Just like that. We sit down and discuss what worked. What didn't? How we felt. And I guess that would mainly be on me. Since 'I'm in charge'." He said it a bit mockingly, like he didn't exactly believe it, but was going to go along with it. "And me and Amber will need time to reconnect. Maybe not right after the session, but we need to lay out the rules."

"Pretty sure Amber laid out the rules for this week already." Jack said.

"We are gonna have to throw those out for now. Her feelings and yours have gunked up the works. So we have to approach this differently. Slower. We've been rushing in and… and it's fucking with me. With all of us. You want this to work, Jack? Then this is the way it's gotta be."

Jack nodded. "Not unreasonable. Probably a good idea, honestly. At least for now. Not sure I want to sit in a board meeting every time I get done with an exhausting fuckfest."

"You're a dick," Bill muttered, getting to his feet. "This doesn't really fix the whole… love… feelings thing. But I can't control her feelings. Or yours. But what I can do is this… " The man turned to Jack, towering over him and staring down like he was a cockroach he was ready to stomp. "I'll do whatever I need to keep my wife happy, healthy, and safe. You jeopardize that, give her some sort of ultimatum that would break our marriage or anything that would hurt us as a family, and they won't ever find you, Jack. Not a single chunk of fat."

Jack's bowels turned to water as he started up at Bill. This whole time he'd thought he was the 'alpha'. The man in charge. Big man on campus. Now he was realizing… Bill was allowing this. And if he didn't want it, then it wouldn't happen. Jack suddenly felt lucky that Bill hadn't gone nuclear on him after being drugged. Or after any of the other shit he'd pulled. He'd been lucky. Probably because of Amber.

This was Bill's other side. Amber had her other side, her lustful goddess. This was Bill… a man ready for war and murder if pushed to it. Brutal Bill. And Jack didn't want to ever see or come in contact with this side of his neighbor.

Something inside Jack clicked. He was in this. He wanted Amber and wanted to continue what they were doing. But he'd tread lightly. Bill wasn't a sissy cuck. Oh he may play the role when it suited him. Everyone enjoyed losing control from time to time. And this entire relationship with the three… or four of them was separate from their everyday lives. Bill wasn't going to be walked all over unless it was part of the show. He opened the door. Amber would lead Jack in and let him take control. But Bill was always going to be there, holding that door open. If he wanted to slam it shut, nothing was going to prevent it.

Bill reached out a hand, taking hold of Jack and pulling him up.

"So," he said, folding his arms across his chest. "I guess we need to figure out where we go from here."

Jack put the peas on the counter. They were starting to thaw. "I think… for the most part, we go back to our original plan. That work for you?" Already Jack was deferring to Bill. He wasn't going to assert any sort of authority or dominance unless Bill was ready for it. This was fresh, and Jack's fear was sharp and new.

Bill nodded slowly. "Fine… but we've still got stuff to talk about regarding this… love stuff. Maybe it's not for this weekend, but we are going to talk about it. Together. All of us."

"Stacy too?" Jack asked absently.

"Yes, Stacy too. She's part of this. At least, if she wants to be. That's up to her."

Jack nodded curtly. "Fair. So… where are the girls, anyway?"

The sound of soft whimpers and panting finally reached the men's ears, and they turned their attention to the downstairs bathroom on the other side of the living room.

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Stacy held Amber's ass cheeks tight, pulling them open so she could press her face as far as possible into her nethers. Her mouth slurped and sucked at Amber's slick lips, thrusting her tongue deep into her friend's pussy and twisting it around to stimulate and taste. Her nose pressed against Amber's asshole, smelling her musk as she dug her nails into her ass cheeks.

Amber was moaning as she did the same to Stacy's pussy, her tongue and lips sucking and diving into her warm tunnel. They lay on the bathroom floor in a sixty-nine position, on their sides, diving into each other's cunts. For the last several minutes, they'd been devouring each other. Needy. Hungry. Wanting to taste everything the other had to offer.

"Yes… " Amber moaned, licking her friend's clit, sucking it between her lips. "Fucking shit, Stacy… oh my god, there… right there…"

"Mmmm, you taste so good, Amber… so fucking good… " Stacy groaned along with Amber, lapping her tongue from her clit to her asshole, rimming gently and then moving back to sucking her friend's bald lips.

"So good… " Panting moans echoed in the bathroom as Amber began to reach her limit.

"Cum for me, Amber, please. Cum in my mouth. I wanna taste you. Please." Stacy muttered, licking deeply.

"Oh fuck me Stacy god fuck!" Amber whimpered, her legs shaking as she began to cum on her friend's tongue.

"Yeah… like that baby, give me your fucking cum, you slut." Stacy thrust a finger deep into Amber's pussy, finding her G-spot easily and rubbing as her friend rode her orgasm. The stimulation makes the orgasm extend, lasting longer and dragging itself through Amber's body.

"Yes… yes… oh Stac please… fuck, fuck." Amber spasmed, her mouth no longer able to hold on to Stacy's pussy as she was overwhelmed by her orgasm.

"Oh… shit… " The voice came from the door, now open, with Jack and Bill standing and watching the girls entangled on the floor, sweat streaked and naked, sucking each other's lower lips.

Stacy wasn't sure who spoke, but it hardly mattered. She looked up from between Amber's ass cheeks. Jack wore ratty boxers and a t-shirt, a noticeable bulge already emerging in his boxers. Bill was still in his pajama bottoms, shirtless, staring wide-eyed. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen Stacy and Amber licking each other before, but she supposed some sights you just never got used to.

Amber was panting, her own gaze finally landing on the men in the doorway. Her smile was wide, face wet with Stacy's juices and flushed with her own arousal. "Hey baby… " She giggled as if drunk. "Wanna join us?"

The men stood a bit dumbfounded for a moment, speechless. But Jack recovered quickly, a wide grin splitting his face. There was a red mark along his jaw that Stacy couldn't account for. Straightening his back, belly out and bouncing, Jack took a step forward into the bathroom and turned to look at Bill. "Sorry buddy. You heard the lady. She's asking for some manly company."

Something passed between the men that Stacy couldn't understand. A tension. Bill's glare made Jack waver for just a moment. The look on Bill's face sent a thrill through Stacy. Her pussy gushed at the intensity of his stare and rigidity of his features. What she wouldn't give to see him look at her like that… fuck… she'd do anything for him… anything…

Bill's look softened. "She said baby… " He muttered.

"Yeah. That's me." Jack's cocky grin returned. Whatever had passed between them, it was put aside, or perhaps understood.

The men looked at Amber as she pushed herself up, thighs on either side of Stacy's face, still pressing her pussy against her mouth. "I meant Jack, Bill, obviously." The glint in her eyes and smile on her lips were piercing, and Stacy, eyes barely able to see beyond the slope of Amber's ass, saw Bill's jaw clench and fists clench.

Amber crooked a finger at Jack. "Lose those disgusting boxers. You don't need them. Bill… honey, mind making us breakfast? Maybe you can make some more coffee for me and Stacy… and add some of that special cream… if you need motivation, you can listen at the door." She brushed back her hair and cupped her tits, looking at Bill dismissively.

"You… I… you want me to close… the door?" Bill licked his lips nervously.

Jack was slipping his boxers off and kicking them aside. His cock semi-hard and bouncing between his hairy thighs. In a show of dominance, he took a step in front of Bill, obstructing his view of Amber riding Stacy's face. Now all he could see was Jack's fat, hairy ass. "Yeah Billy. Close the door. We need some private time." Jack waved a hand at Bill and started walking towards the women.

Bill hesitated. Standing there in the door, watching Jack stalk towards his prey. Stacy kept her tongue licking at her friend's smooth cunt, eyes watching Bill closely. His pajama pants were tented. His muscles tense and teeth clenched. The way his hand moved forward, flexing open and closed, told her he was contemplating grasping hold of something besides the doorknob. Probably Jack's neck.

Amber only had eyes for Jack's bouncing cock. Before the door fully closed, Bill's eyes still watching, Amber reached out and took hold of Jack's bobbing member. "God, I love this cock." She said loud enough for her husband to hear. "Just like I love you." It came out sensual, tempting, a vampire's whispering song luring her new victim in for her warm, needy mouth.

The door clicked closed.

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ

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  Chapter:20 - Amber's Birthday Weekend Pt. 4
   Teaser:The Day Begins
 Category:Loving Wives
      URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/ambers-birthday-weekend-pt-4
Published:2026-04-25
{[italic]}Saturday{[/italic]}

The sizzle of the bacon was a pleasant distraction from the moans that drifted through the open space to Bill's ears. He wasn't sure whose they were. Did they belong to his wife? To Stacy? Was it Jack? Did it matter?

Bill grit his teeth, pushing the bacon around the pan, the grease splashing slightly and stinging his arms. But he didn't notice the sting. The moans were far more painful and arousing than a little bit of popping grease. HIs stomach and heart were twisting with the paradox of pain and fear and desire. It was impossible to fully explain. How did you even begin to talk about how seeing and knowing someone was fucking your wife and that it made you burn with rage and yet that same fire was a burning desire to watch? To see. To experience.

He'd already seen so much. Their anniversary had been… intense. Eye opening. Sickening and so sweet. And Bill knew deep down he wanted it again. They'd been playing this game for weeks now. Longer. Since his birthday. That first time with Jack. A long and winding path to… whatever this was.

Cuckolding.

No sense in beating around the bush. Bill was a cuckold. Once that would have felt embarrassing. Shameful. But after this morning, there were still bumps, but he was feeling more confident. Not settled. Not yet. And maybe he never would be. How could anyone ever become comfortable with a dynamic like this?

Maybe that was the point. Constant alert. Adrenaline. Discomfort. Your mind on fire, sharp with desire and fear, always in that heightened sense of awareness. How would he be tormented? Tortured. Teased. What would he see? How far could he go? Would he go? What about Amber? Would she push him to depths and distances he never dreamed? Would she dangle sexual indulgences before him only to pull them away? Deny him satisfaction?

Did he want to be denied?

If the erection in Bill's pants was any indication, the answer was yes.

He put the crispy strips onto a plate and continued making breakfast. Eggs. Toast. He sat it all on the dining table where he'd witnessed Amber and Stacy giving Jack elegant and naughty attention. Bill simultaneously reveled in the memory and tried to push it aside. Living in a constant paradox was exhausting and so he went to pour himself another cup of coffee.

The squeak of the bathroom door made him stiffen and splash some of the still hot brew onto his hand. He gasped, shaking the burning feeling away.

A soft hand took his and began to blow on the reddened area. Amber. Holding her husband's hands and picking up a tea towel, dabbing at his hand. "Are you okay? Do you need some ice?" Her voice was angel soft, her breath warm and tender. The way her eyes looked up at Bill was with the utmost love and concern.

"I… no I'm… fine." He muttered. It took him a second to finally move his eyes past his wife's face to see she was completely naked. Her skin was smooth and soft, a light shine of sweat and… something else maybe…

Amber took a step back and gave Bill a sweet, innocent smile. Her hair was mussed, damp. But she was beautiful. Breasts swollen, areolas pink from attention. Between her legs, Bill could see slick moisture, her pussy puffy pink from Stacy's mouth and fingers and no doubt Jack's cock.

"Like what you see?" She cocked a hip, breasts bouncing lightly and her smile playful.

Bill chuckled. "You know I do."

Taking a step forward, Amber slipped her arms around Bill's neck, up onto her toes and gave him a soft kiss. "Good. Breakfast smells amazing, honey. Thanks for making it while we had our fun."

He cringed slightly. Fun. Fun that he wasn't involved in. And yet… he had played a part, hadn't he? He'd made breakfast for them.

Amber's hand cupped Bill's chin. "Hey. Talk to me." Her voice was soft but serious.

"I… uh, it's nothing."

"Bill. We have to be honest. No secrets. If there's ever anything bothering you, you have to say something. Even if you think it might upset me" There was real concern in her eyes, her hands finding Bill's cheeks and holding him tight.

He took a moment, eyes looking into his wife's and seeing the genuine love she had for him. His hands found her hips, the swell and rise of them leading equally to her beautiful ass and smooth plump labia. She was his once. But now… now she belonged to others, too. Jack and Stacy. Others? Would it stop with just Jack?

She was up on her toes again and kissing him. "Bill. Honey. Talk to me."

"This is hard." He finally whispered.

Amber's hand went to Bill's crotch and gently cupped his erection. "That's obvious. But I'm thinking you're not talking about one of my favorite things, huh?" She smiled, her attempt to lighten the mood admirable.

Bill chuckled with her. "Yeah, well, maybe not your favorite anymore?" He wasn't sure why he said that, maybe he was just trying to torture himself.

Amber's hand slipped into Bill's pants and gripped hold of his cock. "Yours is my favorite. Mine. No matter what I may say when we are playing, you and you alone are my favorite." She gave him another kiss. "But… " Her lips curled evilly. "Your's isn't nearly enough to satisfy me." Her teeth nipped at his lip. "Now… talk to me."

He sighed. The twisted sentiments had him hard, throbbing in his wife's warm hand. "I love you." His forehead touched hers. "I'm just scared. I know… maybe we keep going in circles. Talking about the same thing over and over. But… going down this path. It's dark. It's twisted. Dangerous. I trust you. And I think we can trust Jack… mostly. And Stacy is a given. But… If you ask about trusting myself… I've been standing here making breakfast while you got your brains fucked out…"

She caressed a finger through her slick folds and held up the sticky dripping finger. "He came inside me." Her whisper was husky.

A shiver ran through Bill. Jealousy and rage battling for supremacy.

"I want to strangle that fat asshole," Bill stared at his wife's dripping fingers. Gripping her hips. His heart was pounding.

"He gagged me with his cock." She stared him right in the eyes, heat and sin like molten steel. A blade sliding into Bill's gut, turning and twisting. It was pain but pleasure. "Fucked it like he owned it… because he does." She leaned in close and licked along Bill's neck. "You really wanna hurt him?" His wife's hand was stroking his cock while she took the other that was slick with Jack's cum and her juices and wickedly touched it to her husband's lips.

Bill cringed. The idea that he was tasting not just his wife but her lover… it made his stomach churn. Bile in his throat and blood coursing through his cock, making it painfully hard.

"I hate seeing him fuck you." He growled, nails digging into her ass.

"You love it." She hissed and traced her finger along his lip, pulling it down and then letting it bounce back up playfully. "Say it… cuck. Say you love it."

He was panting. Throbbing. Seeing red. "I… I love it. I hate that I love it."

She was purring now, "Mmm, just as long as you love it. Love letting me get fucked like I deserve." Now she started pushing down Bill's boxers. "Take these off cucky. Your wife wants to play."

Bill groaned and let his underwear fall to the floor, his member exposed and purple with its anger and need.

"Fuck." Amber whispered. "Your cock is so pretty, honey." She lifted up a leg, leaned in and let her warm lips press it and sandwich it between his stomach and her lips. "Mmmm fuck so warm and hard." With an elegant grace, Amber moved against him, letting her mound press around him, up and down with soft slick motions. "Feel that Billy? Hmm. Can you feel how wet I am? How hot and sticky Jack made me? I'll bet you can even feel some of his cum leaking out. He cums so much honey. So deep. I'll be dripping for a week after this weekend." She giggled.

Bill gripped the counter and leaned back, watching what little he could see of his wife's smooth cunt running along his shaft. He couldn't remember the last time, if ever, that Amber had given him a pussy job.

Amber was drunk on sex. On euphoria. She wrapped her arms around Bill's neck and pressed her lips to his throat, sucking gently. It didn't take long to make her mark along his neck. "Mine." She whispered, then smashed her pussy against his cock head, making him grunt as he felt her oily dew dripping down his shaft. "Did you know… that the first time Jack took me, the first time he slid that magnificent superior cock into my needy little married pussy, I was giving him a pussy job a lot like this." She arched and moved so she was sliding down till her lips pressed against his balls and then moved back up.

"I couldn't resist. He was sin, tempting, and I had to give in. I had to have him inside me, Bill. But you know that now. You know it all. How I need that stretch. Need to be filled. And only he can do it." She sucked the skin along his collarbone, teeth biting and leaving deep red marks. "But you want to know something else?"

Bill was unable to stop his deep guttural groan and the feeling of pre-cum leaking all over his wife's smooth mound.

"I want you too. Always. I burn for you." She moved so their eyes were mere inches apart. "Jack will never be half the man you really are. The courage it takes to share me. To watch my pussy get fucked, licked, filled up with other men. With someone like Jack. The fat lard of a man with a thick fat dick that matches his personality. Watching that lowly man make me fucking scream." She licked along Bill's throat. "I'm a woman with needs, Bill. You meet all the ones I need to be a fulfilled woman. But Jack fills the primal needs."

A fire was burning inside Bill's stomach, between his legs. His balls were tight as he felt the velvet slick warmth of his wife's pussy moving up and down his length. Pressing him between her pussy and his stomach. It was heavenly torture.

"There will be plenty of time for love honey." Amber whispered, kissing along Bill's jaw. Around his lips. Never quite sealing their mouths together. Only teasing. "This weekend, Evil Amber needs her due. She wants primal heat and sweat and sex. And let's be very, very honest, Bill." She pressed herself harder against her husband, pussy lips smashed around him, clit teasing his tip. "You can't measure up to Jack in that department."

Shame, anger, embarrassment, and boiling arousal twisted in Bill's chest, and he burst. His cum shot up between his and Amber's stomach. Gooey and thick, and warm. Pumping up and shooting like a geyser, making Amber's stomach drip with sticky semen.

He groaned, the release pleasurable but also somewhat humiliating. Which only added to the pleasure. It was becoming a twisted tale of pushing and pulling and contradicting emotions that Bill was still having a hard time figuring out.

"Mmmmmm." Amber wrapped her arms around Bill's neck, smiling and looking down at his cum dripping and sticking between their stomachs. "Mmmm, you're so easy to excite. This weekend is going to be so… hard for you, isn't it, hon?"

Bill panted, coming down from his sudden ejaculation. "I… I think I'll manage… " He panted.

Amber kissed his nose and then his lips softly. "I know you can. And will. And it'll be worth it. I promise. Because when you get me home after all of this… " She pulled back and looked into her husband's eyes with pure sincerity. "You're going to fuck me, Bill. And I mean FUCK. Love will be for later. You're going to reclaim me. Do you understand? You're the center of all this. My world. And though Jack and Stacy are going to have me this weekend, you're the one that keeps this all together. That keeps me rooted and stable. You're my safety. The one I know I can return to for peace."

They held onto each other for a moment. Quietly taking each other's presents in. Listening to breathing. Feeling each other. Until finally Amber peeled herself away from Bill, the stickiness of his cum stretching between them.

"Now. Why don't you go get a shower, honey. Jack and Stacy should be coming out any minute, and we want to enjoy some breakfast before we go out on the lake today." Amber patted Bill's shoulders. "That'll give you some alone time today. Read a book. Take a nap. Whatever."

"UM… so… I'm not invited to… to join you on the lake?" Bill swallowed hard, trying to hold back his jealousy and pulsing arousal.

Amber gave him a mischievous grin. "Of course not Bill. Some things aren't meant to be enjoyed by a little cuck like you." With a heated wink, she turned away, ass bouncing as she went to the table to enjoy her morning breakfast.

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Bill stood in the shower, letting the warm water wash away the evidence of his ejaculation from his stomach. Hands on the wall, keeping himself up and just watching the water swirl around and disappear into the drain.

Emotions were still raging. Twisting. The constant push and pull of his jealousy and desire were giving him emotional and psychological whiplash. One second he wanted this. He wanted to drown in it, in the humiliation and deviancy. The next he hated it all and wanted to beat Jack to a pulp, move him and Amber away to some far away place and start over.

It was exhausting.

Bill slid down and sat on the shower floor and tilted his head back letting the spray slap against him. It was annoying and comforting. Another paradox. Two things at once vying for dominance.

A soft knock on the shower door made Bill jump. The door slid open slightly, Amber peeking in. "Bill? Honey? Aren't you hungry? You've been in here for like… a half hour."

Bill blinked and looked down at his hands. They were prunes. Wrinkled. So were his feet. How long had he just been sitting? Time had just… sped by.

Amber reached in and turned off the shower, pulled the door fully open and holding a towel beckoned her husband to come out. Bill got up, suddenly feeling the numbness in his limbs, as if he'd been sitting in a hot tub for an hour. He felt limp and dizzy. Amber caught him, wrapping the towel around him, the fluffy softness of it helping chase away the odd numb feeling tingling through his limbs. Amber rubbed him, drying him off quickly and efficiently, scrubbing his hair dry and smiling sweetly at him like she was ruffling the hair of a child and not a full grown man.

Tossing the now damp towel aside, Amber took Bill's hand and led him back into the room. On the bed there was a tray that had a plate of eggs and bacon and a cup of coffee. Like he was some sort of hospital patient, Amber brought him to the bed, got him settled and tucked him in, then put the try on his lap. "Eat." She ordered, ruffling his still damp hair and giving him a quick kiss on the forehead before she left the room.

Bill lay, slowly nibbling at his food and sipping his coffee listening to the silence. Every other moment, he expected to hear screams of pleasure or cries of ecstasy. But all he heard was the soft sound of trees rustling outside. A far off lapping of waves against the lake shore. It wasn't long before Amber slipped back into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She had a beach bag on her shoulder, still naked and unashamed, she turned back to Bill and grinned wide.

"We are gonna go and have an afternoon on the lake." She started, coming towards Bill and putting her bag on the bed. Her beautiful tits swayed and ass jiggled as she moved, all deliberate and exaggerated for her husband's viewing benefit. "But before we head out, Stacy and Jack are making some sandwiches and packing the cooler. We are probably gonna be out there till the early evening."

Amber started rummaging in her bag. "That means you're going to be on your own most of the day." She paused and looked up at him. "That okay?" It was an honest question.

Could he actually protest? Should he test it? Test if she'd actually listen to him? They agreed on honesty. And this was all still new, but Amber had made it clear that she wanted Bill to enjoy this, and if it was going to upset him, then he should speak up. Be a man. Tell her how he was feeling.

His wife waited patiently, meeting Bill's gaze.

"It's… okay," he finally said, sighing and holding his coffee as if it were some protective talisman. "I'm jealous. And I'm still struggling. But I think you should go have fun. But…"

"OH? There's a butt?" Amber grinned and turned, flashing her ass and giving her bouncing cheek a little smack.

Bill laughed. "Yeah. There's a but. I want… you need to tell me everything."

Amber leaned forward, breasts swaying. She pushed them together between her upper arms and grinned wickedly at Bill. "OH, I'll tell you in great detail about my lovely afternoon on the lake. You can count on that."

Their smiles matched and eyes locked, the wickedness softening to comfortable love. "I know this is a struggle. It is for me too." Amber admits, going back to looking through her bag. "That's why I thought I'd give you a private treat before I leave you here to your imagination."

A tangle of strings and small patches of material emerged from Amber's bag. After a moment of struggle, she managed to untangle the strings and laid out three different swimsuits, each scandalous in their own way. There was a lustful, mischievous twinkle in Amber's eye as she laid out the outfits. "You get to choose what I wear out on the boat for Jack."

Bill groaned, staring at what amounted to maybe a square foot of actual material that may or may not cover his wife's intimates. It was exquisite torture. To know whatever she wore, wouldn't be for him. It would be for Jack's enjoyment. And then there was whatever Stacy would wear, which Bill knew would be just as outlandish.

Amber picked up the first suit. "How about this?" The suit was a sunshine yellow cross thong g-string monokini. Two strips of barely two inch wide material created a lowercase T that would cover just the barest amount of Amber's breasts, stretch down over her torso and cover her pussy, while becoming thin strings in the back to be tied. It had a collar that would wrap around the neck to keep the top up. The cloth looked thin and stretchy, no doubt semi-transparent when worn. That meant if it got wet, it would become completely see through revealing her nipples and pussy mound clearly.

She dangled the suit in front of Bill, grinning, then tossed it back on the bed and picked up the next one. "Or… we could go this route, and before you even try to think this is more conservative, take a really close look." Her voice was full of seductive teasing.

The next suit looked like a one piece made of shiny dark pink metallic material. It would clearly cover her backside and front well enough, though probably very tightly. But the longer Bill looked, the more he realized the scandal. There were no bra cups. It would leave her chest on full display as it threaded between her tits and tied around her neck. The crotch area was very slim and if Bill imagined it on his wife, he knew it would just barely cover her slit and leave her mound puffing out on either side.

By the way he sucked in a breath when he realized made Amber grin in satisfaction as she lay it next to the yellow cross suit. Finally, she picked up the last. It was thin straps and chains. Bill couldn't quite make sense of it. And then Amber held it up against her naked body to help him picture how it would look and Bill's jaw dropped. The chains would frame her breasts and nothing more. It would descend down the middle of her stomach to the bottom portion that would frame her pussy. However, the bottoms didn't circle around like regular swimsuits or panty bottoms. Instead, it ended in a thick, one inch golden buttplug.

Bill realized this suit was an anal plug suit. In order to hold the suit in place, Amber would have to insert the plug into her ass and the top would be secured around her neck and back by small chains. It would hide nothing. Her tits would be completely exposed just like they were now. Her pussy covered only by the thinnest jeweled chain that would frame her mound and nestle along her slit before joining to the plug.

Amber shook it playfully, letting it jingle and the plug swayed like a pendulum.

"Fuck." Bill lay back against the headboard.

His wife was giggling as she put down the chain-link anal bikini. "Well? What would my husband like me to wear?"

"You're such a bitch." He groaned with a laugh.

Amber let out a deep belly laugh and crawled up on the bed, nestling down next to Bill, head on his shoulder. "I'm your bitch."

Bill's arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer, and kissed the top of her head. "What's Stacy going to wear?"

"Why? Is that gonna influence your decision?" Her hand came to rest on Bill's chest, feeling his pounding heartbeat.

"Guess not. Doesn't matter does it? You're both going to be on display. Probably won't even keep your suits on longer than a minute."

"No Bill, are you calling me and Stacy sluts?" She looked up at him with that evil grin Bill was growing to love and hate in equal measure.

"Maybe."

"Well, you're right. But we aren't your sluts. We are Jack's sluts. So watch your mouth." She sat up, patting Bill's chest. "Now, if you want to catch a glimpse of me in one of these suits, then you need to make a choice now, because I'm gonna change and get ready. We are planning to leave in the next half hour." Slipping off the bed, she stepped back to where she'd laid out the suit choices and stood with her hands on her hips, facing Bill and waiting patiently.

Bill's eyes went to the various suits and he struggled. A part of him wanted to see all of them. Each exposing and displaying his wife's assets in different ways. But he was only going to get one choice. One chance. Maybe she'd wear the others later or another time back at home. But right now he had to make a decision, and his eyes drifted towards the one piece. He couldn't exactly explain why, but the idea of so much coverage but also complete exposure of his wife's tits was attractive at the moment.

Amber saw where her husband's eyes went and her smile widened. Picking up the shimmering material, she dangled it by her finger. "Good choice. Though that means I'm going to have to make sure Jack puts plenty of suntan oil on my tits." She spun away and swayed her hips walking towards the bathroom to put on the suit.

"Are you serious? You're not going to put it on in front of me?" Bill questioned.

Amber chuckled. "I can't let you have too much fun, Bill. You're a cuck after all. A little denial is good for you." With that, she shut the bathroom door.

Bill grunted like a petulant child, but also felt that same shameful, twisted arousal that had been dogging him ever since starting down this path. He listened closely to the soft rustling and shuffling in the bathroom as his wife struggled into the suit. No doubt it was a size or two too small. He set aside his breakfast, mostly finished, and scrubbed his hands through his hair, trying not to let his imagination and jealousy get the better of him.

It was only a few minutes, but they felt like an eternity, when the door opened and Amber came out. She'd pulled her hair into a ponytail. The suit was stretched so tight over her midsection that Bill thought if she took a particularly big bite of something, it would snap and tear off. The crotch of the suit was straining against Amber's pussy so tightly that it was nestled between her mons, sinking deep and making it puff out. Her tits hung out on full display, framed by the shimmering suit. Putting her arms up over her head as if modeling for a magazine shoot, she turned to let Bill see the back of the suit that covered absolutely nothing. There were strings tied to hold the suit on but other than that, her ass and back were completely exposed.

He couldn't keep back a groan as Amber wiggled her cheeks and looked back over her shoulder with a beautifully lust filled grin. "Good choice, hon. Jack's gonna love it."

Bill clenched his fists staring at her as she sauntered back over to her beach bag, gathered it up over her shoulder and then did a little playful prance over to him, leaning down so her tits swung forward and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. "Have a relaxing day, love. I'll text you when we are on our way back."

For a moment the playfulness vanished, and she gave her husband a very serious look. "I'll have my phone on at all times. If you want me to come back, you just call or text the safe word. No questions. No argument. Doesn't matter what we are in the middle of." Her palm cradled his cheek, admiring the chisel of his jaw and the scratchy scruff along his face. "I love you, mister."

He breathed her in. The sweet smell of her skin and hair. Of the sweat that was already starting to bead along her skin from the humidity penetrating the walls of the cabin. He really loved this woman… and though it killed him in some ways to let her go to Jack, he also had a deep and dark craving for it.

"More than anyone?" The words slipped out before he could think better of them.

She leaned in close, and this time the kiss she gave was like that very first one they shared. It had the promise of a lifetime. A lasting life full of love and care, of frustration and fights, of making up and growing closer. "I love you and only you in the ways that matter. You're my fire. The center of everything that gives me perfect comfort and peace. I may utter some lustful 'I love you's' to Jack or Stacy, but those words come from deep between my legs, not from my heart."

Bill chuckled as they pressed their foreheads together. "Anyone ever tell you, you're kinda cheesy?"

Amber gave his cheek a light slap. "You're so mean." With a wink, she stood back up, letting her breasts assert themselves before turning and marching towards the door with her bubble butt bouncing beautifully.

"Have… ahem… have fun." Bill's voice cracked embarrassingly.

At the door, Amber looked back one final time. "OH, I'm going to have a very fun time… cuck." And then she was gone, closing the door behind her and leaving Bill alone for the day.

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Amber and Stacy sat at the back of the speedboat, hair flying out behind them, sunglasses on and looking out at the lake as Jack drove the boat out towards the center of the lake, far from the shore and far from prying eyes. The day was warm, but not stifling. There was a nice amount of cloud cover so the sun wasn't beating down, but they would still need plenty of sunscreen and oil. Jack would happily apply it Amber was sure.

She was wearing the suit Bill had chosen, her tits on full display and a light sheen of sweat and splashing water from the wake behind the boat as they sped on. The crotch was up tight between her labia, making it puff out around the sides and rubbing against her clit with every little movement. The backside wasn't a thong, but it only covered about half her ass cheeks and was already starting to ride up due to how tight it was. She leaned back with a sigh, enjoying the breeze and the freedom.

She already missed Bill and hoped he was finding something to distract him while she was out here with Stacy and Jack. Of course she was going to go wild, but that didn't mean she wanted Bill to be truly tortured with her absence. She'd make sure she took care of him when they got back. As much as he was going to be a cuckold this weekend, and probably for their life going forward, she wanted to take care of the man she loved.

Stacy held out a beer, waving the bottle in front of Amber's face till she finally took it. Amber's friend was dressed in an equally scandalous swimsuit. She'd chosen a white monokini, which was essentially just string that rested against her nipples—but with no patches of material to cover them—and a small patch of fabric at the bottom that did almost nothing to hide her pussy. It rode up between her ass cheeks and came up over her shoulders, a V of string at her front and back. It was basically nothing. Her tits were as free as Amber's, nipples rubbing along the string, and the little fabric patch so tight against her pussy it was already transparent from her sweat and arousal.

Jack stood at the helm, easily steering the boat along the waves. He had gone just as scandalously. Shirtless, his belly and back were a slick, hairy mess. The only thing he wore was a bright, shiny blue banana hammock that cradled his balls and cock tightly and rode up between his fat hairy ass cheeks, squeezing his waistline to make a large pouch of fat fall over the waistband.

In any other time and circumstance, both Amber and Stacy would have been disgusted at the sight of the fat hairy older man wearing something like that. But since they knew his sexual prowess and were both now completely invested in cuckolding the kind and fit man waiting back at the cabin, the sight of this bloated man that was going to get earthly delights most only dreamed of, made their nipples harden and pussy's moisten.

Amber stared at Jack with a fondness, a sort of love she was quickly starting to understand wasn't the sort of love she had for her husband. Or even for Stacy. It was love for how he made her feel, how free she felt indulging with him. There were no expectations with Jack. It gave her a level of primal abandon, liberation from the expectations of being a working woman and wife. To Jack, she was just pleasure. And that's what he was too. They accepted it and loved each other for it.

Jack eased off the throttle and let the boat slowly come to a stop near the center of the lake. Gentle waves splashed against the sides of the boat. A soft breeze cooled their already sweating skin and moved the clouds overhead to help shade them from the sun. Turning, body undulating like the same waves lapping at the boat, Jack turned with a cocky grin and put his hands on his fatty hips. "Well girls. Here we are. All alone. Can't get more isolated than this honestly. No one for miles. And no nosey cuck husband wanting to interrupt our fun."

Taking a slow sip of her beer, Stacy rolled her eyes at Amber, a grin on her lips behind the lip of the bottle. Amber agreed without uttering a word, taking a deep drink of her own beer. Jack was such an asshole. So full of himself. It was hard to tell how much of it was legitimate and how much was an act. Probably an even combination of both.

The rotund man came over and opened the cooler, grabbing his own beer, and waddled back to his captain's chair, sitting down with a loud thwump and opened his fat thighs wide. The bulge of his banana hammock was straining in the thin shiny material. His cock head was already trying to peek out over the waistband and balls bulging with wiry hair just slightly around his thighs and leg holes of the suit.

Amber's pussy moistened, making her suit slick between her thighs and rubbing more firmly against her clit. The grotesqueness of Jack in that swim suit was somehow fucking erotic. She quietly wondered for a minute just how depraved she was going to get as she and Bill dove deeper into this lifestyle.

"Ladies… I think it's time you got to work." Jack leaned back, gulping down his brew and looking at the two women expectantly. He knew the game they were playing, and even if Bill wasn't here to witness it, the rules were still the same. Jack was in charge. And Stacy and Amber were his willing submissive sluts.

Stacy stood up and stretched, letting her breasts bounce and slip free easily of the string of her monokini. She swigged her beer until there was only a little bit left and started to saunter over to the fat man that had found himself in the luckiest position of all time. Leaning in, breasts hanging tantalizingly, Stacy pressed her mouth to Jack's kissing deep and intimate, beer and suds dripped down their lips and chins. She hadn't swallowed her beer, instead, she was sharing it with Jack, feeding it to him as they kissed. It dripped down onto his hairy chest and Stacy put her hand on him, rubbing the cool liquid into his chest.

Amber rose from her seat and watched for a second, eyeing Stacy's fat ass in the monokini as it split her cheeks. Feeling frisky and playful, she came up behind her friend and poured some of her beer down between Stacy's ass cheeks, soaking the little patch of fabric so it instantly became so transparent it was just a thin sticky film over her pussy.

Jack was moaning into Stacy's mouth, tongues exaggeratively twisting and flicking, lips sucking in sloppy kisses as Stacy moved her hand down his chest, over his soft belly and came to rest on his bulging suit.

Not to be left out, Amber gave Stacy's ass a slap and then knelt down in front of Jack with a sort of reverence she hadn't yet given to her husband, and maybe never would. She poured the rest of her beer over the bulging banana hammock, making the material cling even tighter to Jack's oversized penis. Putting her now empty bottle aside, Amber leaned in and began to suck the shiny wet material that was clinging to the man's heavy balls. She slurped and squelched, allowing the sounds to echo in the empty air of the lake.

Jack let out a gasp as Stacy finally pulled back, teeth pulling his bottom lip with a soft growl. She quickly knelt down to join Amber, her mouth encircling his other testicle still held tight by his swimsuit. The girl suckled and lavished his balls with praise and worship, their mouths loud and wet and sloppy as they spit over the material, soaking it and making it stretch and stick to the man's nuts.

"Fuck." He groaned, leaning back a little further, allowing himself to slump down and legs open wider so the girls could feast on his balls. "That's it… oh holy shit this is fucking heaven." He tipped back his beer and gulped it down as two beautiful women far out of his league swallowed his testicles like they were starving.

Amber groaned around his heavy ball, eyes briefly opening to watch Stacy doing the same thing. Eventually their mouths pulled the balls out from under his hammock and were sucking and licking on the salty sweaty, hairy skin. Jack panted loudly, letting his groans come out full throated, no longer holding back for fear of someone hearing. His cock grew and stretched, straining against the banana hammock, tip peeking out from under the waistband and his bulging belly.

"That's it girls. Gargle my balls. Give me the royal treatment. I want to feel your full worship. Fucking Bill is never gonna experience this… never hear. I want this for myself." He looked down at Amber. "Hear that?"

She popped her mouth off his sticky testicle. "Yes Daddy. Bill will never get to experience this, I promise. Only a real man like you gets to feel this pleasure. Bill's just a cuck. A little dicked dumbass." She didn't mean any of that obviously, not like Jack was probably imagining. But she loved the naughty, dirty talk. The humiliation even if her husband couldn't hear it. It made her feel naughty, dirty, like a cheating slut, which heightened every feeling and every action.

"That's fucking right. Not even sure why you invited him this weekend." Jack put a hand on the back of Amber's head and pulled her back towards his balls. "Now gargle them, bitch."

Amber took his ball into her mouth and worked up her saliva so she was gargling the fatty ball, coating it with messy bubbly spit. Stacy was mirroring her, saliva overflowing around the corners of her swollen lips and down her chin onto her tits.

"Yes! OH fucking fuck yes." Jack grunted. "Slurp it all up, come on girls. Fuck."

They gargled and spat, worshiped and licked and sucked till his testicles were soaking and dripping, the banana hammock pulled so that it was wedged down the middle seam of his sack. It was probably painful but combined with the girls' mouths, it was a paradox of mind-blowing pleasure and torture.

"Shit… shit… oh." The man moaned louder and louder feeling the girls slurp loudly until he poured his remaining beer all over their heads and his balls. "Suck it up. Come on. Get drunk on my nuts!"

Amber cringed for a second when the cold brew dripped into her eye, but quickly started sucking and tasting the bitter hops and the salty skin mixing together and gushing at the taste.

Jack maneuvered in his seat, lifting his fatty legs up over the arms of the chair and slumping a little more. "Get lower girls. I wanna feel those slutty tongues on my asshole."

Stacy brushed back her hair and quickly dove in, pulling his suit aside and lapping deeply at his puckering ring. Amber joined, tongues lashing at his anus, cheeks pressed to his hairy ass cheeks. His hands grabbed them, tangling in their hair and pushed them harder and deeper between his fat cheeks. "Eat it. Come on sluts, eat my fucking ass!"

They moaned together, lashing and spitting and slurping and sucking just like they had with his balls, which were pressing against their faces, smearing them with their own fluids as they became the sloppiest sluts they could for this fat arrogant asshole.

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Bill sat on the front porch with a beer, staring out at the lake. At the small dot that was the boat his wife and Jack and Stacy had gone out on. Nature had its soft, rhythmic sounds that filled the quiet, but every once in a while, Bill could hear something that wasn't so natural.

Grunts like animals. Moans. Cries. Screams. All sounds of twisted pleasure that was making him rock hard in his shorts as he stared out and wondered what was happening. What were Amber and Stacy doing for that lucky, fat fuck? What was he doing to them? Would he ever know? Would Amber tell him? Let him experience the same things? Or was he going to be kept in the dark and denied?

Not for the first time, he considered texting. Calling. Begging Amber to come back. Or at least just testing her promise that she'd answer and come back at a single word.

But Bill kept himself calm. Drank his beer. And stared out at the beautiful scenery as he was left alone and wanting.

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"Dumbass husband… can't fill… you like this… can he." Jack grunted, panting as he thrust over and over and over, keeping the pace even though his face was red and his lungs were burning and he was covered in sweat. Amber was precariously sitting on the back of the boat, half her ass hanging off, her legs wrapped around Jack's large waist. Her tits were bouncing freely as Jack held onto her wide hips and pounded deep into Amber's dripping pussy raw.

Her head hung back, hair spilling out and hanging over the quiet waters, the slaps of Jack's thighs and belly against Amber's firm stomach sounding identical to the lapping waves that hit the boat. "OH fuck… " She moaned loudly, feeling Jack's massive cock stretching her wide, her lips gripping him obscenely tight and dragging over his shaft every time he pulled out, only to suck him in as he thrust forward again.

"Say it!" Jack groaned, fingers digging into her hips. "Say your dumbass cuck boy back on shore can't fill you like this."

"OH fuck Jack. You know he can't. OH god, Bill can't even fill me half as much as this… fuck… fuck you're so big. So goddamn big!" Her hands gripped his arms, holding herself up so she didn't fall back into the water.

"Fucking right. Big. Fat. I'm fucking huge in this tight cunt. Whose cunt is it slut? Huh? Who owns this little slit?" He thrust hard, making her ass bounce off the side of the boat and then slap back down hard, no doubt bruising her cheeks.

"You! OH fucking shit, you baby! You daddy! OH god, Jack, fuck me, make me forget my cuck hubby all alone back at the cabin." She was gasping, fully letting herself fall into the debauchery of her love for this fat man who was staking claim of her like some primal caveman. The remnants of her dreams, of the burning fire and the man she loved standing at the center while she was half in the shadows being used by less deserving males. But she loved it. She relished in it. Let the burning passion and lust illuminate and burn her.

"You fucking love my cock." He grabbed hold of the back of Amber's head and pulled her into a sloppy wet kiss, all lips and tongue, and spit.

Amber sucked his tongue, biting it and letting it invade her mouth as he kept slamming his cock into her cunt, making her splash juices all over the deck, making it slick.

The sound of splashing water interrupted the fevered fucking on the edge, and Jack briefly looked over to see Stacy climbing back onto the boat from the ladder that was hung on the side. She had discarded her swimsuit, not that there was much to it, and had gone for a quick swim completely nude in the lake. Now she was emerging, her tits swaying, water sluicing off of her toned and curvaceous body. She didn't bother grabbing a towel or hiding any of her nudity, instead she walked over like a water goddess, hairy, matted and plastered to her face and shoulders. She pulled Jack's face to hers and kissed him hard and deep as he kept thrusting his fat hips into Amber.

Jack groaned into the woman's mouth, torn between wanting to continue owning Amber's burning pussy and sliding out of her and taking a turn with her big titted friend.

Stacy took the choice away, pulling away from the kiss with a grin and giving his hairy ass a hard slap, then walked to the cooler and pulled out a cold beer from the ice. Sitting in the captain's chair, she spread her legs wide, flashing her pretty cunt, twisted the top from the beer and tossed the cap into a trash bin. Taking a deep swig, she watched her friend and her neighbor fucking on the side of the boat, eyes hot with twisted lust.

Jack angled Amber slightly and pushed one of her legs out so that Stacy could see his fat shining cock pistoning in and out of Amber's cunt. His shaft was coated in cream, glistening in the noon sunlight.

With a quiet hum of approval, Stacy settled back and brought the neck of the bottle to her pussy and rubbed it over her swollen lips. Jack watched as she moved the mouth of the beer bottle along her slit and then found the opening, pressing it into her tunnel slowly with a deep groan. The brown glass pressed inside, stretching her pussy and vanishing inside. She began to slowly match the pace of Jack's hips, fucking herself with the beer bottle, tilting it enough to spill the brew into her pussy. She felt the cold and the fizz and the liquid splashing against her walls. It overflowed and dripped to the floor with little spatters and splats.

"You're such a fucking whore." Jack groaned, still holding Amber open wide, looping them all together into a cycle of lustful watching and fucking.

"Mmmm your whore." Stacy groaned, popping the bottle out of her pussy and bringing it to her mouth, opening her lips and letting the beer flow into her mouth like a mini waterfall. She sloshed the drink in her mouth and swallowed, then inserted the bottle back into her pussy and kept pace with Jack again.

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Bill mechanically pulled out two slices of bread and laid them on the counter. Like a robot, he took out cheese, lettuce, mayo, pickles, assembling them into a sandwich and then taking a bite and chewing, counting each motion of his jaw before swallowing.

His eyes moved to the window, looking out onto the lake.

The boat was out there, a small dot in the large splash of blue sky and water.

It'd been hours. No text. No call. All he'd heard was some cries that could have easily been from a gull as from one of the girls.

He walked out onto the porch and stared. The sandwich was gone. He'd eaten it all and couldn't remember. Didn't even feel like he'd eaten anything. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe all of this was a dream and he was still back on that fateful night, his birthday, out on his deck with his wife getting his first ever blowjob.

Bill slumped down in one of the deck chairs and pushed his shorts down, pulling out his cock and stroking it, staring out at the boat where his wife was. Where Stacy was.

He tried to imagine what was happening as he stroked, the hardness coming from his denial. Knowing they were so close but so far. That they were out in the open but invisible. It was unfair. It was cruel. And god help him, Bill felt the burning jealousy flowing through his veins and making his cock throb with the need for more.

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"OH shit shit shit!" Stacy cried, her tits swaying under her as she gripped the side of the boat, bent over with Jack behind her. He had his fat cock balls deep in her asshole. It was painful and blissful and everything in between. "OH fucking shit you fat fuck, fuck my ass… fuck it!" She reached back, hand on his fat stomach that was sitting atop her bouncy ass like a shelf.

"Fucking take it whore. Take my fat cock up that shit hole!" Jack grunted, slapping her ass hard on either side as he thrust and thrust and thrust, making the woman lurch forward, holding tight to the side of the boat.

"Think you could be a little louder? I don't think they heard you in town." Amber laughed as she lounged in a small inner tube that was tied to the back of the boat. She was slumped in the center, naked, letting the sun soak into her pale skin.

"OH fucking god!" Stacy screamed, arching her back and somehow letting more of Jack's cock into her backdoor. "You'd… fucking scream too… if he was in… your ass!" She panted, flipping Amber off.

Amber just laughed and let her hand trail in the water, every so often scooping up some of the water and letting it drip over her breasts and stomach and chest to cool her warm skin.

"Shut the… fuck up." Jack grunted, gripping Stacy's hips. "Just… fucking take it." He was burning up, skin red and sweat dripping down his hairy body as he pounded into the fat ass in front of him.

Stacy groaned, gasping at the feeling of being stretched, of being used. "Fuck… fuck… fuck!" She groaned, looking back at Jack again. "Do it Jack. Come on Daddy, make me cry. Make me scream. I want your balls in my ass you fucking fat creep." Her praise and teasing and filthy words were all mixing together as she chased her orgasm, her pussy leaking and dripping down her soft thighs.

"Yeah. Yeah. OH fuck so fucking tight… I'm gonna fill this butt with my fucking cum."

"Do it! OH god Jack fucking shoot your load in my ass!" Stacy was screeching like a banshee as her orgasm finally overtook her, pussy squirting all over the deck of the boat and pushing Jack right over the edge with her.

His cock swelled, spasmed, and began shooting his thick cum deep into Stacy's bowels. It added to her orgasm, making her legs shake and breath catch. He rammed hard, making her ass ripple. Jet after jet of cream filled her and started to overflow and leak as he gripped the woman's hair and pulled hard, roaring with his triumph of owning Stacy's fat backside.

The comedown was quick, Jack stumbling back into the captain's chair while Stacy collapsed onto the decking. They both groaned. Breaths short and shallow. Semen dripped out from Stacy's ass, down her cheeks to the decking. Jack slumped in the chair, cock flaccid and dripping with left over juices. He was burning up and started to fan himself as he reached to the cooler and pulled out a beer and also a handful of ice, pressing it to his chest and face, letting it melt all over him and helping to cool his overheated skin.

Amber watched her lover and friend for a minute, still lounging and humming to herself as she trailed her hand through the water. Soon it would be her turn to get an ass full of Jack's cum, but for now she was content to relax, letting her mind drift back to Bill, wondering what he was doing.

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Back on shore, Bill was listening to the echoes of a cry of ecstasy, shooting his load all over his hand as he could only wonder who it was that was cumming and why.

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ

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  Chapter:22 - Neighborly Sins AU Ch. 1
   Teaser:Breaking point for two of our characters
 Category:Loving Wives
      URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/neighborly-sins-au-ch-01
Published:2026-05-21
The door clicked shut…

Stacy stood to the side as Jack walked into the room. She watched Amber begin stroking his huge cock. Those familiar greedy blue eyes widened with excitement.

"Are you going to split me wide with that again?" Amber asked loud enough for everyone in the cabin to hear, especially Bill. "If you do, my dumbass cuck will never feel me again."

"OH fuck yeah," Jack grunted, sweat rolling down the side of his face. "I'm gonna stretch both you fucking whores. Make you scream my name for that pathetic cuck, out there."

Amber's mouth contorted into a vicious smile as she leaned in to swallowing his enormous cock, her throat stretching. Amber's free hand slid up the inside of Stacy's thigh, fingers easily finding her clit. Waves of pleasure washing over her, She let her head fall back, mouth open.

Jack groaned, gripping the back of Amber's head and forcing himself deeper. "Hey teeny-weenie little Billy!" he bellowed. "It's a shame you'll never know what it's like to own your wife and her best friend the way I do. That's right whore; fucking swallow it!" He pulled hard burying Amber's nose in his sweaty pubic hair, her throat distending around his shaft.

Amber expertly worked Stacy's clit, but the pleasure felt distant, wrong. Jack's filthy words poured over her like grease.

Did this bitch hear anything I said?

The thought was still battering her soul when Stacy opened her eyes. Jack's sweat-covered face and third chin were leaning in, filling her vision. His mouth open, foul breath, putrid sweat; he was Grotesque.

And just like that, the dam cracked.

Bill's hollow eyes all weekend. Her own laughter as she'd egged Amber on. Dustin's broken face the last time she saw him alive, God, he looked just like that!.

What the fuck am I doing? I love him… Im killing him… again?

Fear, disgust with her self filled Stacy as she twisted away violently, faking a harsh cough. She pulled back from Amber's fingers like they'd burned her.

"OH shit" another cough, forcing lightness into her voice. "I need a break. Gonna grab something to drink. I'll be back in a minute don't wear that fat cock out. Save some for me."

Amber let the cock slip from her throat, still stroking him lazily. "Okay, baby. But don't take too long. I have something special I need you for."

Stacy backed toward the door. Before she could close it, Amber in a conniving tone, "Leave it open. I want my dumbass cuck to hear every bit of this."

Amber's loud moan chased her down the hall: "OH… JEEEESUS… FUCK!"

The wet slapping began, Amber's screams began to chase Stacy as she walked up the stairs. She stopped, leaned against a wall, and shook her head. "What the hell is going on?" she said with exhausted breaths. Her feet kept moving even though she didn't understand why.

As if a puppet on a string, moving without thinking, she wound up in the bedroom she'd been sharing with Bill and Amber. The sheets stained with Jack's sweat tortured her spinning mind. Without intent, she quickly changed into grey sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, and some shoes. She grabbed her wallet and phone on the way out of the door.

She found herself running down the stairs, rounding the corner into the kitchen.

Bill stood at the sink, hands planted on either side, head hanging low between his strong shoulders. Pure agony rolled off him. His pain… Dustin's pain hit her like a massive wave. What have I done?

"Bill… " Stacy approached slowly.

He spun violently. Stacy stumbled backward, crashing into the kitchen table, falling to the floor. Bill towered over her, fists clenched, eyes wild with murderous rage.

"Bill… please," she said softly, hands raised.

"Please what?" His voice low, trembling with rage. "You don't like being put in your place?" Bill, spitting her words back at her like venom.

The room lost it's depth as she could feel the blood draining from her face. Her own words were now stabbing at her from a man who at that moment personified righteous death. Bill's arm rising deliberately, pointing toward the stairs. Again, the mockery lashing at her.

"You tell me, how does she love me more than I can know?"

From downstairs, Amber's voice rang out like a nail being driven in to Stacy's coffin: "OH god! Fuck… Fuck me like it's our wedding night baby!"

Stacy's head twisted side to side, eyes unfocused. "Bill… Cupcake!" she said desperately. "For fuck's sake… if you won't say it, I will… CUPCAKE"

Bill's expression softened into confusion for a short second.

"Bill, I can see you're about to do something. I don't know what it is, but I'm terrified it's going to change all of our lives forever."

She sprang to her feet and began pushing him hard toward the counter where the keys hung, gasping, trying to catch her breath. "Lets leave!, you and me, we'll go… anywhere but here"

Bill in a low growl, "how can I leave my wife with that?"

More moans drifted up, "Put a baby in me… one the cuck has to raise while you… oh fuck!… me in the bed he bought!"

Stacy's voice sharpened, the commanding ER nurse taking over. "Think, Bill. Would the woman you married say those things? That isn't your wife. Nothing good happens if you stay. Please leave with me… Now."

Bill's face twisted, eyes burned with fresh rage. "You need to leave… now."

Just a simple, half second. Stacy saw something she couldn't understand in his face as he turned and began walking toward the stairs.

Stacy lunged, grabbing his shirt and then wrapping both arms around his leg as she fell to the floor.

"I'm not letting this happen again! You're going to have to kill me, Bill—I'm not letting go!"

"You're helped drive this, you fucking cunt!"

"I know," she said, voice cracking. "And I hate myself for it. I've fucked up again, but I'm not letting this happen to you, not again. I won't let you ruin your life"

"What fucking life?!" Bill roared. "A life of hearing that shit every night? A life of looking at my wife who isn't mine anymore? What kind of fucking life is that? One I deserve, I guess… but I can't live with it."

Stacy kept her death grip on his leg. "No one deserves that, Bill. No one. I'm such a dumb fucking cunt… I'm so sorry."

The relentless pounding and moans continued from downstairs. After what felt like forever, Bill reached down, lifted her roughly to her feet, tearing her grip easily from his legs. He turned back toward the stairs and started walking again.

Stacy darted to the key hooks, snatched Bill's keys, before stepping directly in front of him. Words weren't working. He's too far gone. Stacy lifted herself on her toes, grabbed his face with both hands, and kissed him hard, a deliberate, jarring shock. A desperate attempt to break whatever loop he was trapped in.

For one precious second, the demon vanished from his eyes. The sheer surprise broke through the fury.

Stacy didn't waste it. She seized his hand and began dragging him toward the door like a heavy wagon. Slowly, his feet started moving with her. By the time they reached the deck, he was jogging. Then running. They finished the distance to the Camaro in a dead sprint.

The key fob chirped as the doors unlocked. Stacy dropped into the passenger seat and slammed the door. Bill lowered himself into the driver's seat, pressing the start button. The V8 burbled to life. His hand rested on the gear selector as he suddenly slumped forward, his head hitting the steering wheel.

"I know you've got no reason to trust me, but I'm not letting you go through this alone. Not this time. I owe you that much."

Bill looked at her before slamming the transmission in to reverse. RPMs rising as he dumped the clutch. The car shuddered as a cloud of dust and flying gravel sprayed past the window. He turned the wheel, stabbing the brakes to spin the front end around. He buried his right foot. The car wallowing in the deep gravel, clawing it's way toward the road the at the end of the long driveway.

Stacy's heart pounded. The car struggled for traction, yet every input from Bill was sharp and deliberate. Gravel pelted Jack's car like gunfire, denting panels and shattering windows as they raced away from the cabin.

The car found the asphalt, Bill flicked the wheel and drifted out of the driveway, tires smoking. He sawed at the wheel, regaining grip, then running quickly through the gearbox; third, fourth, fifth, sixth, never lifting off the gas. The speed climbed past 100 mph on the twisting two-lane road.

Stacy's grip tightened on the door handle, heart hammering. Every drift and downshift spiked her fear, but she didn't want him to slow down. She was terrified of the speed, terrified of the man driving, and terrified of what she had done, yet she welcomed the danger.

Bill drove like he was trying to kill something, hard on the brakes into every corner, followed by quick stabs of the accelerator to catch the lower gear. The interior stunk of hot brakes and the acrid perfume of burning rubber. He let the car drift wide into the oncoming lane, turned in late and sharp at the apex, then slammed the throttle down again. The V8 roared like an enraged animal. Engine screaming, trees flying past the windows, g-forces pressing her into the seat.

Stacy knew Bill had taken about an hour to drive this route the previous night. They had just covered it in less than forty minutes. She was elated to still be alive. Even if they had wrapped the Camaro around a tree, she would've considered it a win. At least this time she would have tried.

Bill let the car coast as it passed underneath the interstate. Stacy placed her hand over his on the shifter.

"Where are you going, Bill?"

He finally glanced at her. "I don't know." With a hard blink he continued, "I can't go back to Chicago. I can't do that, not now."

Stacy, still fighting for an answer to her predicament, smiled and said, "Let's go south."

Bill swallowed hard, nodded once, and kept the car coasting under the overpass. He turned left onto the southbound ramp. As the car straightened, the revs climbed quickly. The Camaro blasted onto the interstate like a ball shot out of a cannon. Bill let the car float in to the left lane, pinning the accelerator. The speed climbing past 130 mph, as he bore his gritted teeth.

Stacy sat rigid in her seat, heart racing. Fear and relief warred inside her. She was terrified of the speed, terrified of the man driving, and terrified of what she had done. But she welcomed the danger.

Anything was better than staying there and helping Amber tear him apart.

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Amber, leaned across the bench, knees pressed into the cushion with her ass high in the air. Her head and torso pressed down as Jack fucked her hard from behind. Her body was sore. Pussy, swollen and used. She was still buzzing from her third orgasm. The power was intoxicating. She had everything she wanted, and everything in it's place.

She had never felt this bold, this free. Admitting she loved Jack, saying it out loud, had unlocked something dangerous. No more shame. No more holding back for Bill's feelings.

Between heavy thrusts, she called out toward the open door, voice hoarse. "Stacy… Come here, baby."

Jack, grunting louder now, he was close to finishing. Amber looked back at him with an desperate, smile. "That's it, baby. Fill me up. Give me every last drop."

Her words drove him over the edge, slamming into her with a wheezing groan, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her married womb. Amber moaned loudly, pushing back against him, savoring the warmth.

As his final spasms shot his remaining load, she spun around, sat on the bench, and spread her legs. Jack's cum dripping from her well used pussy. She twisted off her wedding and engagement rings, holding them out to him.

"When they come in… " she said, breathing hard, "I want him to clean me while you put these back on my finger. We'll make new vows. You as my bull, my man and him as the cuck"

Jack took the rings but didn't answer right away. He was rubbing the bruise on his jaw, looking distracted and a little uneasy.

Amber felt a tiny flicker of doubt, but she pushed it down. This is what he always said he wanted. He'll get off on it. He always does.

"Stacy! Cuck!" she called out, louder this time. "Come here! I need you both."

Silence.

She frowned. "Jack, go find them, baby."

He hesitated, a flash in his eyes that looked like panic, "Maybe we should slow down… give him a minute, maybe we shouldn't change his name to cuck?"

"No," Amber said, shaking her head. "This is the moment. He's worked up. If we wait, he'll overthink it." She gave Jack a reassuring smile. "Go get my cuck."

Jack eventually lumbered upstairs. Several minutes later he returned, sweating even more.

"They're gone," he said. "His car's not here."

Amber stared at him. "What?"

She quickly cleaned herself, then went upstairs and checked her phone. The Find my app showed that Bill's phone was still at the cabin. He must have forgotten it. She dialed Stacy's number, it went straight to voicemail.

Jealousy stabbed through her chest, like a hot spike.

Did Stacy take him somewhere to fuck him alone? After everything I've given her?

She shook her head, trying to push the thought away. Stacy wouldn't do that without her permission… would she?

Looking down at her body, she noticed several of Jack's grey pubic hairs stuck to her stomach. She let out a tired, slightly bitter laugh and headed for the shower.

She wasn't blind to how ugly Jack was. Not really. But the way he made her feel powerful, desired, free that part she couldn't get enough of.

And right now, that feeling mattered more than anything else.

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They'd been driving for hours, and Bill hadn't let off the gas even once. The engine screamed as if it shared his rage. Stacy's knuckles were white around the door handle, much like Bill's on the steering wheel. His driving was manic. Oncoming cars approached at alarming speeds as he weaved in and out of lanes. Stacy watched the astonished, angry faces disappear behind them. She wanted him to slow down, but at the same time she was glad they hadn't encountered the police. I'm not sure he'd survive that right now.

Forcing herself to look away from the impending catastrophe, she turned to look at the wounded man sitting next to her.

"Bill… " she said in a soft voice, calmer than she thought possible.

There was no response. His teeth were gritted, lips pulled back as if he were being tortured.

"Bill, we're gonna run out of gas. Take this exit. We need to stop for a minute."

Bill's forearms flexed, threatening to destroy the steering wheel. Then a animalistic guttural scream tore from his body.

"AAGGGHHHH!"

He flailed back and forth in his seat, shaking the car. Without signaling, he buried his foot in to the accelerator crossing two lanes and accelerating up the off-ramp. He slammed on the brakes at the last second, whipping the car around the corner pulling into a Quick Trip, clouds of tire smoke following them. He punched the button and killed the engine.

Even after the tortured roar of the engine finally fell silent, Bill continued gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping him alive. The only sound present was the clicking of the cooling exhaust.

Stacy studied his face for a few seconds. She softly laid her hand on his shoulder. He was sweating, literally vibrating with barley contained violence. She moved her hand to his chest. His heart was hammering so hard it felt like it was trying to batter his ribs to dust. Her other hand reached behind his neck and began kneading muscles that felt like hot iron. Her eyes locked onto his, even though his thousand-yard stare told her he couldn't see her.

"Bill, they're behind us now." She said, voice low but firm "They can't hurt you anymore, and I won't fucking hurt you again, I swear." She tilted her head and laid it on his shoulder. "Close your eyes just for a few seconds, okay?… that's all, just breath"

To her surprise, he actually did it. Holy shit… He's listening!

They sat like that for several minutes. Stacy finally felt Bill's heart begin to slow, his breathing grow more controlled, and some of the tension start to leave his body.

After a while, Bill opened his eyes. Without looking at Stacy or saying a word, he got out and began refueling.

Stacy felt an odd disappointment as her arms fell empty. Her phone had been buzzing in her pocket for hours. She was both relieved and terrified to finally check it.

9:15 Amber: Where are you?

10:23 Amber: Really, where the fuck are you two? Don't fuck him. Don't jerk him off or blow him either. You can edge him—in fact that would be better—but don't let him cum. Here's what I want to happen. When you get close…

Stacy's stomach turned as she finished reading the message. "Fucking sick cunt," she whispered. She didn't hear me… or maybe she just didn't care about anything I said.

She forced herself to read the rest.

11:33 Amber: Show this to my cuck please [video]

Stacy opened the video with dread. Amber was on her knees, enthusiastically sucking Jack's thick cock, taking him deep, gagging, eyes watering. She pulled back slowly, strings of spit connecting her lips to the veiny shaft, then looked straight into the camera with a hazy, satisfied smile. Cum oozed from her mouth and down her tits.

"Oops, I got some on my rings," Amber said. "I think Jack's cum makes them look prettier. Well, my cuck forgot to make me breakfast, so Jack took his place… again. It was so much better than anything I could have wished for."

She smiled seductively at the camera.

"I can't wait for you two to get back here. I have something special for us."

The video ended.

12:47 Amber: Where are you? Is something wrong?

Stacy sighed heavily as her arm fell into her lap. She looked up to see Bill replacing the pump nozzle. He made a few keystrokes on the pump, then opened the door and dropped back into the driver's seat. His eyes caught hers for a moment.

"What's going on?" he demanded.

With a heavy sigh, Stacy looked at him. "I got some texts… and a video from Amber. Would you like to see them?"

Bill paused, his eyebrows pinching together.

Before he could answer, Stacy continued, "I won't hide anything from you. I won't lie to you, and I will not hurt you anymore. I'm done with that. I've been so fucking stupid." She shook her head and let it fall into her hands. She screamed into her hands "AH" before she lifted her head again. "That's why I don't think you should look at these texts or the video right now."

Bill's gaze shifted between Stacy's eyes and the phone in her lap.

"I'll give you this phone and you can read everything on it if you want," she said. "But I think, for the time being, it's best you don't engage with them at all. You tell me what you want, and I'll make it happen."

Bill took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and said nothing. He simply started the car and pulled back onto the interstate, continuing south.

the now-familiar roar of the engine filled the cabin once again. The Camaro surged forward at speeds no sane person would intentionally drive. Even so, Stacy could tell Bill's fury was slowly beginning to subside.

The miles clicked by as the states blurred together. Missouri gave way to Arkansas, then Tennessee. Stacy rested her head against the window, eyes closed, listening to the roar of the engine and the rush of wind. Her mind kept turning over everything that had happened over the past year with Bill, Amber, and Jack.

"Bill?" she asked quietly. "If I hadn't made you leave with me… what were you gonna do?"

Bill didn't answer. His grip on the steering wheel only tightened.

Stacy watched as the blazing orange sunset mellowed into deep purple and light blues before Bill answered.

"Everyone was going to die," he said deliberately, emotionless.

Stacy's stomach dropped, but she wasn't shocked.

"I was gonna to go downstairs, beat that fat fuck to death in front of her," he continued. "Then do Amber. After that, I was going to open my wrists while the cabin burned down around us."

Stacy sat quietly for a moment. Strangely, she wasn't afraid. She simply felt a heavy wave of guilt. She looked at Bill and saw Dustin instead, all of his pain, spiraling alone toward death.

"Jesus Christ, Bill… " she whispered, then fiercer, "I have so fucking much to tell you. " she said softly. "But for now… can you please trust me? Just a little? I'm gonna fix what I broke, I'm not gonna to fail you too."

Bill glanced at her. "It's not all on you."

"Yeah, it is" she said immediately. "A huge fucking part of it is."

She let her head rest against the window. A green "Welcome to Georgia" flashed past and the sky faded to black, exhaustion finally pulled her under.

In the dark, she made a silent promise to herself:

I won't run, This time, I won't fail.

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Stacy's eyes fluttered open, fighting the bright sun pouring through the sunroof. She rubbed the knot in her neck as her vision cleared. Are those palm trees?

Stacy's heart jumped when she found the driver's seat empty. Through the windshield she saw Bill leaning against the hood, arms folded, staring out at the waves crashing onto the white sand. He looked like he'd been there a while.

She climbed out on stiff legs and walked around to the front of the car. She pressed her shoulder against his. Bill shifted away just enough to break the contact.

"Yeah, I don't blame you. I wouldn't want to touch this slut either," Stacy quipped. "How long have we been here?"

"Couple hours, I guess," he muttered.

"Did you get any sleep?"

"Does it fucking matter?"

She exhaled slowly. "Yeah, Bill. It does. You've had a shit couple of days."

"A shit year, Stac. A devastating fucking year."

"Well, at least you're using pet names again," she said with a small grin. "And I don't think you bought a Skill saw for the bodies, so that's progress. I'm starting to realize this wasn't nearly as much fun for you as we told ourselves it was." She nudged him. "You need sleep before anything can get better. Now where the hell are we? This place looks familiar."

"Fort Lauderdale."

"Shut the fuck up! You're kidding?" Stacy lit up. "I grew up here. Haven't been back since high school. Come on, I know just the place. I'll drive."

"You can drive stick?" Bill asked flatly.

Stacy laughed. "Is that a real question? It's one of the reasons we're in this mess." She smirked. "Though I'll admit… you'll have to teach me properly. Let's go."

Stacy directed Bill to the Hilton. A beautiful beachfront hotel with a large pool. She was glad it was the end of the season, it let them find two rooms with ease. She helped Bill to his room, where he fell onto the mattress and thankfully passed out immediately. She took his boots off, covered him with the comforter, closed the drapes, and lowered the thermostat as low as it would go.

She found the shops near the lobby and bought a dark blue dress with a bright floral print. The sleeves covered her shoulders, the neckline rose high enough to cover her ample cleavage, and the skirt dropped well below her knees. If I'm going to see my mother, I'd better get my shit together.

Later, Stacy was comfortably lounging on a beach chair watching the sun disappear behind her when Bill dropped down in the sand next to her, still wearing the same jeans and white linen shirt.

Jesus, Even after today, he can still make me wet just by showing up? You're such a slut.

"Well, Rip Van Winkle, nice to see you've rejoined the living, "Stacy joked.

He grunted, the corner of his mouth twitching.

A long silence fell between them, broken only by the surf and the gulls riding the invisible waves above.

"Any more messages from Amber?" Bill asked.

"Several." She handed him her phone.

Bill looked at it like it was a live grenade. He shook his head as if waving off another drink, then lowered his head onto his arms folded across his knees.

Bill's jaw tightened. "I never wanted to be a cuck. Never wanted to share my wife. We had rules… and they got thrown out immediately. I should've ended it a long time ago." He growled through clenched teeth, "But it made my dick hard, so I went along with it like a fucking idiot."

Stacy let out a sigh. "I know that, I shouldn't have played along but I have my own demons that need slaying I guess."

She stood from the lounge chair and sat next to him in the sand, letting her shoulder press into his. Bill again moved away from her forcing her to catch herself before she fell.

With a deep, disappointed breath Stacy, said "I watched you disappear Friday night, Bill. Right in front of me! I had to drag those word 'cuck' out of your mouth. The man I knew… deflated, like your soul left a shell behind." She took a deep breath. "That was my second clue that things weren't as they needed to be, combined with everything I saw Friday night and Saturday morning I got scared"

She let out a long breath before her head sagged to match Bill's defeated posture.

"So today I did something I haven't done in almost a decade. I went to visit my mother. Despite my best intentions, I basically told her everything. You know what that bitch had the gall to tell me?"

"I don't mean to disparage your mother Stac, but why do I care what your mother says?" Bill said, raising his head for the first time.

With a light, slightly condescending laugh, "Well Bill, you see mom… is not only a practicing Psychiatrist but she is also faculty at the university of Miami, Miller School of medicine" shaking her head slightly she continued, "so yeah her observations here matter and she told me a couple of interesting things… She said that you and I are both masochists, in the clinical sense, not the kink sense."

"OH fuck! You told your mother that I'm a useless cuck?"

"Yeah, and what you just did there, that's where your problem lies, Bill. It's not that you're useless. In fact, I take issue with that bullshit. It's that somewhere in your past your self-esteem took a massive hit. That's probably one reason you spend so much time in the gym trying to make up for it."

She looked at Bill. His mouth hung slightly open and his eyes were wide.

Stacy's chest filled with hope. "Somewhere along the way you got it in your thick head that you're worthless, and you get a dopamine hit every time someone validates that by demeaning you or treating you like shit. Then you get stuck in the loop; people demean you, it confirms what you already believe, you get your dopamine hit, and round and round it goes."

Bill stared at her. "OH really? So if I'm a masochist because I have low self-esteem, how does that explain you? You're anything but low self-esteem."

His words stung. She twisted her face away. "Actually, Bill… I fucking hate myself."

His eyebrows pinched together. "OH, that's horseshit!"

"OH really, Bill? Have you ever forced your husband to commit suicide?" She watched as Bill sat back against his arms stunned.

She spent the next several minutes relating the story about Dustin for the second time in as many days—a story she had hoped to never tell again. The entire time she spoke, she watched his expressions, his shoulders, and the slight nods of his head.

"You see? I've been paying penance for my sins. After what I did to my husband, I don't see myself as anything more than a cum dump for anyone willing to kill my pain for a little while." Tears started down her face. "I've been trying to kill the daughter my parents raised for years because that girl laughs at who I am."

"Fuck, Stac… I had no idea," Bill said softly.

"Bill, I told Amber all of that right before you and Jack walked into the bathroom. It was my limp-wristed attempt to tell her it had gone too far. Instead she called him 'baby' and slammed the door in your face. That's when I knew I had to get you out of there. I couldn't watch it happen again. Not to you."

They sat in silence as the last remnants of light fled from the sky.

"Your husband wasn't your fault," Bill pleaded. "I mean, I guess you contributed, but it's what he wanted. It's not your fault."

"It is my fault, Bill," she said quietly. "I knew better and instead of getting my husband help, I jumped right in. I knew it was wrong. I said the words 'this is wrong' to myself a thousand times. Calling him a douchebag, telling him his dick would never be enough… all of it made me feel powerful. Watching him shrink from just my words. But I was a fool to believe it wouldn't leave permanent wounds. God, I'm a cunt. And then I helped Amber do the same fucking thing to you?" Her voice cracked. "Fuck… I don't know if I could ever stop hating myself."

Bill interrupted, "Stac, I'm not planning on killing myself…"

"You mean not anymore? Or not right now?" Stacy said with force. "Because you told me you were planning to take care of yourself and take care of Jack and Amber while you were at it."

"Yeah, I'm not going to deny that, but I'm okay…"

"No. You have some epic-level mind fuckery that has trained you to think that." She shook her head. "Have you ever heard of operant conditioning?"

"No…"

"It's what we; Jack, me, and mostly Amber have been doing to you. I didn't realize it until my mom pointed it out." She looked at the darkening sky. "I'm so sorry, Bill. I didn't realize what was really going on. I don't think anyone had the exact word for it, but I'm reasonably sure Amber knew what she was doing."

Now fighting for the words as she tried to fight the sobs, "Shit! Bill she even told us she was doing it on your anniversary! Do you remember? She told you she'd been grooming you!"

Bill grunted as his eyes closed and his head twisted away from Stacy's view.

Stacy with conviction, "I thought it was all part of the game, right up until Saturday morning in the bathroom. Fuck me… I even told her how to do it!"

She continued, her voice thick. "Every single time Amber broke a major rule, when did she tell you? When your mind was clear and you had time to process it? Or was it during sex, right before you came, or right after?"

Stacy didn't wait for an answer.

"When she first fucked Jack, she told you while she was jerking you off in the hot tub, then fucked you right after. Here's a treat, good boy. When you lost the bet and had to beg Jack to take her anal virginity, you were obviously coming unglued. She put her hand on your shoulder, looked you in the eyes, and mouthed 'I love you.' Here's a treat. Good boy. Right after Jack destroyed her ass in front of you, she let you fuck me. Here's a Treat. Good boy. When she dropped the bomb that she was in love with him, that he owned her body? She was riding you, right as you were about to cum, then finished you off. Another treat. Good boy."

Bill's head dropped to his folded arms again, rocking slowly in agony.

"And then the cabin," Stacy continued. "On the deck, first… I actually wanted you. But she came down and the game restarted. We edged you until your mind was melting, she made you call yourself a cuck even though it was obviously destroying you, and the second you gave in she let you cum all over me. Treat. Good boy. Then she went off to fuck Jack while you sat there covered in your own mess."

Bill growled, "so you're trying to say she's been training me like a dog?"

"No!"

"No… not like a dog. Every time she pushed you further or broke the rules, she followed it with a reward or told you she loved you. She wired your degradation to pleasure and affection. When you combine that kind of conditioning with long periods of deprivation—two weeks at Jack's house where you barely got to touch her, or limiting you to only condoms, then the weekend at the cabin where you could only listen; that becomes something much uglier. Military and intelligence people have a word for it: brainwashing."

Bill lifted his head, eyes wide with disbelief. "No… No, no, no, no…"

Stacy wrapped her arms around his shoulders as his breathing turned ragged. The sobs hit him hard; deep, shaking, broken sounds that tore out of his chest. She held him tight while he cried.

When the worst of it passed, she gently turned his face toward hers, cupped his jaw, and whispered into his ear, "Mom thinks she knows a way out, Bill. You can still save your marriage if you want to. But first you have to save yourself. And she gave me the names of people who can help."

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ

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  Chapter:23 - Neighborly Sins AU Ch. 2
   Teaser:Amber has a revelation, Bill makes some decision
 Category:Loving Wives
      URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/neighborly-sins-au-ch-02
Published:2026-06-07
The camera focused on Amber's face as Jack's thrusts brutally slammed into her from behind. She jolted forward sin the staccato rhythm, her heavy tits swinging wildly beneath her.

"OH… fuck… stretch me, baby!" she grunted between impacts. The loud, wet slapping of skin on skin made her words difficult to hear.

The camera shifted down, showing her breasts swaying, then Jack's grotesquely hairy, sweat drenched thighs, before capturing her pussy stretched obscenely around his thick cock. Jack's shaft, slick with Amber's juices, sliding in and out. The camera moved quickly to her flushed, desperate face.

"OH my Cuck King, where the fuck have you been?" she panted, staring straight into the lens while Jack's thrusts continued to knock the breath out of her lungs. She turned her head, looking back at Jack with wild eyes. "OH baby, I need you to fill me up; fill your whore up!"

She tried to chase her orgasm, grinding back against him, but it kept slipping frustratingly out of reach. The denial only fueled her anger and desperation. Her voice grew needier, almost feral.

"My Cuck King… I miss you so much. I need you here. I need to see that jealous, broken look in your eyes while my second husband destroys my pussy every single day. We were just getting started when you left. I need you back in your rightful place—right there on your throne, watching me get fucked like the slut I am."

The camera panned to the large brown leather recliner positioned at the foot of the bed like some perverted throne.

Jack's voice boomed behind her. "OH fuck that pussy! Whore, get it through your thick skull—he left you five weeks ago. He ain't coming back. He knows I took that pussy permanently. The little cuck couldn't handle it."

Amber's eyes flashed with rage. The camera dropped onto the bed, lens covered, leaving only audio.

"Shut your fucking mouth, that's bullshit and you know it!" Amber snapped. "He loves me! He'll come back like he always does, crawling back. Now do your fucking job"

Jack laughed breathlessly, "Reality check, bitch. No man's ego can handle losing his wife to a better cock. He's gone. I just hope the pussy didn't off himself."

Something in Amber snapped. She shoved him off her violently and screamed, "Get the fuck off of me, you fat, worthless piece of shit! You can't talk to me like that? You're nothing but a disgusting, limp-dicked loser who couldn't satisfy me even if Bill wasn't alive!"

She grabbed the camera again, breathing hard, voice venomous.

"You hear that, Bill? This pathetic slob thinks you're gone. Prove him wrong, baby. Come home and watch me punish him for doubting you…"

There was a long pause before Jack said "You can't be serious, get back here and finish me off. I'm not dealing with blue balls because your cuck ran away."

"Dead serious, "she hissed "your supposed to be my bull not another pathetic man who can't handle reality. Now get the fuck out"

"Bullshit. Finish me. Mouth, hand, tits; I don't care, whore. You're finishing this."

"Get the fuck out of my house!"

The argument escalated until Amber screamed she was calling the cops. There was silence except for a grotesque schlick-schlick-schlick being picked up by the camera's microphone. Jack eventually started grunting as Amber continued to scream at him to leave. A profound hitch in Jacks grunts took hold as he let loose.

"There that is his pillow right? So if he does come home he can sleep in that" Jack said while laughing.

"If your not gone in the next ten seconds, you fat worthless fuck! I'm calling the police" her face reappearing in the camera as She stopped the recording just as Jack was scene walking out of the bedroom.

"That fat fuck!, who does he think he is? He'd never touch a women like me if that other worthless fuck didn't have this kink?"

Her rage slowly twisting into something else, something more dangerous.

Amber's face twisted in to a mix of pain, anger and confusion. She walked over to the side of the bed that Bill should be in. She looked at the soiled pillow before she let her eyes drift to the wedding pictures hanging on the wall. She saw her beautiful white dress, the deep all encompassing smile on her face as she stared into Bill's eyes. Bill's impeccable physique made his tuxedo look like a work of art as he wrapped his arms around her.

Amber couldn't help but be shocked at the dichotomy of the purity of what had been her marriage to the now cooling pool of cum from a grotesque man mocking her from the pillow.

Amber ripped the soiled pillowcase off in disgust and threw it in the hamper. After a long shower, she lay in bed staring at the empty space beside her.

Five weeks.

Dozens of messages sent, daily. Only a handful of short, cold replies from Stacy. No location. No explanation. Just silence from her husband.

The storm inside her grew worse every day; rage, fear, self-pity, and a gnawing emptiness she couldn't shake. She had gone to Bill's office. They treated her with cold politeness and refused to tell her anything. Even more disturbingly, Sandra at the hospital had grown distant. She'd canceled their regular lunches with weak excuses.

Amber clutched her phone, eyes burning with exhaustion and frustration.

Amber lay staring at the empty side of the bed for several hours. Light but unceasing tears rolled down her nose as sleep began to take her.

She was standing in the kitchen making an omelette. She couldn't remember the rest of the morning; she just knew that the sounds of her children's voices had been filling her with a wonderful sensation of contentment.

"Mommy, come here, look at this."

"Okay, just a minute… " Searching for her daughter's name, she added, "I'll be right there."

She finished making the omelette and loaded it onto the plate. Next to it, she placed a small orb, fantastic colors roaming all over its surface, pulsing in a slow, soft rhythm. She stared at it for a few seconds, confused.

She carried the plate into the living room, perplexed by the large neon clock that occupied the entire far wall, ticking backwards toward midnight. She looked at the plate again and the glowing orb.

It's valuable… I think? I shouldn't give it to him.

Jack was now five years older then the last time she remembered seeing him. Sixty three? He was enormously obese, body completely filling his wheelchair, leaving almost no room for the oxygen bottle and mask that he was wheezing into. Amber handed him his plate.

Amber's heart filled as she heard, "Mommy, I painted you a picture."

Jack stopped her from responding. "Bout time, whore!" Snatching the plate from her hand, he said, "Now suck my dick while I eat."

She laughed. "OH Jack, that thing hasn't worked for years! There isn't enough Viagra on the planet to fix what you did to it with the garbage you eat, and you're too lazy and worthless to get to the gym."

She watched as the sweating, grotesque man stabbed a fork into the orb, raising it to his lips. She watched with a feeling of horror as his sagging jowls collapsed around it. The orb glowed more brightly for just a second before it disappeared, the light extinguished.

Amber felt a deep, painful emptiness open inside her as she watched the orb's light disappear inside the blob of a man.

She felt words she didn't intend to speak rise from inside her. She couldn't stop them. Panic pummeled her as her mouth said, "Did you like it, my husband?"

The words almost dropped her to her knees. She wanted to run but felt there was something else she had to do. She asked Jack, "Are they back yet?"

"Come push me, Mommy. I want to go higher," came the sound of a little boy's voice. She knew th boy was her son but she couldn't remember what he looked like.

Why can't I remember their names?

Jack interrupted Amber again before she could reply to her son. He turned, with blood running down his third chin. "They're back there," he said, waving his hand down a hallway.

Amber turned and began walking down an impossibly long hallway. I don't remember this hallway. She walked for what seemed like forever, with the sounds of children's laughter chasing her. She began running, covering her ears, closing her eyes. She started to scream as she arrived at the door at the end of the hallway. She pushed the door open.

Stacy's long black hair was draped across her naked back as she lay in Bill's lap. Her hands slowly explored the ridges and canyons created by the lean muscle that clad Bill's arms. She slowly kissed the hard lines of his chest, reveling in his shape. She was completely mezmorized by his body. Amber's mouth fell open as a hot flash fell over her like a hard rain.

Stacy rose up on her knees, revealing her beautiful breasts and Bill's fully erect, stunningly sizable, perfect cock. She shuffled forward until she straddled Bill just above his waist. Reaching back to direct him to her opening, she let herself settle down, completely engulfing him. She leaned back, letting her hair hang behind her, driving herself down onto Bill's lap.

Her back arched, supporting herself with her arms placed on the mattress behind her. Her magnificent breasts rose high on her chest. Bill leaned forward, engulfing her breast with his mouth. His hands supported her back as Stacy groaned heavily.

Bill's beautiful cock was now buried deeply inside Stacy. She was panting heavily, rising and falling slowly, sensually, intensely. Bill shifted his position slightly so he could drive his cock even deeper. The next stroke caused Stacy to beg, "OH god, Bill… you feel so good inside me." She fell forward with the violence of his thrust, head still pointed at the ceiling. Bill began to kiss her neck. His hands found the sides of her face, his fingers tangled deeply in her dark hair. He forced her face toward him and they greedily kissed each other as if they needed each other to breathe. They stared deeply into each other's eyes as Stacy continued to ride Bill's magnificent member.

Amber watched as the empty pit in her stomach filled with deep jealousy. Tears were freely pouring from her eyes.

They aren't fucking! They are in love! They're making love!

She screamed, "Get off of him you slut, he's my cuck!" She could feel the scream, but there was no sound.

She tried again. "GET OFF OF HIM, WHORE! I DIDN'T SAY YOU COULD!" Silence—except for the passionate sounds coming from the bed that she and Bill had bought when they got married.

She tried to run through the door, but the carpet had risen off the floor, split into tentacles, and wrapped around her legs, rooting her in place.

"Mommy, where are you?" stabbed the voice of her daughter.

Amber continued to scream, "YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO LOVE HER! YOU'RE MY CUCK!"

Bill and Stacy continued to grind on each other, oblivious.

Bill used his thick arms and well-muscled legs to pick Stacy up. Without ever removing his cock, he spun her around and laid her on the bed, driving himself deep into her and causing her to moan wildly.

Amber's eyes filled with tears as she continued to scream and struggle against the carpet holding her in place. Her captor forced her to watch her husband fall in love with another woman. She lost her breath as she felt the ground start to shake.

Bill's Adonis like form moved over Stacy with deep, sensual strokes. Her long black hair fell across the pillows as she moaned beneath him, legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

Stacy's back arched as Bill drove into her again, his thick cock disappearing completely inside her. She gasped, nails digging into his back.

"OH god, Bill… you feel so good," she whimpered.

He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss as he ground between her legs. Stacy's hips rolled up to meet every thrust, her soaked pussy making wet, obscene sounds with every movement. Bill's hand slid down grabbing her ass, pulling her even harder onto his cock.

Amber's chest tightened as Stacy's moans grew louder, more desperate. Her breasts bounced with every powerful thrust. Bill's muscular back flexed as he fucked her harder, deeper, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm.

The ground shook violently under Amber's feet. The hallway and the earth beneath began to split open. The evil carpet drew Amber into the chasm. She was screaming wildly, "Bill! Bill, PLEASE HELP ME, MY LOVE! YOU'RE MY HUSBAND; GET OFF OF HER AND SAVE ME!"

Stacy screamed in ecstasy, her whole body began shaking as a powerful orgasm tore through her. Her pussy gripping Bill's cock tightly, juices squirting out around his shaft and soaking the sheets. She kept staring into his eyes, hand spread out across his face holding his head close to hers, unable to speak as wave after wave hit her.

Amber was rocked with the memory of Bill reclaiming her after their anniversary. She remembered how she soaked those very sheets. She remembered how her body had betrayed her with the overwhelming pleasure, that Stacy was now feeling. She remembered a pleasure so intense it forced her to scream his name like a prayer. It felt like everything inside her was collapsing as she began to understand it was no longer hers.

Bill inhaled violently, thrusting through her orgasm until his own escaped his body. He buried himself as deeply, cumming hard, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside Stacy while whispering against her lips:

"I love you, Stacy…"

"Mommy, we can't find you," the voices beginning to fade.

Bill and Stacy, still tangled together, kissing lovingly in the bed Amber had shared with him since their wedding. Amber watched, caught in her prison, as Stacy stared deeply into his eyes, her body shaking with multiple orgasms and powerful aftershocks.

Amber screamed, now almost completely engulfed in the split in the ground, being dragged further in, no longer by the carpet but by some other force. The sound of her children fading as she fell. Her last image was of her husband staring in to Stacy's eyes and saying "I love you!"

Amber woke screaming from her dream. Disoriented, she sat up in her bed searching for the remnants of the evil carpet. Her head snapping back and forth, checking every corner of the room. She sat on her knees with one forearm holding her off the sheets, the other hand clutched at her chest. Tears streamed down her face as she looked at the stains on the sheet next to her; stains created by her lust-filled romp with Jack, stains caused by Jack's sweat and whatever else oozed from his unhealthy body. Amber was exhausted, confused, and the pain in her chest was excruciating.

She clutched for her phone, which lay in the middle of the bed. She furiously typed a message and sent it before she collapsed on the sheets, deeply shaken by the dream, confused, devastated.

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Stacy's hair was filthy with dirt and debris after more than forty hours of constant movement. Sweat rolled down her neck, matting strands against her face. Exhausted she let out a heavy sigh, she collapsed against the door of the medical supply cabinet.

"I think this is my fortieth trip back here," she said, in ragged low breaths. "I'm wiped out."

Sarah handed her a cold Gatorade, a knowing smile, spreading across her face. Even at forty-five, Sarah could only be described as beautiful. She had poise and confidence that even Stacy was envious of.

"Well, we've only got about fourteen or fifteen hours left," Sarah replied.

Stacy shook her head while she twisted the cap off the bottle. "This is crazy! These men have already been through hell what else could Pastor Rick possibly put them through? What exactly is Pastor Rick trying to prove out here?"

She put the bottle to her lips and drank deeply, the cold liquid felt like heaven. She turned to the cabinet and began refilling her backpack with the supplies she'd already exhausted several times.

Sarah's voice, almost musically, "OH honey, he's not trying to prove anything. He's trying to get these men to prove something to themselves. They all came here carrying a version of the same flaw, low self-esteem. The last five weeks have been about digging down to the root of it, excising it, and rebuilding what all the men lost or never had."

Stacy paused, her hand hovering over a bin of IV catheters. The words struck deeper than she expected. Five weeks of counseling with her mother had broken open parts of her she'd forgotten about. She realized that much the same thing had probably happened with all of the men in this class.

Sarah, gently, "Between the sessions with your mom, time at the range, on the mat, and all the time out in the field… they've been forced to face the broken parts. That's where real healing starts."

Stacy's head bowed as she stuffed gauze, occlusive dressings, tape, quick splints, and instant ice packs into her bag. Her thoughts drifted back to her first conversation with her mother five weeks ago.

"How could I ever come home?" Stacy said with ironic anger, sitting across from her mother in the quiet office. "How could I possibly come home to you after what I did to Dustin? After I destroyed then murdered my husband? I didn't want to shame you, walking into church as the literal whore, everyone whispering and judging."

Tears welling up as the confession poured out of her. "I never came home, Mom, because I couldn't stand the thought of seeing the disappointment in your eyes. Your perfect daughter turned out to be a worthless whore."

She broke down completely, shoulders shaking with heavy as despair consumed her.

Amy knelt in front of her daughter. She gently rested a hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair as if Stacy were still a little girl. She cupped Stacy's tear-streaked face, lifting it so their eyes could meet.

"Baby, I'm so sorry," Amy shaking her head back and forth. "I need you to forgive me. I don't know how I failed you so badly that you thought I could love you less than the day I brought you home." Her thumbs gently wiping away the tears. "I will love you forever, no matter what mistakes you make. I wish you had come to me sooner so I could help carry this burden; but I understand why you didn't. And I'm sorry."

Stacy stared at her mother, stunned, confused by the grace kneeling in front of her. "Even after everything I just told you? what I did to Dustin, and then another man? you still love me?"

"Of course I do," Amy with an ironic laugh and bright shinning, empathic eyes. "I wish you had made different choices. I wish you had healed properly so one mistake didn't snowball into so much pain. But Stacy, you are my daughter, I will always love you."

Amy's smile felt strange. Is this what forgiveness feels like?

"Look, sweetheart," her mother's tone more clinical, "there is a mountain of things we need to unpack. But right now, your friend Bill is in trouble. The mental state you described sounds like the psychological version of a severed femoral artery. He needs immediate attention. You both do."

Amy's expression grew more serious. "There's very little solid research on this, but what does exist would make anyone sick. There was a reddit user who followed a group of people involved in the, hotwifing, cuckold shenanigans. He found that the suicide rate among the husbands was over ninety times higher than the national average. Bill is in trouble and we need to go help him"

Fresh tears spilled down Stacy's cheeks. "OH God; what have I done?"

Amy squeezed her hands tightly. "We don't have time for that right now. You're going to have to pull yourself together, sweetheart. As much as I want to start working with you, we need to make sure we don't have the guilt of a second Dustin to try to heal through."

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"Lead One to Medic One," the radio crackled, bringing Stacy back to the present.

"They're calling you, sweetie," Sarah said laying her hand on Stacy's shoulder…

"Medic One, we need you to pre-stage at WC 5. Bring your full water crossing packs. Pastor Fred will help transport."

"Copy that. I'm on my way," Stacy replied.

Stacy looked up at the large map on the wall, her finger finding the route marked in red pen, she traced along the lines until she found the handwritten "WC 5" next to a blue squiggle, indicating a river.

"Good grief, Sarah; it's pouring buckets out there, and they're really going to make them cross another river at four in the morning?" Her palm landed loudly against her sweat drenched forehead. "This is insane."

Stacy grabbed the packs and ran out of the garage into the driving thunderstorm. The rain hit her like needles, instantly soaking through her jacket. After forty hours with almost no rest, every step was a monumental effort.

She found Pastor Fred loading some bags in the trunk of the Mule. She climbed in, grateful for the ride. Twenty bone-jarring minutes later, the sound of raging water began to overpower even the roar of the storm. A deep, instinctive fear settled in her chest.

The Mule stopped on a muddy road beside a dark stand of trees. Pastor Fred pointed into the blackness and shouted over the wind, "It's about fifty yards that way, down the hill!"

"What in the world are you maniacs doing now?" Stacy yelled back as she scrambled out.

Pastor Fred smiled, "Recovering what was lost." Turning in his seat, he revved the engine and disappeared into the rain.

Stacy pushed forward, half-walking, half-running through the trees line. Mud sucked at her boots with every step, trying to pull her down. She emerged from the forest on to the rocky edge of the swollen river and froze.

A black, violent torrent stretched out before her. Lightning flashed, revealing white-capped waves crashing against rocks. Debris, branches, garbage, shot past in the current like it weighed nothing.

Stacy shivered, not just from the cold rain; the sheer power of the water shook her. She slowly picked her way along the slippery rocks, listening for the familiar shouts of the instructors.

After several tense minutes, she finally heard Pastor Rick's booming voice cutting through the storm.

"Are you gonna quit now?!" Pastor Rick's voice crying over the storm like thunder. "You've carried each other this far! You've got another ten miles left, that's nothing! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!"

What a nut job, Stacy thought, though there was enormous amounts of respect hidden beneath the words. Five weeks ago she would have dismissed him completely. Now, she wasn't so sure.

"Bill looked horrible when I saw him five hours ago," she muttered. "Why are any of them still doing this?"

She fought her way up a short, muddy rise, the rain pelting her face and jacket. As she crested the top, the sight below stunned her.

Twenty one men moved like weary ghosts through the downpour, soaked to the bone, caked in red clay, each one flanked by pastors who had traded their collars for the booming voices of their former persona's, Marine Corps drill instructors.

Stacy had never known anyone in the military. For weeks she had quietly observed them, their discipline, their exhaustion, their stubborn refusal to break. She couldn't help but be impressed, even moved, by the kind of commitment that would make a man willingly walk through something like this.

She squinted against the rain and lowered the hood of her jacket, letting the water run off. Her eyes scanned the column of tired bodies, searching. There.

Her breath left her at the sight of him, fighting his way up a slippery embankment, still carrying that brutally overloaded pack. He looked like he'd been destroyed, covered head to toe in mud, every step an obvious battle. Yet there was no obvious quit in him.

We've been together almost every day for five weeks, she reminded herself. Daily counseling with Mom on top of all this, of course I'm concerned about him.

She tried to justify the way her eyes kept finding him, the way her chest ached when she saw how much hard he was working. But deep down, she knew it was more than that.

BOOM!

A massive clap of thunder exploded directly overhead. Lightning tore across the sky, lighting up the river and the exhausted column of men for one blinding second. The crack of electricity in the air made Stacy's chest seize.

She startled.

Her boot slipped on the slick rock beneath her.

The world tilted violently.

She fell.

There was a sharp, blinding burst of pain as her head struck the rock. The world inverted, as she tumbled into the raging maelstrom. She gasped desperately for air only to choke on the freezing river that flooded her mouth and nose.

OH God, no!

Desperately she tried to claw her way to the surface, exhaustion and disorientation made every movement clumsy and weak. She broke the surface for one short second, sucking in a tiny breath before the current dragged her under again.

Please God, not now… please!

In the black, chaotic darkness, Her chest constricted like a steel band. In a staccato jerk she felt herself being dragged through the water as her hope began to fade. Her face broke through the surface! She coughed violently, choking and gasping for air as the current tried to claim her again.

Bill.

"I've got you, Stac!" he yelled over the roar of the river. "I've got you! You're safe!"

He fought the current, shielding her body with his own, from the debris being propelled towards them. Finally reaching shallower water, her feet felt the rocks on the bottom. She struggled to stand with Bill still holding her tightly. Unable to get her legs and feet to cooperate and unable to fight Bill's efforts, he drug her up the embankment.

God… he's strong!

She lay in the mud trying to catch her breath as she felt her self being turned over. His arms slipped beneath her back and under her legs as she levitated above the ground, her arms naturally wrapping around his neck. Bill carried her several yards from the river's edge before he laid her gently on the ground.

Hovering over her, Bill quickly checked the gash on the side of her head. He reached into one of the cargo pockets on his soaked cammies, pulled out a clean cloth, and pressed it firmly against her head.

"You could've been killed," he said, half-laughing, half-scolding. "What were you thinking, jumping into a river like that in the middle of a storm? You're nuts, lady."

Stacy's eyes found his face through the pouring rain. For the first time in years, she felt something deep and warm growing inside her—a sense of safety she, she wasn't alone. This man, after everything she had done to him, was still here. Still protecting her.

"You could have been killed!" she yelled angrily… "Why would you risk your life for me? After everything I've done to you? after I helped destroy your marriage? why would you jump in after this worthless whore?"

Bill looked at her like she had asked the most obvious question in the world.

"Because you were in trouble, Stac."

The world spun again as sharp pain flared through her head.

"Stac, we've all made mistakes," Bill said, breathing hard, "but you saved my life… Hell, you probably saved all our lives. We're in this together… you and I."

Pastor Rick appeared at the edge of the riverbank. He shouted orders at the men behind him before rain the radio to his mouth. Stacy felt herself lifted off the ground as the men worked together to carry her up the muddy hill. They loaded her into the waiting Mule before disappearing back into the storm with Bill.

Hours later Her head throbbed as she waited beside the muddy road for the platoon to arrive. She could hear the instructors still driving the exhausted group, pushing them through the last brutal miles. Her whole body ached from hours of running medical supplies back and forth. Her fingers were sore from starting dozens of IVs. She had managed barely six or eight hours of sleep in the last fifty-six hours… yet she refused to miss the end.

She was sitting on the back the Mule underneath two fluttering red flags that marked the end of the torturous journey. Her ;are back p-ack, counting,medical supplies sat next to her as she watched the group of men emerge from the tree line, a hundred yards in front of her.

The men looked like they had been in a two day war. They were all exhausted but many of them wore slings or splints. All of them had had an IV run in to them at some point, but they were al still moving. The sight reminded her of th ephors she'd seen in history books about the Batan death march.

What do they think they are accomplishing, Stacy though while shaking her head.

She watched the men stumble, fall then get up; each a half dozen times. Professionally she felt jeopardy, all of these men needed this to end pushing this far, was already potentially a violation of her professional oath; in fact it might be criminal.

Her Eyes almost magnetically found Bill. Still carrying the huge pack, exhausted, spilling out everything that he had. Stacy found her self envious. She found herself wishing that someone cared for her enough to spill out everything for her.

She watched as Bill stumbled yet again and fell, but this time he didn't get up. Her heart sank as Pastor Rick squat down beside Bill in the mud.

Stacy grabbed her bag and began running, propelled by something she could only interpret as panic. She arrived a few seconds later where she overheard Pastor Rick speaking to

"Bill," Rick continued, voice steady but kind, "your mother tortured you as a kid. She convinced you her abuse was love, then she abandoned you and your father. That's how your mind defined love. To you, abuse equals love… It does not!"

Bill grunted, a low, painful sound. Stacy had heard pieces of this story during the weeks of group counseling, but hearing it again—knowing she had helped continue the torment of that wounded little boy—stabbed her deeply in the chest.

Bill rolled off of his back and pushed himself up so that he was balancing on his knees using his arms to hold his torso off the ground. He wobbled and swayed visibly.

"You have worth, Bill, so much so that he sent his only son to die for you," Rick said. "You almost killed yourself saving Stacy's life tonight." Shaking his head with a laugh "you two are a real pair, let tell ya" he rolled his eyes skyward "You showed all of us what love really looks like last night. You were willing to give everything… You love completely just as Jesus told his disciples to do, the night before the cross. But you don't demand that others love you the same way?…"

With an exasperated laugh rick continued, "Bill, it's time for you demand it. It's time you Take back your company, It's time to take back your life? It's right there in front of you. It's only fifty yards away, Bill."

Pastor Rick, still staring at Bill, extended his index finger, pointing directly at Stacy.

"Then Bill, the real challenge lies in front of you. Will you accept the gift God gave you? He forgave you before you even committed any of your sins. Can you find enough respect for yourself to accept the forgiveness He desperately wants you to have?"

Rick didn't wait for and answer, Bill's head still bowed, eyes shut, Rick turned his gaze to capture Stacy's eyes.

"So now there is no condemnation for those who belong to Christ Jesus; he already forgave you. It's time to lay down your regrets and become the person you want to be, the person he designed you to be."

Stacy's eyes filled with tears as Bill rose to his feet with a mighty, trembling effort. Sweat poured off of him. He was barely able to stand. His left boot fell forward, and his right followed. Stacy wanted it to be her. She felt herself rising as she watched him rise, her guilt falling away like a heavy winter coat coming off after entering a warm room. With every stumbling step Bill took toward the finish line, Stacy's heart swelled with admiration for his redemption, wishing it was her own.

"This men's camp was every bit for you, just as much as it was for them," Pastor Rick said, gesturing toward the men still struggling toward the finish line.

"Your exhaustion, the pain in your legs and back—it's all there so you can make a decision right here, right now… Do you deserve to be loved? to be be cherished by someone as the most important thing on earth? Or is being the community sex toy good enough for Stacy? You've hated yourself because when you were too young to be married, you got married. When you were too young to understand what marriage meant, you made the wrong choices… and it ended with Dustin's suicide."

Stacy, unable to respond, Pastor Rick's words stinging, like salt in the wound. I was just a kid playing at being a wife. And I destroyed him.

Rick's eyes, staring directly at hers. "We all do foolish things when we're, it's only by God's grace that any of us survive our youth. If Dustin were here, Stacy—if the Holy Spirit were working in him—he would wrap his arms around you, kiss you on the forehead, and tell you that he forgives you. Now take that forgiveness, along with God's, and cross that finish line. Let the woman you want to be stand on one side. Let the woman whose failures tortured her and prevented her from receiving God's grace, fall on the other."

Can I really do that? Stacy wondered, chest tightening. Can I forgive myself? After everything I did?

Stacy's chest heaved with labored breaths. She looked past Pastor Rick at Bill, who was lumbering toward the finish line. He's still fighting… after everything I helped do to him. She turned and watched the other men stumbling behind him. Two more collapsed in the mud, too exhausted to continue.

They're all still fighting, she thought. Even after all of this and whatever brought them here.

She looked at Rick, nodded once, picked grabbed her bag and ran to the nearest fallen man. With efficiency that only comes through experience, she pulled out the equipment, started an IV, and enlisted another classmate to hold the banana bag high while she cracked the cooling packs and placed them on the man's neck. For the next forty-five minutes she moved from man to man—helping them walk, stumble, and sometimes crawl across the finish line.

This is what I should have been doing all along, she thought as she worked. Helping save that man instead of helping Amber destroy him.

Never again!

When the last man finally crossed, Stacy stood exhausted behind the flags. Pastor Rick's words echoed in her mind. Taking a deep breath, she stepped slowly across the line. A small, tentative smile, one she hadn't felt in years, spread across her face.

Maybe… maybe I can start believing I'm worth forgiving.

She walked a few yards and found Bill lying on the ground, dry heaving. Within seconds she had an IV line running into his arm. Then her own legs gave out. She collapsed beside him.

She lay there for only a moment before she heard the familiar sound of a cold pack being activated. Sarah knelt beside her, smiling, and with the same efficiency Stacy had shown all night, slid an IV into her arm.

With the last of her strength, Stacy let her head roll toward Bill and rested it comfortably against his shoulder. For the first time in longer than she could remember, she didn't feel the crushing need to run from herself. She was proud.

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"Who does that pathetic loser think he is?" Amber muttered, her heels clicking sharply against the concrete. "Just runs off and leaves me to 'figure things out'?"

Her fury being broadcast to the world by the the slightly taller heels punishing the floor with every step. The tight pencil skirt hugged her hips and ass, restricting her stride but showing the world exactly what Bill had abandoned. Beneath it, thigh-high stockings and garter belt part of her battle dress for the day, to her—it felt like a weapon. Her mind was filled with sadistic glee and the possibilities that lie in front of of her today.

Let them look. Every doctor, every nurse—let them all see what he walked away from. They'll probably run off to jerk off in the supply closet after I pass.

She shouldn't be articulating these things out loud, even quietly, but it helped drown out the children's voices that still haunted her from the nightmare. Those voices had been torturing her now for weeks.

"Mrs. Breck!… Mrs. Breck!"

Amber didn't even slow, as her head began to shake side to side. "What?"

Linda, the perpetually cheerful volunteer who looked like Betty White's sister, hurried after her. "I'm so sorry to bother you, but Sandra came in earlier and asked me to flag you down. She needs to see you in her office as soon as possible."

The hair on the back of Amber's head tingled. Sandra had been agonizingly distant over the last several weeks. Normally Amber looked forward to any meeting with Sandra but this had an ominous tone She turned slowly, forcing her expression into something resembling calm.

"Did she say what it was about?"

Linda shook her head. "No, sweetheart, she Just said that it was important."

Amber's stomach twisted as she began walking toward the executive suite. For the first time in weeks, the rage gave way to something colder.

This isn't good.

Her arms folded across her chest as she walked through the large hallway. Her mind raced, trying to figure out why her mentor had skipped their bi-weekly lunches for the past three weeks. Why her friend hadn't come by to see her. Why, for the first time in years, Sandra was always too busy to stop and talk.

Something's wrong.

The executive suite doors loomed ahead, She found herself hoping that she would never reach them. The garter belt and thigh highs felt ridiculous now. Amber took a slow, deliberate breath and pushed through.

"OH! Mrs. Breck," the receptionist called out brightly. "Sandra asked me to send you straight back to her office the moment you arrived."

The woman's quizzical, slightly pitying look twisted the screw in Amber's chest another painful turn.

"Thank you," Amber replied with feigned confidence, forcing her lips into something resembling a smile.

She walked down the hallway, heels clicking sharply. Sandra's door was closed. That's strange. Sandra never closed her door.

Amber knocked. The door opened almost immediately, as if Sandra had been standing right behind it. The familiar smile that Sandra wore like a tattoo was completely absent. In its place was a cold, professional mask.

"Amber, thank you for coming so quickly," Sandra said, her voice flat and mechanical. "Please come in and have a seat."

Amber stepped inside. A bead of sweat traced down her temple. Her eyes swept the room and landed on the large police officer standing in the corner—arms folded across his broad chest, ears cauliflowered, looking more like a cage fighter than a cop. Amber fought to conceal the panic but she was rocked by a slight shiver.

Only then did she notice the other woman already seated to the side of Sandra's desk—the head of Human Resources.

Sandra sat down, brushing her skirt forward. Her eyes went straight to the computer screen as her hand found the mouse.

"Amber, this is Jan Fields from HR. She needs to be present for this."

Amber's voice shook. "What's going on? Am I in trouble? I have no idea what this is about."

She glanced sideways at the police officer. He hadn't moved. His arms remained folded across his broad chest, his face bored. The nameplate on his uniform read "P. Collier."

Sandra didn't waste time.

"Amber, when you took possession of your office, do you remember signing the privacy and conduct agreement?"

Jan slid a sheet of paper across the desk. "Is this your signature?"

Amber's head began to spin. Her mind instantly running through every risky thing she had done in that office, trying to calculate how bad this could possibly be. Why the hell is there a cop here?

Before she could answer, Sandra continued, her voice completely absent of emotion.

"Well, judging by what we have in front of us… it appears you didn't read it very carefully." Sandra cleared her throat. "Do you remember that lawsuit I asked you to take down to Legal a few weeks ago? As part of their disclosure request, they demanded all hospital surveillance footage. That includes the surveillance inside office spaces. They were… quite surprised by what they found."

Contempt now growing with every word that Sandra spoke.

Amber's face fell into her hands. Sandra turned the computer monitor toward her and pressed play.

The video was painfully sharp.

"Yes! OH fuck, Daddy… Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!" Amber's own recorded voice blasted from the speakers. "Please don't stop… Keep fucking me!"

On screen, Amber was bent face-down over her own desk, completely naked except for her heels. Jack was behind her, the massive, hairy roots of his gut draped over her back as he slammed into her. His fat hips and belly jiggled violently with every thrust. He had a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as he brutalized her.

Amber's heart felt like it was being crushed as the audio played her own voice:

"Yes… that dumbass can't fuck me like you do, Daddy."

Jack's crude reply followed immediately. "That's why you made him wear condoms, right? So I could fuck you and cum inside you whenever I wanted?"

Sandra's face, red with fury, glared across the desk, her voice barley containing obvious rage. "Last time I checked, Bill wasn't that obese." The last word slid from her lips like a hiss.

Tears stung Amber's eyes. "Yes, I cheated on Bill, but that's between me and him! I don't see why you felt the need to bring them here to embarrass me like this!"

On the screen, Amber's recorded screams grew louder and more desperate. Sandra's face contorted with obvious disgust.

"Well, Amber, what's the name of this hospital?" Sandra said in the most condescending tone that Amber had ever heard.

Confused and shaking, Amber muttered, "St. Ann's University Medical Center."

"And what, young lady, do you associate the word 'Saint' with?"

From the speakers came Amber's voice again, raw and pleading: "OH god, fuck yes! Cum for me, Daddy! Wherever you want! Show my husband who fucks me the bestttt!"

The room fell into silence, twisting the knife in Amber's gut. The wet, rhythmic slapping of Jack's fat thighs against Amber's body continued to play. For the first time in years, a deep, unfamiliar feeling bubbled up inside her.

Shame.

Before Amber could demand they turn the video off, Sandra spoke again, her tone spoiling for a fight. "Let me help you. The saints are all associated with the Christian religion—more specifically, the Catholic Church." Sandra's piercing stare bored into her. "When you accepted this position, do you recall signing the moral conduct agreement?"

Jan retrieved another paper from her folder and slammed it onto the desk. "Is that your signature?"

Several agonizing seconds passed before Sandra answered for her. "So… yes."

Amber with a pleading scream. "Please… turn that off."

Jack's voice boomed from the speakers once more: "You want me to cum for you? Cum deep inside your pussy? Huh? Fill you up more than your dumbass husband ever could?! Fuck! My! Little! Slut!"

Sandra reached for the mouse. "Yes, I believe we've all had enough…"

"Wait a sec," P. Collier ordered, his voice cutting through the room like a blade.

"What are you, some sort of perv?" Amber snapped. "We don't need to see any more of this!"

The officer ignored her and squinted at the screen. "That's Jack Pierce, isn't it?"

The room went deathly silent, save for the audio of the video still playing. Amber's blood ran cold. She slowly turned in her seat to look at the officer. A wave of dread washed over her, sucking the air from her lungs. Both Sandra and Jan were now staring at him with equal intrigue.

The officer's eyes shifted down to Amber. He studied her for a long, terrifying moment before he turned his head back to the screen.

"Yep, that's Jacky boy alright," Officer Collier said, his voice tinged with what Amber thought might be glee?

Sandra leaned forward. "Officer; do you know that man?"

"In fact, I do," Collier replied, the words sliding out with clear disgust. "Jack Pierce. About twenty… twenty-five years ago—I don't remember the exact date—old Jackie boy here used GHB to knock out a sorority girl at his frat party. Then he put on a little show for his brothers and raped her while they watched. Right here on this campus."

He turned his head and stared at Amber.

Amber covered her face with both hands, trying to hide. She leaned forward in her chair as tears began falling onto the floor. "OH God… no, no, no! This can't be happening…"

Collier shifted his gaze to the two women on the other side of the desk. "Ladies, I'm going to step out for a sec, I'll be right back" He pulled his phone from his belt and stepped outside the office.

The moment the door clicked shut, Sandra's face twisted with pure fury. Amber was sobbing violently.

"For the love of God!" Sandra exclaimed, staring down at the top of Amber's bowed head. "Your office is thirty feet from a children's center! You were cheating on your husband with a registered sex offender thirty feet from dying children?! Her voice rising to a scream.

She rose to her feet, shaking her head in disgust. "Well, if you hadn't surmised it yet, Amber—you're fired."

Collier walked back into the office.

"I just checked the offender book a few seconds ago," he said. "Like I thought, he is area-restricted from this hospital because it's were he did what he did." He paused, staring at the screen with a dark smirk.

"Fuck… oh… oh God… Jackkkkk! OH! Fuck baby! I'm cumming so hard!" Amber's recorded voice rang out, continuing the torture.

On the screen, Jack's cum visibly erupted from her pussy, sliding down her leg and dripping onto the desk and floor.

"Well, ain't that cute," Collier muttered, his face twisted in disgust. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Jan slid another sheet of paper across the desk. "Well, Officer, I'm glad you're here. Under the circumstances, we have to add some paperwork."

She placed the document in front of Amber. "St. Ann's University Medical Center is hereby issuing you, Amber Breck, a criminal trespass warning. You are not allowed on this property or any other portion of the St. Ann's University campus for any reason. If you are found here, you will be arrested and prosecuted."

Jan signed the form, tore off a carbon copy, and handed it to Amber.

"OH, and given what we've just learned, we will also be challenging your license to practice."

Sandra looked at Jan. "Do you have anything further for Amber?"

"No," Jan replied, Sandra turned back to Amber with clear hostility. "Get this thing whatever paperwork it needs, then get its filthy presence out of here."

Sandra's voice rose to a near scream as she pointed toward the door. "Susan! Get Environmental down here to clean these offices. We'll just have to burn her office!"

Collier looked at Amber. Had enough?… Let's go."

Amber, barely able to breathe and unable to look at her former mentor, grabbed her bag and walked sobbing out of the office. Collier escorted her through the building to her car. Before she could get in, he stopped her.

"In about thirty minutes, I'm going to have a warrant for Jackie boy's arrest," he said. "So this is your one opportunity, Amber." He drew out the last few syllables for emphasis.

"Looks like you already fucked up the rest of your life, marriage, career; so I'm going to throw you a bone. Next time you see Jack… you're going to call me."

"Fuck you," Amber spat, trying to regain some control. "I'm not doing anything for you."

"Ah, now Amber, don't flatter yourself," Collier said with a sneer. "At best you're a seven and a half physically. As a person, you're a negative thirty-eight. I wouldn't touch that filthy, used-up sewer of a cunt with a ten-foot steel pole."

He leaned in closer, his hard face and cauliflowered ears filling her vision. "Here's the thing. If I find him in your presence and you haven't called me, I'm taking your soiled ass to prison too."

Collier handed her a card. "Here's my number. Don't lose it, Amber. I've been dying to put your boyfriend away. Now you're on my list, so don't give me a fucking reason, you worthless whore."

He bent down until his gritted teeth and curled lips dominated her view. "Your choice, I guess… " He slammed his hand down hard on the roof of her car, making her jump. "Have a great day."

Collier strolled away without looking back.

Amber could barely see through her tears. Her hands shook as she fumbled with the door handle and slumped into the driver's seat. Her heart hammering inside her chest. She pulled her phone from her purse, nearly dropping it twice before she managed to open the text thread with Stacy. Her fingers trembling, she typed out a message, then threw the phone onto the passenger seat and collapsed forward against the steering wheel.

She could still hear the children's voices calling to her from the nightmare, but they sounded miles away now…

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Stacy felt guilty about her trips to the house Bill had rented, but couldn't stop herself. In the more than two months since they had fled the cabin, she hadn't touched Bill other than for medical reasons or a few hugs. But those hugs lingered longer and longer every time. Now it felt almost like she was assaulting herself whenever she broke the embraces. She was simply thankful she hadn't torn his clothes off and had her way with him, but the urge was more powerful with every visit.

Shaking off the thoughts, she rounded the corner to his cul-de-sac and was surprised to see a wrecker in front of his house. His special Camaro—the one he bragged about but had to quietly admit that he spent almost ninety thousand dollars on—a ZL1 1LE. She recalled Amber lamenting about the cost and how excited he was to get it.

She found Bill standing on the sidewalk on the opposite side of the wrecker taking a slip of paper from the driver's hand.

"Your fancy, juvenile hot rod finally break?" Stacy asked playfully as the driver swung himself up in to the cab of the truck.

"Nope. I sold it."

Stacy felt her eyes widen uncontrollably. "You love that thing—what are you doing!?"

"Well, Stac… things went on in that car with Amber and Jack. There is no way to clean that out."

Stacy found herself wanting to wrap her arms around her friend's husband, to console him, but she was afraid she wouldn't be able to let him go, and she was done making those mistakes.

Bill took a deep breath before he continued, "Not to mention, the buyout from my company is going to take months to clear probate, and we needed some cash for equipment now." He said while handing the check he'd received to Stacy.

"Really, Bill!" You gave up your car for our equipment?" With a sigh, she added, "I don't want you to do this. You love that car."

"I loved that car—but like I said, it has to go. And really, I'm glad to do it. I got the keys to the building from the lawyer's office last night. A bunch of the medical stuff is coming today around noon. We should go get breakfast, then we can go over and help get that stuff inside."

Stacy's heart leapt as his words refocused her on their business plans. She and Bill had hatched the plan for a medically supervised athletic training center only a few short weeks into their stay in Florida, and it was actually coming to fruition.

"I can't believe we're actually doing this, Bill! You and I are starting a business together!" Shaking her head in disbelief, she continued, "Rick says he knows some people involved in pro motocross that run a training facility a little further north, they want to talk to us about what we are going to offer." She turned a crushingly bright smile toward Bill as they instinctively walked to their usual breakfast spot. "Rick set up a meeting at the end of next week to talk to them!" She skipped and hopped next to Bill while letting out a gleeful "Eeeeee!"

Her gleefulness left her as her thoughts returned to her excuse to visit Bill this morning. She looked at Bill—a beautiful man who was now wearing a beautiful, light, content smile as he sauntered next to her. She summoned all of her willpower to tell him.

"I got a text from Amber a little while ago… sounds like things have gone off the rails up there." She watched his face go from content to anguish.

After a few strides with his eyes tightly shut, he opened them and said, "Well, I always knew I was going to have to go back at some point and try to sort that mess out. I'm married to her. I can't ignore that forever."

Stacy felt her own joy turning to apprehension as they slowly walked in the shade of palm trees and other south Florida greenery.

"Would you like me to come with you?" Stacy asked.

"No, I think your presence might only complicate things. She and I—and no one else—have some decisions we have to make." His words were final, definitive, commanding.

Stacy pulled her phone out of her bag, she'd been wearing across her white linen dress. She opened the text thread and scrolled to the morning she and Bill had fled the cabin.

Handing the phone to Bill, "If you're going to go, then I think you need to see where her mind is. You need the intel before you walk into that battle."

Bill took the phone and, without hesitation, began reading as they slowly walked toward the beach. After a short while, Stacy heard Bill grunt ominously.

"She wanted me to do what?" His words stabbed freshly at Stacy.

She watched as his jaw clenched, and the morning sun catch the hard lines of his face.

Through gritted teeth Bill forced out, "I'll leave for Chicago this afternoon."

The words hung in the air like a loaded gun. Stacy felt a chill run down her spine. The man walking beside her was no longer the broken husband they had dragged out of that cabin. He was something else now—something harder, something dangerous.

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ

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 Subtitle:Neighbour Chronicles Resumed Ch. 12
 Category:Loving Wives
      URL:http://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/comments/1f464if/neighbour_chronicles_resumed_ch_121/
Published:2024-08-29
I started reading Neighbour Chronicles after part three was released in 2021 and was blown away. The quality of the writing was excellent. The slow introduction of new elements to the plot was well paced. The author wasn't afraid to give the audience relief between moments of sexual explosion -I'm thinking particularly about parts 4 and 7 which were probably my favorites…

…but the story never finished.

I started this "fan fiction" a few months ago. At the time, it had been more than a year since the latest chapter was released on literotica. From his posts on the discord, it seems like Avid had a fully fleshed out plan for these characters but he couldn't finish the story. Whether it was a negative spiral at the length of time it was taking, or a simple loss of joy at the writing process -no one but him can know. It could be that something more important happened in his life that writing erotic literature which is totally understandable.

I have spent the last few month writing these two chapters and can totally sympathize with him about how draining it is. If Avid reads any of these post then I hope he knows that I wrote these stories because I want them to have a good ending and I don't blame him for not finishing. In June there was an update on Patreon -it was interesting to see how well/badly I predicted the plot. I hope Avid gets to finish the story, but I thought it was still worthwhile posting what I have written so far.

I'm going to try to be true to the story and hit most of the key elements that I think were good:

Over-the-top dialogue, Detailed descriptions of Amber's body and clothing, Multiple cliff-hangers per chapter (sorry everyone, it happened in every patreon update since chapter 5), New and unexpected situations that Jack puts Amber into, and the best element of the story for me, navigating the fine line between Amber's boundaries being pushed and also her willingness to become sluttier and sluttier.

I will also try to mimic Avid's voice in the latter stories and write in the third person, not using Bill's voice. I'm not a professional writer so will struggle here, but Avid didn't have a fully consistent voice between chapters.

These updates will be shorter than the chapters that Avid wrote but hopefully they'll be more frequent. The first two will be quite long but the length will be inconsistent after that. I have the plot totally fleshed out and each part in a mature draft but they all need to be edited and perfected. I'm giving myself a week between updates and I'll try to be consistent with updates, but no promises.

Finally, I hope this doesn't scan as plagiarism -I'm doing my best to honor the story as I imagine it would have continued.

Prologue A

The evening of Friday, 23rd -The day of the anniversary

A month.

For a month, Bill had been looking forward to this moment.

A month of teasing, a month of distractions, and a month of using condoms.

Bill understood why all these things happened: Amber was coming down from the high of the encounters with their neighbor, work had been busy for both of them, and there was a delay on Amber's last prescription for the contraceptive pill. All innocent reasons, irritating but understandable.

Abstaining from sex entirely had nearly pushed Bill over the edge. The last two weeks had resulted in such a build up of frustration -but he kept to the plan Amber had set out. It would only make tonight even more special.

Now, however.

Now Bill's rush in work was complete, the hospital conference was over, and Amber's pill would be in effect. Bill's frustrating month was up. His sexual purgatory had ended.

He was finally going to have sex with his wife.

Amber always made an effort for the big occasions and Bill expected this anniversary to be no different. In fact, after the year they both had, he hoped that this anniversary might be the most exciting yet.

Bill thought back over the past year. It was wild to see how far his wife had been pushed during her encounters with their neighbor. He knew that Amber was putting on a show, indulging her husband's strange twisted and fantasy, but he could also tell how much she enjoyed it.

Jack was rough with her. That roughness seemed to unlock something insider her and made her discover how much she enjoyed being submissive. She found it exciting being so out of control with Jack. Of course, she had some hard lines, but Bill could tell his wife enjoyed flirting with them. Stepping over them occasionally too. She liked to be coaxed into breaking her own rules and having the excuse of Jack's recklessness as a safety net.

Acting submissive with Jack also had the effect of making Amber tease Bill more and more.

Being exposed to the strange power dynamic between her and her neighbor had caused her to exert a similar dominance over her husband. Bill knew she took pleasure in teasing him with how much she had done with their neighbor but not her husband. He could tell that forcing him to use a condom had a practical reasons but also satisfied a desire to tease her husband. There was no reason for her to deny Bill sex, other a deep unconscious urge for Amber to be cruel.

There was a hierarchy of dominance between the three of them: Jack over Amber, and Amber over Bill.

Bill reflected on why Jack seemed to push Amber's buttons in a way he had never expected. Amber found Jack disgusting both inside and out, that lack of attraction had been key for helping her to let go when she was with him. In every other aspect of Amber's life (her job, hobbies, gym, friendships, love-life) she had given her all. Bill thought she was just very driven but on reflection it might have been because of a fear of going wrong. With Jack there were no stakes. If she lost Jack because of a mistake, it wasn't a big deal. She wasn't losing something she particularly cared about.

Jack's large cock had something to do with exaggerating the erotic and taboo. Amber told Bill she was happy with his size and he truly believed her. However, there seemed to be something dangerous about a large cock which only heightened Amber's sense of breaking the expectations of her conservative upbringing.

Bill sighed as he parked his car on their road.

Why am I thinking like this? Bill wondered as he turned up his road. He wasn't sure what caused him to ponder his marriage this deeply but suspected he was still coming down from work.

He had been flat out, getting everything together for an important bid for his company. His brain had been in overdrive trying to delve into datasets and invent reasons that his company was the best candidate for the bid. His analytic mind must still looking for things to think about.

Bill's company had got this bid over the line last night and he had spent today tying up the last loose ends. Small low stakes leftovers that were not urgent but still needed to be done.

Every bid was hard, but there was no comparing this bid to the last one they made four months ago. He had been stressed out beyond belief trying to get it finished. And the had failed. This bid, however, was a breeze in comparison and he knew exactly why -David.

In the last month, David had evolved from dead weight to star player.

Since he didn't have a strict area of expertise, he had helped every aspect of the project. All of Bill's team got a helper to complete the most tedious parts of their work. David even stayed later than Bill some nights.

What happened to him? Bill wondered as he parked his car. Ugh, I don't care, I'm just glad to have another person I can count on.

Though the last few nights had been pressured, today was chill, and he spent most of it thinking about what he and Amber would get up to tonight. He had barely seen her over the past week with her traveling and all the two late nights he had Wednesday and Thursday.

Time to turn my brain off now, Bill thought.

The house was almost exactly as he had left it that morning. The grass was cut, the hydrangeas were in bloom and but there was a window open upstairs -Amber must be home. He walked in with an anniversary present in his hand and an excited smile on his face.

"Amber!" Bill called as he entered the house.

"I'm home! Happy anniversary!".

Bill listened for a call from his wife -silence was the only reply.

"Amber?" he called again to no response.

Where is she? he thought to himself as he searched the house. Not in the hall. Not in the kitchen or dining room. Not in the living ro-wait.

Bill paused as he looked into the living room. There was a large enveloped taped to the TV. He walked over and opened it. Inside was a blank DVD case, containing a blank DVD with a post-it note on the front with the command:

Play me ;)

He recognized Amber's handwriting.

"Amber! Is this DVD yours?" Bill asked the room.

Silence remained the only response.

Mystified, he put the DVD into the slot, turned on the TV and stood waiting for the screen to change. He felt nervous, What could be in the DVD? What is Amber up to?

The sound started to play before the image changed from black. He heard a woman giggle and ask, "Are you recording?". He recognized that voice, it was Amber. Then came a man's voice, "Just a second. Okay, here we go… and now!" Bill knew that voice, but before he could place it, the image faded in on the TV and stopped his thought in it's tracks.

Amber was on the screen, in a wooded forest, and wearing the sluttiest outfit he had seen her wear out of the house.

A white crop top barely concealed her sexy pink bra. Black and white booty shorts that were hiked up her ass giving her a wedgie and left bottom of her ass cheeks visible. Pink running shoes completed the slutty look. Her back was to the camera so that her ass was on full display but her head was turned showing her face blazing with a sexy smile. Amber laughed and waved to the camera before walking over to the nearest tree to strecht her legs.

Her ass popped out and her shorts came up even higher

"Damn, Bill!" came the man's voice again, "your wife looks amazing today. Don't you think? I can't wait to feel that body all over mine."

Bill was in shock, his jaw slack, he realized to whom that voice belonged…

…Jack.

Amber slowly walked closer to the camera and said, "Hey Bill, do you think Jack is gonna have fun playing with my ass in a little bit?" She turned while pulling down her shorts and shaking her hips to make her ass jiggle. Then Bill noticed her thong -it was pink to match the bra she was wearing.

She tucked her shorts under her ass cheeks to make her ass bounce up and down.

Bill was mesmerized by the sight, then a hand appeared in shot and started to caress her ass. "I think he already knows the answer to that," Jack laughed.

"I think I'm going to start showing off my ass more at home to tease you. But I'm not going to let you touch or feel like it like you used to. I'm going to tease you until you finally watch what I've been up to," Amber said to the camera while still shaking her ass. "But I'm going to let our big neighbor here play with it as much as he wants. That ass that you love so much will be groped, spanked, rubbed, and the whole time you'll only be able to watch." Her gaze moved up above the camera to Jack, "I have to make sure I tease my husband as much as possible, isn't that right baby?".

"God damn… that sounds like a good plan to me. Put your hands on that tree in front of you, I gotta play with this ass," he ordered -Amber obeyed immediately. She placed her hand on the tree, left her shorts pulled down, spread her legs and arched her back.

What the fuck?

Bill had a million questions running through his mind.

When was this? Where was I while Amber was doing this? How did Jack manage to convince Amber to do this? Was anyone else around? Will they get caught?

But the loudest question echoing in Bill's head…

…how far did they go?

"So Amber, why don't you tell Bill what you want me to do," prompted Jack.

"I want you spank me like my husband wishes he could," she coed. "Punish my ass that I work so hard to keep in shape. Remind me who's my husband and who's my daddy!" She bit her lip while looking at the camera.

"Well since you asked so nicely… " The camera panned down so that Amber's entire ass filled the screen. A hand came in and out of frame, SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

Amber gave a yelp. Her ass recoiled from the spanks Jack gave her. The screen faded to black again while Jack's voice could be heard, "That's enough for now, the real fun is coming soon. I want to find a more secluded spot. Come on, follow me."

Bill remained frozen to the spot. He wanted to search the rest of the house for Amber but was terrified of missing anything on the screen, which remained black.

"Amber!" called Bill in desperation. "What is happening, where are you?!?" His eyes were glued to the screen, he was in a state of shock. His stomach was brimming with worry and uncertainty. But there was a stronger emotion holding him to the spot -horniness.

Bill didn't know what was going to happen next, he didn't know how far Amber would go, but he needed to find out.

Sound started playing. It was a sucking sound, gulping and heavy breathing. Bill's eyes were glued to the screen while the image faded in.

Amber was on her knees in the wood, a cock in her mouth -she was giving Jack a blowjob.

She pulled her mouth off his cock with a pop. "Hmm, you taste so fucking good," she groaned as she licked up and down his shaft. "I've actually been thinking about this moment all weekend."

All weekend? marveled Bill. Is that where she was last week?

Amber began to kiss from the head of Jack's cock all the way down to his balls. She closed her eyes and let Jack's length rest on her face. A look of pure contentment was visible from behind the cock.

"Who would've thought that one day, I'd be comfortable sucking your cock?" She licked up to the top. "My husband has gotten one blowjob from me," she paused to lick Jack's cock from the base to the tip, "and it wasn't even my best. And I've sucked your beautiful cock so many times I've lost count." She put the cock back in her mouth and sucked the tip a few more times. "My husband has barely experienced my blowjobs and you, the man we hate, are now used to me on my knees sucking this beautiful thing."

Bill stared in awe. He had seen Amber give Jack a blowjob before but this was next level. The look of pure pleasure, her clothing, and the dirty talk were sluttier than anything he had seen.

"I have to make sure I thank your husband next time I see him," Jack laughed from behind the camera. Bill bristled while looking at the seen on his TV. When did this happen? How long after the night of the Superbowl? Or was this before?

Then Jack's hand entered the frame and took hold of his cock as the base.

What is he doing now? thought Bill.

Jack then lifted his cock and slapped Amber's face with it.

"What the fuck?" Bill gasped out loud. Amber will never tolerate this, he thought, it is so disrespectful.

But Amber giggled.

She opened her mouth.

And stuck her tongue out.

She's encouraging this.

It was the sluttiest thing he had ever seen her do. He couldn't understand what was happening. There was a ringing in his ears as he processed the images on the screen.

Amber started sucking Jack's balls as he continued to slap her face with his cock. She then moved back to the tip while staring into the camera. There was some dialogue back and forth between them that Bill didn't register. He just stared into Amber's eyes that looked back and him through the screen.

This was the best view he had ever seen of Amber's cock-sucking skills, and she wasn't using his cock.

Spit started to flow down Jack's shaft and Amber's chin onto her chest. Lewd slurping and gagging sounds came from her mouth. She had barely given Bill a blowjob and yet here she was with her neighbor's cock deep in her mouth in the middle of a public forest.

The screen suddenly went blank. Bill was transfixed. He couldn't move. He had to know what happened next.

Did the encounter in the forest continue? Were there other encounters? Did Amber have sex with Jack? Where was Amber? What am I watching? Is Jack blackmailing us?

Then the screen faded in to a different scene. Amber and Jack were sitting on a couch together. "Does this look good Bill?" she asked. "I'm about to make all your dreams come true, baby!" she continued while stroking the back of Jack's head.

Jack smiled smugly at the camera and said, "what can I say little buddy? Sorry you couldn't see us last week. That was my fault. Won't do it again…"

Last week, what was last week? Bill thought. Was he talking about the Superbowl? Then he did drug me!

Bill felt temporary relief knowing he had a final answer for why he zoned out that night. But this relief was short lived as he realized -

The evening of the Superbowl was months ago. What have they been up to since then, and why haven't I noticed anything?

"But anyway," continued Jack, "you really opened the gate to Hell letting me get a hold of your woman. Now look where she is!" All the while, Amber smiled sweetly into the camera and stroked Jack's shoulder and neck.

"By the time you see this, I probably will have fucked your pretty wife in every imaginable position!" Jack laughed. "Maybe you're going to watch this on your couch. Just know I'll have fucked her there too."

Bill turned to look at living room couch and arm chair with a new perspective. Then his focus turned to the dining room table. Jesus, he thought, anywhere could have been a a fuck-spot…

"Maybe you're in your bed? Wait! We already fucked there! Ha! God damn, I mean, look at this! Here, stand up," he commanded Amber.

Amber rose and Jack put his hand on her hips to roughly turned her round so that her ass faced the camera. "Look at this ass!" he exclaimed as he reached around to grope it. He pulled her shorts up to give her a wedgie.

Bill couldn't believe Jack was treating Amber like this. He was using her like an object for his pleasure. Bill had seen him be crude before, but something more was going on. He was groping her and bossing her around like never before -the Amber that Bill knew would not stand for this treatment.

Jack paused to look at the camera and said, "I'm going to fuck this all day today! Isn't that right?"

Amber giggled, arched her back even further, and replied "Mmm-hmm, we'll see…"

"She came over to my house today just to fuck my big cock! Isn't that right, sweetie?" Jack prompted. Amber blushed real embarrassment before nodding and adding, "That's right."

Jack pulled her back down onto the couch. Amber fell against him and pressed her breasts into his side of his head. She used her hand to stroke his chest. Jack's hands were put to good use feeling her stomach and legs.

"Tell your nice little husband what you told me today," Jack ordered. "Tell him why you're here."

Amber turned to speak into the camera. "Well… Bill, I told you that our little fantasy is over and that we should stop. But yesterday, I came home from a run and caught you watching an old video of me and our neighbor here." She paused to smile down at Jack and pat his chest. "At first, I was hurt because you tried to sneakily watch it behind my back, but then I realized that I can't force you to push down your urges. I want to please you anyway I can. So I'm going to make new videos. I think you'll like them."

"Is your husband the only one whose urges you're going to fulfill?" Jack asked. "Don't leave out any details… slut."

"Of course not," she faced Jack. "If your urges are being fulfilled that means I'm going to have to be 'filled' too, baby… " She ran her hands down Jack's shorts to grip the outline of his cock. "Everybody gets what they want," she added quietly.

"And as for you!" She slapped Jack's chest. "You have a video you took without my knowledge when you were fucking the life out of me last week! I'm forced to come here to keep your BIG mouth shut."

Ahhh, Jack was blackmailing Amber*, not* me*!* thought Bill. But if that's the case, why does she seem so sincere? Is she acting for me? Or for Jack? Or perhaps worst of all, not acting…

"The only one who is going to get their big mouth stuffed today is you!" Laughed Jack. "Oh yeah?" Amber smirked, looking down into his eyes. "Is that a promise?" she asked excitedly as she placed her hand on the side of his face. Jack placed his hand behind her head and quietly replied, "you know it is."

Amber moved her lips to Jacks.

The kiss started slowly but began to build in intensity. Amber groaned as Jack's tongue stuck passed her lips and began to kiss back in earnest.

Bill was frozen.

It must have been only thirty seconds of kissing but to him time stood still. He saw all the scenes of his and Amber's last decade fly past. A decade of laughter and flirting he and Amber had shared. A decade of tender, sweet moments spent in each others arms. A decade of passionate kisses that left them breathless. And here Amber was, kissing Jack with the same passion. One thing was for clear…

…she wasn't acting.

"She looks good on top of me, don't you think?" Jack broke the silence. "I'm going to make her do things with me you guys haven't tried yet. I'm really going to open her up if you know what I mean." He punctuated this sentence with a smack on Amber's ass.

"Oh god!" Amber whimpered. "Bill, he's going to ruin me. I'm gonna want nothing but his cock soon. I can just feel it."

They kissed again, this time with even more urgency. Amber held Bill's face while he cupped her ass before smacking it and breaking apart. "That was a good start," he said. "Now the fun begins…"

The screen went blank.

*****

Bill watched for the next half an hour as Jack and Amber had sex in more ways than he had ever imagined, and in places he had never imagined.

The had sex doggy-style, Cow-girl, Reverse cow-girl, and spooning. The had sex on Jack's couch, in Jack's bed, in the wooded forest, by the pool, and in Amber's office. Amber seemed so enthusiastic every time.

Bill watch the movie play out, utterly transfixed by the depth of depravity each new scene unleashed and the depths of humiliation the dirty talk rose to. He was struck dumb when he saw what Amber and Jack got up to in her office and was floored when he remembered the phone call Jack had made to him. He had no idea that his wife was eagerly attending to Jack's cock on the other end of the phone as the two men spoke.

Bill collapsed on the couch, utterly drained and unable to hold himself up as he was so overcome by the images he watched on the screen.

Then their bedroom came into view.

I suppose I don't have any footage of the Superbowl night, he thought. I can add it to the collection now…

He went into a state of numb shock as he watch David enter. The ringing started again in his ear. He could only make out snippets of conversation happening on the screen.

Amber ask David, "You want me to be sexy for you?" and a lump started to form in his throat. It grew and grew as the scene went on, enlarging rapidly every time David groped Amber's ass.

A true sense of worry formed in Bill's stomach when David's voice came from the screen threatening, "… might not be able to get Bill fired but he can make things much harder for that department. Your husband's long-time co-workers probably will have to be let go…"

Shit, am I in real trouble here? he thought. But worry morphed into arousal when Amber took back control.

"If I do this… you have to agree to be a better employee and stop messing around at work…"

Fuck, she has him wrapped around her finger… thought Bill. I guess I know who to thanks for our new star player at work…

As the scene continued so did Bill's building arousal. The worry at being blackmailed had totally evaporated when he realized how Amber totally dominated David. He was utterly enthralled looking at Amber tease and taunt him.

"Hmmm. It would be so naughty if he did. But my dumbass husband doesn't deserve to see me like this. It's only for your eyes."

Huh, was that for me?… thought Bill.

"You have such a sexy cock. I wonder what my husband would think if he saw what I was doing with you… " came from the screen, as Amber looked directly into the camera.

Fuck, that was for me…

The blowjob she gave David was world class. Amber had become a professional at the act with all the practice before Bill's birthday and afterwards on Jack's cock.

I can't believe David got to experience this before me… thought Bill in an awful mix of jealously and lust.

The dirty talk and humiliation was extreme. David calling Amber a slut. Amber calling Bill's cock small. But then came the climax.

Amber begged for cum, offering to visit David at work -it was the most twisted version of Bill's fantasy…

…yet it wasn't a fantasy -this was happening on the screen, right now, in front of him.

Bill watched helplessly as David painted Amber's face. He watched as Amber continued to suck David's cock after he came, as though desperate to get his last drops of cum into her mouth.

Bill thought back to the BBQ, well, at least I gave Amber a facial before David…

Bill watched as Amber approached the cameras, her face still coated in David' cum, to ask "Do I still look beautiful, Bill?"

Yep, just for me…

The screen faded to black.

*****

Is this a nightmare? Or is this my fantasy?

Bill stared at the blank screen and pondered the question that had plagued him since the night of his birthday.

It definitely turns me on -seeing Amber acting so slutty.

Do people who love each other do this?

Does Amber still think about me while performing these depraved things?

She does it for me, that makes it different doesn't it?

How can I explain this to anyone when I can't even explain it to myself?

Then Bill paused as a hopeful thought broke the rushing feeling of doom.

Amber seems to get it. Every time something new happens she knows exactly the right amount to tease and taunt me without going over the line. I'm just in shock. This video was the hottest thing Amber has ever done. Yes, she did it without me, but she did it for me.

Every time she called Jack "Daddy", every time she sucked his cock, she always thinks of me.

The teasing was extreme, calling me an idiot, making fun of my cock, Jack enjoyed it because he's an asshole but Amber knows I'll enjoy it just as much. I don't know how she knows -I'm not sure until I hear her say it…

Just when Bill thought the nightmare come fantasy was over, the screen faded in one more time.

*****

Bill recognized the background as his and Amber's bedroom but it was the subject of the shot that won his focus -Amber. She was wearing her shiny leather pants which Bill knew all too well. They were extremely tight on her hips but loose on her legs and waist. She also had on a black crop top that left two inches of her midriff exposed. Rising up from under both sides of her pants were the sides of a pink thong came up to her waist.

The black outfit and the leather screamed domination and sex. They contrasted perfectly with her white skin and blonde hair. Bill focused in on her hair -she had curled it to give extra volume. She saved that for special occasions: his birthday and the evening of the Superbowl. Her makeup accentuate her blue eyes with dark smokey eyeliner.

Amber spoke directly into the camera.

"Hi baby, I know the videos you've seen so far have probably blown your mind. Hopefully in a good way. I started this present for you to surprise you and make your deepest fantasies come true. I wasn't lying to you when I said this fantasy excited me now too."

Bill felt conflicted hearing this. On one hand he was relieved to hear Amber was still thinking about him the whole time and his interpretation of her actions were correct: everything she did was to excite his kink.

Amber on the screen continued, "Our despicable neighbor is now threatening to tell you everything early just before I can surprise you on our anniversary. So to get him to comply… I'm really going to have to be his slut. Not just acting, but to really submit to him. That's why I told you no more sex. I didn't have to listen to him, but something came over me and wanted to tease you, and myself honestly."

Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! flashed in Bill's mind. No-sex for me because Jack requested it? Amber seemed sincere in her request but the fact it was Jack's idea put a real sting to think back on the last sexless week. He couldn't begin to untangle his feeling -it seems his whole life was turning further upside down.

"So the rest of the videos you see might seem over the top, but I just want you to know that you are the love of my life and nothing will ever change that."

Oh wow… Bill though. What is about to happen?…

"Okay I better go, otherwise… daddy might get upset with me." Amber gave one final cute smile and blew a kiss to the camera. The screen went blank and the DVD ejected.

"What the fuck?" Bill whispered to himself. "What happens next?".

He looked around the room one more time before calling to the apparently empty house, "Amber! What do you do next?"

CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK… the house responded.

Prologue B

The evening of Friday, 23th -The day of the anniversary

CLUNK. CLUNK. CLUNK.

The sound of heeled shoes on wooden stairs echoes through the house.

CLUNK. CLUNK. CLUNK.

Bill heard it getting louder as the footsteps continued through the hall.

CLUNK. CLUNK. CLUNK.

The sound carried a figure into the living room…

…it was Amber.

But not just Amber. An Amber transformed into a goddess.

She wore all black. Her heels reflected the light and brought her to stand at a height of 5'9''. Dark but thin stockings gripped her legs and stopped half an inch short of the bottom of a silk robe that was tied at her waist to show off her hour glass figure.

She had styled her hair into bouncy, wavy, curls that look luxurious and silky. Her blond hair seemed even lighter in the evening sun that blazed in the room. Her lips were colored a burgundy red that caused Bill to salivate at the luscious invitation they offered. Her blue eyes seemed to pierce through him, surrounded by smokey eye shadow, long eyelashes and natural eyebrows.

Amber stopped in the middle of the room between the TV and the couch where Bill sat, transfixed.

Maintaining eye contact with Bill, she raised her hand to untie her robe. Bill noticed her nails had been painted a deep red to match her lips and her engagement ring sparkled as though newly polished. After undoing the knot, she shrugged the robe from her shoulders and carelessly let it fall to the ground.

She wore a strapless black bra that pushed her breast up to emphasize her gorgeous cleavage. Around her waist was a lacy garter that hugged her trim figure and accentuated her wide hips. The garter held up her stocking but between them was…

…nothing. Amber neglected to wear panties.

Bill recognized this outfit -it was the exact same she had worn the night of the Superbowl!

Amber exuded sex and confidence. She commanded the full attention of the room. She walked over to Bill and bent down, placed a hand on the side of his face and gave him a deep kiss.

Bill felt electricity between them as their lips locked. He remembered the night of the Superbowl and how she had kissed him then -her lips had quivered with nerves during that kiss. Excitement and anticipation at the prospect of giving Bill his first blowjob had occupied her mind.

But now her lips were tender, inviting, and passionate. Amber was in total control.

She broke the kiss to ask, "did you expect to arrive home to that?"

"Uhhhhh… " Bill sounded out a breath, completely lost for words.

"It made an impression on you, then? He he… " she continued, adding a laugh to the end. It wasn't a sweet girlish giggle but a deep titter.

"Hhhhhha… " Bill let out half a laugh and half a sigh.

"Not a bad experience for you," she stated while raising one of her eyebrows, seductively.

"Nooooo… " Bill finally got a word out.

Amber laughed, "Good, honey." She tilted her head down and stared darkly into Bill's face to indicate the seriousness of this moment.

"We have a lot to talk about but first thing first," Amber paused to stare intensely into Bill's eyes as though to emphasize to him to the importance of what she was about to say.

"I love you more than anyone, anything, or any experience in the world. Everything I did on that DVD was done with you in mind. I enjoyed myself, as you might have been able to tell, but every moment you were in the my thoughts and every moment I looked forward to seeing how you would react."

"I love you so much, Amber!" Bill exclaimed. "I'm not sure I'll ever truly understand this fantasy of mine, but you have fulfilled it completely. We can discuss what happens in the future but if you never want to do anything like this again then this memory and experience is enough for a lifetime."

"Good, Bill," she smiled back at him. "I have arranged some options for what happens next but I thought it was time you experience what could have happened on the night of the Superbowl if the Patriots hadn't won…"

Bill was puzzled by this. "You mean, if we won that very first bet?" he asked.

"What would have happened on the night of the Superbowl? What would we have won?" asked Amber slowly.

"You would have given me my first ever-" he gasped excitedly.

"I know this won't be your first, exactly, but I hope to make it just as special." As she finished, she began to undo Bill's belt and pull down his pants, all the while staring into his eyes like he was prey.

Who is this woman? Thought Bill. She oozes confidence and sex.

Amber tugged his pants down but left them bunched around his ankles. She fell down on her knees and leaned over his exposed thighs to grab his already hard cock. She stared at it while she stroked it.

"Fuck, Bill," she mused, "I really do love your cock… " before pushing the tip passed her pursed lips.

She held the head in her mouth for a moment while she stroked her tongue all the way around to make it wet. She sucked the pre-cum that had built up over time from watching the DVD. She removed his cock from her mouth and looked into his eyes as she marveled, "God, you taste good." She then resumed sucking the top of his cock while she stroked from the base.

"Ahhhhhhh… " Bill sighed. He was truly in heaven.

The blowjob he had received on the night of the Superbowl was nothing in comparison. This time, Amber was focused on him alone. Jack wasn't present to distract her or humiliate Bill. The other times she had teased him about Jack or David had an element of silliness and cruelty to them. She was playing a game with Bill those times, a game Bill enjoyed -but still a game.

Now it wasn't a game.

It was just Amber sucking Bill's cock.

She wanted to be here. She wanted to suck his cock. The blowjobs he had seen her give Jack looked like a spectacular show for an audience. It must have felt good when Amber went deep and felt exciting when she used lots of spit or dirty talk. This wasn't like that. This was true passion without any agenda.

"Fuck, Bill," she gasped while pausing her sucking, "You have such a nice cock." She emphasized this sentence with a kiss on the tip.

"You really think so?" asked Bill, almost surprised. He had seen her sucking Jack's cock for months and now David's. "How does it compare now that you can give it your full attention?"

"Mmmmmmm," she considered while stroking it slowly with her hand and staring at it seriously. "It's just so smooth, straight, and… mmmm handsome? It's not as thick as Jack, nor as long as David. For me it's perfect."

She looked up into Bill's eyes before saying, "I really do love your cock… Would you like me to try going deeper?"

"Yes please!" he blurted out.

Amber smiled indulgently at him, knowing he was finally getting to experience something she had been giving to another man for months. She resumed sucking but this time slowly descended to half way down his cock. When she reached this point, she gave him a wink and rose all the way up. She let out a short cough before saying, "Bwaahaaaaa, we can figure out what works for us another time but right now just relax and enjoy. Don't try to hold back. Just let go."

Bill nodded and sank back into the couch at this prompt.

Just let go. Turn off your brain and enjoy this, he thought.

He had so much to contemplate, and he was on the edge after watching the DVD. This new Amber that appeared was in total control of the whole moment. He knew that she could make him cum at any minute if she wanted -she had done it before. He noticed the anxiety he was feeling.

What's the pressure? There's nothing to worry about, he thought.

He didn't need to last as long as Jack. He didn't need to degrade Amber like Jack. Amber was here for him. She wanted to suck his cock, not to impress anyone or tease anyone but because she loved him.

Bill relaxed into a state of bliss as Amber was continued to work on his cock. He let out a long sigh, "Fuuuuuuck, Amber, you're so good at that."

Amber started to pick up the pace with her sucking and let go of Bill's cock with her left hand. Her lips reached deeper and deeper along his shaft with each bob of her head.

She could feel Bill get harder and tense up. It was a feeling she was familiar with, she had just never experienced it with her husband…

"I'm going to cum soon, baby!" exclaimed Bill.

Amber kept her steady pace sucking Bill's cock.

"Fuuuuuuck, baby!"

Bill began to tense up. His legs shook and his hips started to slowly thrust back an forth.

"I'm going to CUM, AMBER!" he yelled. "Baby, you're finally SUCKING MY COCK!"

Amber continued her pace and let out a long moan.

"FUCK!" yelled Bill one more time. "I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!"

He released into Amber's mouth. A shock of pleasure zapped Bill's body upon his climax. He was pent up already from not having cum that week but the DVD seemed to supercharge his orgasm. The jealously, anxiety, and lust that had built up over the last half hour were burned away as a sense of relief enveloped him.

Amber continued bobbing her head throughout his orgasm.

"Oh… fuck… that was nice… " finished Bill, but Amber continued to suck his cock. "I've finished, baby, you can stop now… " he said, uncertainly.

Amber didn't stop.

She stared up into Bill's face as he came down from his orgasm and the sensitivity on his cock started to get too much.

"Amber, wow, I'm really sensitive!" he exclaimed. But Amber looked up at him, defiantly and place either hand on his thighs and gripped tightly.

What's happening? Thought Bill. Why is she continuing?

Bill started to shake as the electric feeling on his cock began to build. It was starting to become too much. He was tortured by the sensitivity at the head of his cock, excitement at his wife finally giving him a blowjob, but most of all arousal and the feeling of getting hard again.

Amber felt Bill shaking and just when she felt blood start to rush back into his cock, she release. She swallowed his cum while staring into his eyes. She smiled, but there was something dangerous about this look.

She grabbed Bill's cock once again and started to slowly stroke up and down. Bill waited to see what was about to happen while Amber stared up at him silently. Bill's mind raced. The feelings love emanating from his wife seemed to ebb away.

Bill had turned from lover to prey.

He felt vulnerable. He had on more clothes than Amber but somehow felt more naked. Amber held his cock and controlled the pleasure that was currently sapping his will to do anything but sit still.

His mind was foggy but racing to understand. He needed to know what was going on. He needed an explanation for why Amber was acting like this. He thought back to the DVD to figure out a clue as to what was happening right now. It didn't take long for him to remember the last scene of the DVD, and words echoed back to him…

…I'm really going to have to be his slut. Not just acting, but to really submit to him…

What version of Amber was he about to meet?

"Well, honey," Amber broke the silence. "The way I see it we have a few options for our future in both the long term and near term. Do we continue with Jack regularly or occasionally? Just for the special moments? Or do we stop with Jack altogether? I think I'm leaning towards the second option" She kissed the tip of Bill's cock while staring into his eyes. "But those are all long term decisions that we can make together. There is one immediate decision that you'll have to make on your own. It's a very important decision which relates to the last part of this DVD."

She put Bill's cock back in her mouth and slowly pushed her lips down the the half way point of his shaft. Her eyes never broke contact with his. She rose back to the tip of his shaft remained there for a moment, kissing and blowing spit that she had built up.

Who is this woman? thought Bill.

The Amber he had seen throughout the DVD was slutty, sure. She had done crazy adventurous things that he wouldn't believe she was capable of. But she was submissive, she was innocent and joyful. Despite all the dirty talk and depraved acts, he still saw his Amber. Wrapped up in Jack's sexual games, boundaries pushed, but his Amber.

This Amber was new.

She ooozed confidence. She entirely captured his attention. She was in total control of their conversation.

He didn't want to speak because he would interrupt her. She knew exactly what she was doing and he didn't think he could do anything to stop her or even influence her plan. So he sat back in awe and waited.

"For the past several months, Jack and I have been making the videos you just saw. In the forest, in my office, and few in his house. The one with David in our house -well, Jack didn't organise that. In those moments, I was doing it all thinking about when you would finally get to watch on our anniversary. What happens next is different.

"In what you just saw, Jack was certainly pushing my boundaries. He upped the level of dirty-talk and degree to which I belittled you. He forced us to halt sex over the past week and have me make you wear a condom -I presume you guessed that last part?"

Bill nodded.

"Clever boy." Amber paused stroking Bill's cock to give it a peck on the tip.

"I did those things knowing they would fulfill your fantasy and contribute to this moment. What happens next, I didn't do for those reasons. What I said in the last part of DVD is true, I still love you more than anyone or anything else in the world. But what I'm doing here is not for you."

Amber stared deeply into Bill's eye and halted stroking his cock. She paused for a few breaths as though she wanted to impress upon Bill how truly important what she was about to saw was.

"What happens next is different."

She resumed stroking his cock.

"I'm not sure I'll ever truly understand why I did what happens next. Maybe I wanted to do something totally dangerous after the past few months. Maybe I just wanted to submit to someone completely. Maybe I was just scared of Jack ruining our anniversary.

"Whatever the reason, I totally submitted to Jack. If I was his slut in the DVD you just saw, then I don't know what word you would use for what I became in the DVD we made next."

At this point, Amber let go of Bill's cock and started to slide it slowly up his leg. She reached his hip and then moved it away from him to the back of the couch. Maintaining steady eye-contact she slid the small throw pillow out of the way and produced another DVD box. She held it up next to her face so that Bill could read the note on the front. It read:

WEEK OF SUBMISSION

Once Bill had a chance to fully take in the DVD, Amber tossed it behind her and grabbed the base of his cock. She stared into his eyes as she moved her mouth to the tip. She kissed it once, wrapped her lips around it and sunk it into her mouth until he was all the way inside. Her chin rested against his balls while she stared up at him.

While uncertainty, arousal, and distress were obvious on Bill's face, there was only one emotion on Amber's…

…total calm.

Amber held herself in position while steadily breathing in and out. Bill spasmed and twitch at the sensation of being consumed by Amber's mouth. He counted three breaths in and out from her while he was panting dozens. Just as he thought a second climax was at the point of no return, Amber slowly moved her head off his cock.

"Fuuuuck, Amber… " he moaned and then let out a long groan.

Amber resumed the slow stroking of his cock.

"Back to your decision. I told you that I had to go to a conference for most of last week, remember?"

Bill nodded frantically. His eyes were wide as if begging her to hurry up and make him cum again.

"That was a lie," she stated simply. "I spent the weekend and at Jack's place doing… well… all kinds of things. All of which are documented on that DVD and on that DVD alone."

Amber let this point hang in the air while she rose to her feet and walked to the TV. She slowly bent over from her hips to pick up the DVD from the floor. As she descended, she arched her back and kept her legs straight. She stopped once she reached her most extreme depth where she turned her head to face Bill.

Bill sat still, rapt in awe at the goddess that was his wife. Worry and excitement at what was going to happen next kept him frozen in place. He couldn't think straight. He couldn't focus on anything. He couldn't do anything but sit completely still and stare into Amber's face. But Bill wasn't the only one who was still…

…Amber wasn't moving from her position.

Confusion swelled in the plethora of Bill's emotions.

What is Amber doing? He thought. She can't just be showing off her flexibility.

While maintaining eye-contact with Bill, Amber nodded her head towards her ass.

Bill stared, none the clearer.

Amber nodded again, this time moving her eyes in the direction of her ass.

Bill knew he was being given an instruction but couldn't figure it out.

He was about to ask Amber, when she moved the hand not holding the DVD to her high heels. She slowly moved it up her calf, gripping her muscular leg as it rose higher. She remained bent over with her gaze fixed at Bill as her hand passed her knee and rose up her thigh. When to her hand reached her ass it stopped.

She started to grip the soft flesh of her ass and pull it to the side.

Bill stared in awe as she exposed the area between her cheeks. Then a flash of light caught his eye from between Amber's cheeks. At first it appeared to Bill that light was shining from her asshole but as more of her ass became visible, the reality became more obvious. Bill realized it was a piece of glass reflecting the light of the lamp behind him.

But what is glass doing there? Thought Bill. And then it hit him…

…Amber is wearing a butt plug.

The ringing returned to Bill's ear to join the throbbing of his pulse.

What is about to happen? What am I about to see? Jack had licked Amber's ass before, the evidence was in the videos they made. Amber seemed to enjoy it but there is a big difference between a tongue… and a cock…

Or is this just a way of teasing me? Flaunting the ultimate taboo act. An act that I've requested for years. An act I had given up on because she had shut it down too many times.

Bill gulped at this thought.

No way. There was a big difference between a butt plug and a cock… particularly Jack's.

But then he thought of all the other things Jack got to do with Amber that she had denied him. First there was a blowjob that Bill would have received on the night of his thirtieth birthday party if Jack had not interrupted. There was the spanking which Bill had done only once but Jack seemed to do at every opportunity. And finally, calling Jack "daddy" -Bill didn't think he would ever hear Amber refer to him like that.

As Bill's mind whirled, Amber rose and moved towards the TV to insert the disk.

"This DVD," she continued, cutting off Bill's thoughts before they reached any kind of conclusion, "is set to play once and only once. When it goes into any machine and someone hits play, a special sequence is started which cannot be stopped. This sequence prevents pausing, rewinding, or fast-forwarding. But I hope you don't need to skip past anything."

Amber hit play on the DVD but the screen remained blank. She dropped the remote and faced Bill.

"Now comes your decision. I told Jack that we would have sex one final time as a goodbye present. You have to decide: will you watch our last hurrah in person? Or will you stay here and watch what we did over the last week?"

Silence…

The ringing in Bill's ears stopped. The throbbing of the blood in his ears was quiet. Only silence was left his mind.

It didn't occur to him to breath.

What do I want do? He thought… but nothing came to him. Amber stood still staring at him. The TV remained black. There was only…

…silence.

Just as Bill's breath returned and his brain started working, Amber began to walk over to him. She bent down and put her hand on his cheek. She smiled lovingly and stared into his face.

"The first DVD, I made for you," she said. "It's yours to go back and watch as many times as you like." She kissed his cheek.

"But this DVD," she indicated the one in the TV, "I made for me. I won't talk to you about what happened during the last week. Ever. It was my time of discovery. If you want to know what happened then this is your only chance."

She kissed his lips softly before rising up to he feet and turning to walk out of the room.

Before moving out of sight, she turned and said to Bill, "the first ten or so minutes are blank but once the show starts, it will last about half an hour. I'm going over to Jack's now and should finish at the same time as you. Please come over when you're done. The back door will be unlocked…"

She reached behind her and gasped as she pulled out the plug. Maintaining eye-contact, she dropped it carelessly on the ground and said, "You can only watch it once…"

She then left the room.

*****

Bill stared at the last spot Amber was visible.

Several lifetimes worth of revaluations had hit him in the space of an hour. And it felt like several lifetimes had pass him by.

Had Amber been cheating on him for the past three months? Amber didn't see it that way and Bill didn't think he did either.

Was it dishonest? Yes she did lie to him a few times but it was all part of a gift for him.

Did Amber do things he didn't think her capable of tolerating, let alone enjoying? Absolutely.

How much of the DVD was a performance for him? On reflection he didn't actually think all that much. She wouldn't have done something she didn't want to do even if she thought it would excite him.

How did Jack get her to sink deeper and deeper into this slutty journey? Bill had no idea, was it Amber trying to please her husband? Was she imagining this moment when we could watch her three months of rendezvous? Bill didn't know what motivated her to do what was in the first DVD and he couldn't begin to guess what might motivate her for the next DVD.

Will Amber really not tell me what happened over the past week?

The Amber he knew three months ago would never hide things from him, especially big things, and especially if he insisted. The Amber he saw at the end of the DVD he just watched wouldn't either, he was confident. But the Amber he met just now? The Amber that took total control over him as she explained what was about to happen. The new Amber that emerged from her Week of Submission…

…would that Amber keep secrets from me?

He was inclined to think she would.

Do DVDs even work like that? Bill wondered. Can I take the risk?

He had to remain focused, there was a decision to be made. He had been given two options but he saw three options: watch Jack and Amber have sex but miss out on what happened over the final week; stay here and watch the DVD but miss out on the final time Jack and Amber have sex; or go to bed and wake up in the morning pretending nothing happened.

I got to see Amber and Jack have sex twice, in person -the night of the Superbowl and the morning after…

…but that was three months ago.

Months worth rendezvous mean a lot of practice and, from what he had seen on the first DVD, each encounter became more and more daring. Would the "last hurrah" be a culmination of all they had done over the past three months, and in particular, the last week?

Or would it be another session that would fit into the DVD he just watched? Would he miss out on Amber's "Time of Discovery" and never know what they got up to? She did just take out a butt plug…

No way did her and Jack have anal sex! It was a bridge too far. The new DVD contained the same things they had done over the past three month but with more dirty talk, it had to be the case -it had to be a ploy to tease me…

…she had a butt-plug in, though… That was slutty. Very slutty. Why did she have it in? She took it out so casually. What else did they get up to? What else haven't I done with Amber?

Sadly, that was a long list…

What else hasn't she done with Jack?

Well, that list was shorter…

They hadn't had threesomes with another girl or another guy. Did Jack seem like the sharing type? Anal sex had just been suggested by Amber's butt plug. What else?…

…if Bill was honest with himself, his imagination for these this wasn't that wild.

He didn't even know what acts he wanted to see Amber perform. He wouldn't have thought to do half the things in the first DVD -every new scene contained a new surprise that excited him in ways he didn't anticipate. He loved every new moment. Jack pushed Amber to newer and more depraved depths with each encounter and during them Amber rose to newer and more intense orgasmic heights.

How low would Jack push Amber and in turn how high would she her pleasure soar?

What if he pretended that the next DVD didn't exists? What if he went over to Jack's house right now and watched Amber's last session with their neighbor's cock. He could live the rest of his life in blissful ignorance of Amber's "Time of Discovery" or "Week of Submission"…

…but could he really?

It was also their anniversary, how could Amber have sex with another man on their special day? And if she did, how could Bill miss that? What if Amber thought Bill would join her and Jack for anniversary sex and make it extra special? What if the butt plug was a clue as to what was about to happen and Bill was about to miss it. What if anal sex didn't feature on the new DVD but would in the live show?

What if their last hurrah brings up even more questions about the DVD I would miss? What if Jack is in on the plan and hints at what they got up to during the week of submission? That would be very in-character. To ruin everything Amber had so carefully prepared. Would I be able to ignore what Jack might say?

Would he be able to ignore the questions that were already in his head about what happened?

Could I choose the third option? Could I ignore reality and pretend none of this happened, pretend that Amber gave up on the whole Jack-thing after the night of the Superbowl?

He could stay here, not go to Jack's house in and just leave a note for Amber explaining it was all too much and he was going to pretend nothing happened. Then they would wake up tomorrow morning and never refer to the last 3 months?

…there was the small problem of the first DVD -he had already seen it.

Bill already knew what Amber had done. What's more, she had done things with David. That was another piece they would have to discuss and tackle together.

Nope. The third option is a non-starter.

Bill couldn't bury his head in the sand.

The first option didn't seem feasible either -the Amber he had just met seemed changed. He couldn't trust her to ever tell him about the "Week of Submission" and couldn't live not knowing what happened.

His decision was made… he would sit back and watch the one-time-only DVD.

Bill sunk back into the couch and waited.

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ

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 Subtitle:Neighbour Chronicles Resumed Ch. 13
 Category:Loving Wives
      URL:http://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/comments/1fc2xgt/neighbour_chronicles_resumed_ch_131/
Published:2024-09-08
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The evening of Wednesday, 14th -9 days before the anniversary

J: What are your plans for the week?

Amber stared at the text while lying next to her husband. Bill was sound asleep after getting home late. He walked in the door and only had time for a quick hello before he wolfed down dinner, took a shower, then crashed in bed. It was a good thing he couldn't pay too much attention to Amber as she was a bundle of nerves and conflicting emotions.

What are my plans for the week? she asked herself. What does a 'Week of Submission' involve?

She stared to compose a reply when a second text popped up.

J: Do you have any appointments? And when do you get off work tomorrow and Friday?

They were already planning their next fuck when only three hours ago she had been lying on the floor of Jack's living room with his cum on her chest and face.

What is my life?

A: I finish work at 17:00 tomorrow and then meeting Stacey for drinks. I have Friday off.

J: Excellent.

There was a long pause before the next message. Amber stared at the '… typing' notification the entire time.

J: I have a package for you. Bring it to work with you tomorrow and do not open it before you are at in your office and totally alone. Read the letter first.

Package? she thought. What is Jack up to?

J: Cancel your plans with Stacey. Make up any excuse, I don't care.

Shit, they had wanted to go for a drink for ages, and Amber wanted to talk to Stacey about her upcoming week before it started. Jack was already taking away her control and amplifying the instability in her already unstable life.

Another text popped up.

J: When you come over tomorrow night you will remain here until Monday morning. Pack a bag when you get home. Bring sexy outfits. Lingerie, bikini, I don't care so long as you look like a slut.

Wow, that was a lot, even for Jack. She was about to protest before the phrase Jack repeated popped into her head…

Submit. Worship.

A: What do I tell Bill?

Do I need to ask anything else?

J: Conference? I don't care, whatever will work.

That was the end of the conversation -big requests but simple orders.

Amber put her phone down on the bedside table and turned off the lights. She tried to get to sleep but couldn't quell the swirl of feelings plaguing her: excitement, worry, arousal, nerves… To distract herself, she thought of all the outfits she owned: lingerie and bikinis were obvious choices but Amber tried to think of more. Stockings, socks, skirts… no clothes?

She drifted off to sleep as she listed out all her sexiest looks.

*****

Amber walked into her office and immediately turned to lean her back against the door. She let out a long sigh, it had been a hell of a morning so far.

Knowing the clinic would be closed tomorrow, there was a rush to get time sensitive work finished and to pack away equipment that needed to be held secure for an extended weekend.

She had also been curt with Stacey when cancelling their plans.

"But why? What came up that's so important?" Stacey had asked when Amber had explained that she was now busy that evening.

"I don't have time to explain now," Amber had insisted, "but it's really important."

"We're friends, and you cancelled plans that we've had for over a week at the last minute! Why can't you just quickly explain yourself properly?"

"I told you that I can't go into it."

"But-"

"Stop!" Amber cut her off. "I just can't go into it now."

"We're about to have lunch, you have plenty of time to just tell-"

"Stacey!" Amber yelled. "Leave it alone!"

Some of their colleagues turned around to see where the outburst came from and Amber felt guilty at tone.

"I'm sorry, Stacey," she added truly remorseful at her impatience. "I promise. I'm not hiding anything from you. I need to use my lunch break for some personal matters." Amber then turned and walked away. She didn't want to see the hurt look on her friends face.

Amber had one more thing to do before she could start on her 'personal matters'.

She took out her phone and started to text Bill explaining why she would be away this weekend. She made up a lie about a workshop with colleagues in an associated clinic a few hours away. It had happened before so she didn't think Bill would question anything.

It felt real now, the week of submission was really about to begin.

Once she was done, she locked her door and walked over to her desk. It was time to see the package Jack had given her this morning.

She opened the letter and read:

Dear Amber, What a week we have ahead of us. The 'Week of Submission' will be something to remember for the rest of our lives but don't get too worried about forgetting: we will have plenty footage to document it. Throughout the rest of the week we will have two sessions a day, maybe more. They will all be recorded.

If this is the last chance I get to fuck you, then I'm going to make sure I push your every boundary and have the best time yet. I hope you're up for what I have in store -it will happen anyway but I would prefer an enthusiastic participant.

Now it's time to open the box. Open it. Look at everything inside. Only then read the other side of this letter.

Amber wasn't sure if she was excited or nervous, turned on or put out. Her mind told her she ought to be repulsed by Jack's letter so far but she felt only butterflies in her stomach and a tingle between her legs.

Not knowing what was in store, she opened the box. Inside were…

"… butt plugs!" she gasped. Fuck, what were the butt plugs for? she thought to herself, but quickly realized what Jack had planned…

Anal.

Jack was going to take her anal virginity.

She was torn between fear, shame, and excitement. She thought about Bill -anal was a huge taboo for them and he had suggested it a few times only to be flatly shut down. Jack on the other hand… he had graduated from licking her asshole to putting a finger in while having sex.

Anal.

It would be the ultimate act of submission to Jack.

She looked at the contents of the box more closely. It contained three butt plugs of different materials and sizes. The first one was silicone, slightly larger than Jack's thumb at the widest point, and she guessed that she could put it in today if she really wanted to. The middle one was clear glass with a circular base, and about as wide as her husband's shaft. The third one…

…she picked the third one up. It was made of metal and felt heavy…

At it's widest diameter, it was just slimmer than Jack's cockhead. The apex in circumference curved gently off to the tip in one direction but in the other quickly fell down to a slimmer cylinder before ending with a ring that she could easily put her finger through. The thinner section was a slightly wider diameter that than her husband's cock -certainly not small.

Amber tested the weigh of the the plug in her had.

Half a pound? No, it couldn't be that heavy.

She poked a finger on her other hand through the metal plug and slide out of her palm. It fell quickly and dragged her arm with it. She managed to catch it but was shocked at the sheer weight of the thing.

"Fuuuuck," she whispered aloud.

If holding the plug in my finger was a struggle, how will I hold it in my ass?

Amber returned to the letter, knowing what Jack was going to ask her to do, but reading on all the same.

You knew how this was going to end. The final big ticket item. The last thing Bill has never done. Your ass was made for anal and we're going to do it brilliantly.

Prepare well.

I have a big cock, as you know better than most, so you'll need to make sure you're used to stretching your ass in order to accommodate me. You have until Sunday to prepare for my cock. I won't be gentle so make sure you give yourself the best possible chance.

Your training starts now. When you arrive at my door tonight, you need to be wearing the smallest plug. We're going to have some fun and your ass will certainly feature in it.

Amber was hit by a wave of trepidation and worry when she read the last sentence. It was accompanied, however, by excitement and arousal.

This box contains a bottle of lube and a small vibrator. The vibrator is almost fully charged. I have given it enough juice for for you to get the plug in your ass.

I am not completely cruel -I didn't start you on the glass plug -but you need to be able to wear the metal one by Saturday evening. That will give you enough time to get used to it before Sunday. Now for the other side of preparation…

Fuck! thought Amber. Isn't just putting the damn things in enough! What the hell else am I going to have to do!

You need to be clean for our session on Sunday, for you, for me, but mostly for the camera. On Saturday, your last meal will be lunch, even a light dinner may result in accidents on Sunday so we aren't taking risks. There is also an enema kit in the box. As a medical professional, I'm sure you know how to use these.

See you tonight, Jack

Amber's eye's slipped out of focus past the letter to contemplate what she had just read.

Sunday…

By the end of the week, she would have given all her remaining firsts to Jack.

*****

"Thanks for your help, David."

Bill hung up the phone, leaned back on his chair, and raised his feet to rest on his desk cross legged. He let out a satisfied sigh and though, Today, life is good.

He stretch his back and crossed his fingers behind his head to really relax into his chair while he stared up at the ceiling, contemplating the morning so far.

Next Thursday, was the deadline for the project he was currently working on. It wasn't his biggest project but, if they won their bid, it would win a significant chunk of money for the company -not new car bonus money, but certainly a fancy bottle of champagne and posh dinner.

At this late stage in a project, there was usually a rush to complete all the small, time consuming tasks that were put off until the last moment but now that David had become a useful member of the team, he had been able to take on extra duties that no one currently took responsibility for. Usually, Bill would have to step in and stay late to make sure they were complete.

Bill had even set aside an entire evening on Thursday to do these tasks, and they were not fun. Mostly data input and validation. It was so tedious going through sales numbers and customer requests. When done in a rush, it was not done well but now that David had started to pull his weight, Bill didn't have to grind the last days of the project and could finish everything up in time for his anniversary on Friday.

It felt like he had an extra person on the team.

Bill retrieved his phone from his pocket and was about to send a text to Amber to gush about how David was such a productive team member when he saw that she had already texted him:

A: Hey baby, ugh -bad news. I'm being sent to a workshop in out sister hospital this weekend. One of the speakers got sick so I have to give his presentation and hang around for questions. It means I have to leave tonight and won't be back until Monday evening.

Bill stared down at the text. Poor Amber, he thought. She was supposed to have a day off on Friday too, that made it extra unfair. He didn't think long before replying

B: Poor baby, that really sucks. I'll be fine without you, I can get the house clean and tidy for your return next week. I'm really looking forward to celebrating our anniversary! I have a small present for you -a thank you for everything over the last year. Give my best to Stacey.

Bill turned to his desk and sent one last email before changing the status on his computer to 'Lunch'. He had a full hour for lunch so decided to treat himself and go out. Steak sandwich, a beer, and listening to the match analysis of the latest Patriots game -what a perfect afternoon.

*****

Amber looked at her watch. She had half an hour left for lunch break but didn't feel hungry -the letter had seen to her appetite.

It's now or never, she thought to herself. If she didn't want to continue, it would be all too easy to call Bill and explain the whole situation. Even after sending him that text. She knew he would believe her if she was the one to tell him, especially since she had footage from weeks ago of both her and Jack teasing him.

She knew Bill loved her and would accept the story without question but all her work would be for nothing. Not only the sneaking around, coming up with stories to cover herself, and quelling her arousal between sessions but she had spent a few hours editing footage for the present already.

She had put together each scene so far to make maximum impact on Bill, maximum shock on their anniversary. She couldn't just hand Bill the tape right now -it wasn't finished. It would fall completely flat. There would be no moment of Bill in trepidation, wondering what was going on and when he would get an explanation. She knew surprise and mystery played into her husband's fantasy so receiving a big explanation before watching the gift would fall totally flat.

No. If she wanted their anniversary to be memorable, she would need to play Jack's game.

Submit. Worship.

She sighed all the weariness of the last week out of herself. It had been a lot already: being left on the edge after Jack's first surprise visit; sneaking around and playing calm after Jack's second surprise visit; last night's first taste of the week to come.

She stroked the surface of the plug, it felt smooth and was polished to a mirror finish so that it reflected her face. She looked at her distorted reflection staring back at her on the surface and wondered, what else will this do to my body?

What will I look like at the end of this week?

She put down the plug and lifted the smallest one. It seemed tiny compared to the metal plug. She was confident that she could fit it in without too much trouble. It was about the same width as Jack's thumb which she had fit in before…

…but she hadn't fit it in before. Jack had.

She had never done something like this on her own. It seemed she didn't know parts of her body as well as Jack did. She had never played with her asshole before and her asshole had never been touch by anyone before Jack. She didn't know where to start, so began with something simple.

I'll just masturbate and see where it goes.

She pulled her skirt up to her waist, sat down in her chair and leaned back.

Lucky I chose a skirt this morning.

Reaching he hand between her legs, she was surprised to find how wet her panties were. She pulled them to the side and slowly began to touch herself.

Jack's letter, the box, and the plugs had excited and aroused something deep inside her, so deep that she hadn't properly registered it. She decided to lean into this feeling and remembered last night when she had crawled up to Jack on the couch. It was so degrading but somehow worked for her. She didn't know what happened in the moment but her body had immediately started to kneel on the floor in obedience.

Submit.

That was the theme of the week and she was doing well so far. Not an hour ago she had received a letter from Jack with instructions to use a butt plug and here she was, getting ready for it.

She stroked her clit from side to side while thinking about what else would happen this week. Jack had hinted at all the things they would do the first time they had sex at his house. Sex in public, sex in the open, sex at a party, sex at her job. What else had Jack thought of doing all those months ago. She went in circles on her clit while imagining what they would do for the rest of the week.

She knew there was a big decision before her: Stop or continue? Amber was excited and knew there was only one answer.

She reached for the silicone plug.

There's no such thing as too much lube, she thought to herself while she applied it liberally to the plug. She picked up the vibrator and turned it on to make sure she knew how to use it. There were two settings, either on or off.

Before she began this new adventure, she did one thing the letter had not instructed: she set her phone up on her desk and hit record.

She wasn't sure if she would use this footage in the present or give it to Bill at a later stage or even show it to him at all. She just knew that she wanted a record of what she was about to do.

She turned on the vibrator and began to rub the plug on the outside of her asshole. She kept the vibrator stuck in place on her clit while she moved the plug around playing with her asshole. She had used a vibrator on her clit before but wasn't quite sure what do do with her ass. Should she go for it and start to shove the plug in straight away? Should she tease herself for a while longer? Amber knew she was on the clock.

She looked at the timer on her phone: 2 minutes had already past and she was no closer to putting the plug in her ass than when she walked into the room. She felt the time pressure building.

A different tactic, she thought. She dropped the plug in her lap -it felt foreign, cold, and uninviting. At least to begin with, she needed something familiar; and she knew just the thing.

She looked at the camera again, winked, then started to suck her middle finger.

Worship.

Amber knew that was what she was doing. It felt good to have something to suck. All these months of giving Jack blowjobs had got her comfortable with sucking and put her in mind at easy when performing the act. Safety and comfort were certainly two feelings whenever Jack's cock was in her mouth and though her finger was certainly not as thick as Jack's cock, it was enough to calm her down and put her at ease.

She made sure to get her finger nice and wet before using it to play with her asshole.

This is better, she thought. The feeling was still unusual but it wasn't uncomfortable now. She circled her asshole with the tip of her finger and felt the spokes encircling the entrance. It felt firm and tight. She applied more pressure to the outside, massaging the delicate muscle. She had never touched this area before and found the newness arousing…

…but it wasn't enough.

Amber wasn't relaxed enough.

She applied pressure to the center of her asshole, trying to force her finger in but they weren't making any progress.

She looked at the timer on the phone again: 5 more minutes had passed.

She was starting to panic, if she didn't have the vibrator on her clit then she knew she certainly wouldn't be relaxed enough to get the plug in. She was willing to try anything but couldn't think straight. She cast her mind round for some clue, some idea of how to get out of the predicament.

Worship.

The word popped into her head. But that was no good, Jack's cock was nowhere close and her hands were occupied. She looked down in her lap and saw the plug. A filthy idea suddenly popped into her mind…

…Amber picked up the plug and inserted it into her mouth.

She started to suck and felt more relaxed. The panic started to subside and her asshole stopped contracting. She felt it loosen, the muscles relax and her finger started to dip into her asshole ever so slightly.

She thought about the foreign object in her mouth. It wasn't so bad. It was small and soft and wasn't threatening. She tasted the lube left on the plug's surface.

I need to make my plug warm and ready, she thought. It will soon be in my asshole.

She shivered at the thought and felt her pussy gush at the new experience. Jack would certainly push her boundaries this week but right now she was pushing them on her own.

She remembered the camera and wondered what she looked like? Who would be looking from the other side. She knew what they would see: a slut playing with her ass. A this last thought, Amber gasped…

…and pushed her finger into her asshole.

She slid all the way up to her knuckle. It felt good. The stimulation on her clitoris, the act of sucking and the feeling of new all combined to make her feel relaxed, comfortable and aroused. Ready to take on new adventures.

She slid her finger all the way out then back in. She giggle to herself as she began a steady rhythm of inhaling and exhaling; sliding in and out of her ass.

It felt different to her pussy, she noted. It was tighter, firmer and warmer. The nature of the tightness was also different, it was concentrated at the entrance rather that a full length squeeze like her pussy.

After a few repetitions, she decided to give the plug another go. She took it from her mouth and quickly moved it to her asshole to replace her finger and the feeling of emptiness.

She place the tip at the entrance to her ass and pushed.

It smoothly slid in.

Amber sighed relief -she had done it.

She opened her eyes and smiled at the camera. The time read 13:30 which only left her 10 more minutes for lunch. She wanted to finish herself off but knew she didn't have enough time so would have to wait for that evening.

She adjusted her panties and pulled her skirt back down. She inspected her shirt in the mirror and noticed a small wet patch of drool from the sucking.

I suppose I got a bit carried away, she thought to herself. Her makeup was fine as was her hair.

The first step on her journey was complete. What would the rest of the week have in store?

…Submit. Worship

Entry

The evening of Thursday, 15th -8 days before the anniversary

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Amber stood on Jack's porch, suitcase beside her, waiting for the door to open. It was cold outside that evening and Amber wasn't wearing a coat but the temperature wasn't the reason she was anxious to get inside.

She waited for 30 seconds for Jack to answer the door before trying again.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Can a neighbor see me? she thought to herself. Can Bill see me?

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Just as she looked over her shoulder, the door started to slowly move. As it slowly swung open, it revealed more and more of the interior of the house until a figure became visible leaning against the frame. Amber gasped at the sight in front of her.

It was Jack -completely naked

"What are you doing?!"!" She hissed. "Anyone could see you! Bill could see us!"

Jack only smirked and asked, "what's this week all about, Amber?" Her eyes went wide, her legs quivered and her jaw went slack with astonishment.

Was he really going to do this now? she thought.

"Well," he insisted, snapping his fingers. "What's it all about?"

Amber was frozen in place, exposed on Jack's doorstep. She felt more naked than he was right now. She wanted to get out of sight. She wanted this moment over as quickly as possible. "Do we have to do this?" she pleaded. They were visible and every second of delay made discovery by a neighbor more likely.

"Anyone could see us?"

Jack didn't respond but continued to smile smugly.

She stared back into his eyes knowing only one way to hurry things along, "Submit. Worship."

Jack laughed.

He thought this would be much harder. He thought they would have a fight right on his front doorstep but Amber was doing exactly what he had dreamed.

"Did you read your letter and follow the instructions I gave you?" he asked.

"Yes," Amber replied meekly.

"Good!" he exclaimed. "What are you going to be this week?"

Amber kept her eyes fixed on Jack's as she stated, "your slut."

"And what a good slut you're going to be."

He shifted his weight so that he no longer leaned against the door frame and stood with his legs slightly parted in the middle of the doorway.

"Kneel!" he commanded her.

Amber's eyes flashed in horror.

He can't be serious, she thought. Sex in public places had certainly felt dangerous but they had always been out of sight -this was something else. Jack's doorstep had minimal cover, only a small hedge and bare trees in the front garden. And what was more, Amber knew all the people who could see them.

This isn't a park the town over, these are my friends and neighbors!

Amber's instinct had already been to obey but she fell to her knees more quickly in order to hurry along Jack's game.

"Excellent work!" Jack marveled at the compliant housewife in front of him. "I'm glad you're taking your job seriously this week." This was the most obedient Amber had ever been. He felt like this interaction was going to set the tone for the week so decided to push just a little bit further.

"Now. Answer my questions properly and I'll let you inside. What are you this week?"

Amber took a moment. The slow panic of being exposed grew ever stronger inside her stomach. There was only one word that jumped into her mind, so she went with it.

"A slut."

"That's right!" Jack grinned.

Amber was relieved, any wrong answers or back and forth would mean more time expose on the front door step.

"Why are you here?" Jack then asked.

Amber knew the answer to this one, it had been repeated by Jack so many times at this point.

"I'm here to submit."

"Right again!" Jack exclaimed. Excitement was brewing from deep withing Jack, he felt blood rush to his shaft. He grabbed it and said, "One more, and this is an easy one."

Amber's eye flicked down to his crotch to where his hand moved. She saw blood swelling Jack's organ. Her mouth watered. The fear of being exposed was rising higher and higher within her as she waited for Jack to ask his final question. She longed to enter the sanctuary of Jack's house. Being here was dangerous but being inside was safe.

"What do you do?"

Amber knew the answer immediately.

"I worship cock."

"Good, slut!" Jack cried out. He grabbed the back of Amber's head and pulled her into his crotch. Amber, longing for any sense of safety and familiarity, opened her mouth to accommodate his cock. She fell forward on her hands, kept her mouth wide and tilted her neck upright so that her face looked up at her neighbor. He let out a groan as his cock met a wet and warm welcome in Amber's mouth. She sucked on the head of his cock as she slowly crawled closer to him.

Jack decided not to prolong their exposure any longer and began to slowly pace backward. Amber followed with his cock in her mouth on her hands and knees.

It was a lewd sight.

Jack completely naked pacing slowly backwards, Amber wearing a pencil skirt, button up shirt, and heels crawling on the floor being guided by his cock.

Once they entered the house, Jack reached over Amber and shut the door. He then turned around causing his cock to slide out of Amber's mouth and walked into his living room leaving Amber on the floor, some spit hanging from her lower lip. He turned to her before entering the room.

"Well?" he asked. "Aren't you going to follow?"

Amber wiped her mouth and began to get to her feet before Jack stopped her with a sharp, "Ah!"

She paused to await instructions, the fear of being exposed outside had left her hesitant and afraid of doing anything wrong. "Why are you here?" he asked, as if the answer was obvious.

Amber let out a sigh of relief because the answer was obvious.

"I'm here to submit," she replied before crawling after Jack into the living room.

*****

Amber was slower to reach the living room than Jack.

By the time she entered, she saw Jack sitting in the middle of his couch, arms stretched each side across the back and legs spread wide. Over his right shoulder was a camera, perched on a stand.

Jack has really upped his game, thought Amber. He is taking this week seriously. She continued to crawl towards the couch, her gaze moving between Jack's face and the camera.

Jack's eyes never left hers.

He felt powerful as he looked down at Amber crawling on the floor towards him. His mouth became a sneer when he thought of all the antics he had planned. Knowing she would be his obedient slut, knowing she was already all-in on the plan, knowing Bill would be seeing all this footage next week.

A question popped into his head when he thought about Bill: will I have pushed Amber too far?

"Fuck you look good on the floor," he said to her. "This week we're going to do things that will break your husband heart. I'd feel bad for him -if I didn't know it would also make his little dick hard as a rock."

Amber's eyes flashed to the camera at the mention of her husband. Jack took note.

"We'll have to see how my little husband reacts," she smirked, thinking about all the footage that would come from this week. "But I suspect he'll enjoy it."

She felt comfortable on dense carpet, her knees weren't sore. She even paused briefly to arch her back and stretch forward and feel the ground like a cat clawing on a rug it knows it shouldn't.

"Just last night you were in this same position, isn't that right slut?" he spat. "I don't think I'll ever get tired seeing you on your hands and knees."

Amber reached the couch at last and sat between Jack's legs.

"Ready to start the week officially?" asked Jack.

"Yes," said Amber in her most sultry tone looking directly at the camera.

"What did you tell Bill?" he next asked.

"That I had to fill last minute at a conference," she winked at the camera, "just like you asked."

"Are you wearing your plug?"

"Of course, daddy," she replied sweetly while continuing to stare into the camera. "I'm doing exactly what you told me to do."

"Good, but I don't know who you're talking to," he replied.

Amber hesitated for a moment.

"What? We're making new footage, right?" she asked motioning towards the camera.

"Wrong," shrugged Jack and shook his head.

He remained still.

Sitting back on the couch, he waited for her to make a movement.

Anxiety was building inside Amber. She didn't know what was going on and Jack's quiet inaction was making her feel more and more nervous. She sat at his feet, unsure what to do next. She moved her hand towards his cock, and asked, "should we start with-"

"Ah!" snapped Jack, in a sharp voice. "What are you doing?"

Amber felt the weight of the last 24 hours heavy on her shoulders. There had been so much anticipation from the moment she got home last night. She had run around all day helping five different teams at work. She hadn't eaten lunch. She spent her only break time teasing herself.

And now Jack is playing mind games.

In a weird way, she was looking forward to this moment. To suck Jack's cock again like she had been most weeks for the past months. She became adept at giving blowjobs. She knew what to do with Jack, how to give him pleasure. It would be so straight forward to please him for a bit and then release in a well earned orgasm.

"You aren't suggesting doing anything this week," continued Jack. "What is this week supposed to be?"

"A Week of Submission," Amber supplied

"That's right. You have to submit. Totally submit. Get that in your fucking head! If I give you and order, you obey it. If I don't do anything, you don't do anything. There's no hurrying things along. We have until Sunday."

Amber nodded.

"I know you like to show off for your husband but that isn't what this week is about. It's about you and me. You won't know when the camera is on or off, so just ignore it."

Amber nodded again.

"This is week is a chance to submit, to relax and not be responsible. Don't worry, I'll make sure your husband loves every minute. Just obey and I will make sure you get rewarded."

Amber nodded back at him.

Today, she really needed a release -she needed to unwind and relax.

There's just one week left, she realized. Just one week and then the fantasy ends. Every time we had sex is a battle, and I always lose. Why not just stop fighting altogether? Do the depraved things Jack wants. Things that will happen anyway because they get more and more hot, and I become more and more turned on.

"I'm here to submit," Amber agreed, finally. "I'm here to worship your cock."

One this last word he flexed his cock so that it briefly jumped off his leg into the air.

He reached his hand to the camera and pressed a button which caused a red light to turn on.

"Now you may suck my cock."

Amber leaned forward and up onto her knees to grabbed Jack's cock. She looked up at him before saying sweetly, "thank you, Jack." And with that, she took Jack's cock in her open mouth.

Calm.

Relaxation.

Bliss.

Amber slowly sucked Jack's cock as if it were an antidote to her stress. The more she sucked, the more relaxed she felt. Every drop of precum Jack leaked tasted familiar. It was a serum to relax her anxiety, to loosen the tension in her tight back and shoulder.

She felt right at control of the moment. She had no one to worry about -Jack was happy receiving a quality blowjob from a beautiful married woman. She took his cock out of her mouth with a loud, POP.

Before taking in deep into her mouth again. "Gaaaaahhhhh," moaned Jack. "Fuck that feels nice!"

Amber was doing something she knew Jack liked: deep and slow.

Jack let this continue for a while before raising his head back up from the back of the couch to look down at Amber. She smiled back up at him, glad of the attention.

"Did you miss this today?" he asked

She didn't stop to respond but nodded her head vigorously.

"Ha, I can tell."

He next moved his hands from the back of the couch to grab Amber's head and start to control her movements.

He wasn't forceful.

He began by forcing Amber to make deeper thrusts each time. He soon made her go past the halfway point of his shaft so that his cock head made it into Amber's throat. Once this happened, the apex of each thrust was signaled with a soft, "glagh," from Amber.

He then started to hold Amber's head at the deepest point of the thrust for a moment longer each time. Every gag Amber made began an elongated, "glaaaaagh-ugh".

He kept this up for a while until Amber started to softly cough at the end of each thrust. Jack made sure to do three more thrust before tears started to well in Amber's eyes when she coughed.

On the last thrust, Jack held Amber's head in place for a full ten seconds before she blinked and he saw a tear break past her eyelash and run down her cheek. He then released her completely so that she could take a moment to recover. It didn't take long for Amber to stop coughing and return to sucking Jack but he had different plans.

"Good slut," he softly praised her before tugging his cock out of her grip. "Stand up for me," he ordered.

Amber obeyed and quickly stood up.

Jack slowly stroked himself as he admired the sight before him. Amber was always hot but for whatever reason, today she looked next level. Jack had always lusted after the women who worked in his office, women that refused him and laughed off his advances. He was just a fat, balding slob -how could he expect to get anywhere with them? But life had taken a weird turn -Amber was way hotter than any of the women who once scorned Jack.

Amber's clothes complimented her figure perfectly. Heels that were high, but not impractical, gave her legs extra length. Bare legs with a skirt, and not just any skirt. Amber wore a fawn cashmere pencil skirt that perfectly hugged the outline of her thighs, hips and waist. It started just below the knee and flowed up her legs and remained taught over her thighs to create a flat area starting at the knee and ending at her belly. Once it reached her torso, it pocked out slightly at her lower belly.

"Turn around slowly," he commanded.

The skirt was seemingly sewn precisely for Amber's proportions. It hugged her ass and legs so well that when she turned to the side, her ass appeared to hang out long over her legs like a balcony over a building; impossibly suspended by nothing.

The skirt ended at with a brown belt which cinched her waist and highlighted the impossible degree of her hourglass figure. Into the belt and skirt was tucked a pristine white shirt -well, not quite pristine. Some of her spit had created a patch over her chest. She had more buttons undone than he knew would be in the office which revealed her cleavage packed into a red bra. Her hair was let down in wavy locks that framed her beautiful face.

She was dressed like a catalog model depicting the perfect working housewife in spite of a figure that screamed sexy plaything. Jack thought back to the office he used to work in and all the women who had rejected him. He was ready to take his frustration out on the hottest of them.

"Time for me to play with this ass again properly," he exclaimed and hit each cheek once.

SLAP. SLAP.

"Ah! Ah! Oooo?!?"

That was new, thought Amber.

She had cried out at the pain of the slap, it was a feeling she was familiar with. The loud noise in her ears, the sting of pain on her skin, and the momentum of Jack's hand pushing her forward. But now there was a new sensation…

…the plug in her ass added an aftershock to the experience.

Whenever Jack had slapped her in the past, the pain caused her to clench her glutes. It was an automatic reflex that she couldn't help. It felt good to clench hard and release, like she was massaging herself.

Now, though, she had a plug lodged in her ass. Clenching caused her to also squeeze the plug in another involuntary reflex. It didn't feel bad, pulling the plug deeper into her asshole before releasing back out, like she was fucking her own ass.

Amber jumped and giggled at the assault Jack made on her ass. She was enjoying the new sensation and couldn't stop to explain what was happening.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

"Fuck! He he he. Ah!" Amber giggled and screamed. It was a fun sensation but she didn't want to overdo things. Her butt plug had only been inserted a few hours ago and didn't want it to dislodge. She then tried to control her reflex and remain relaxed while she was being slapped.

This seemed to work. Her clenching halted and so did her squeezing the plug. Her ass remained relaxed throughout Jack's assault. The massage on her glutes was gone and she was left with only the pain of the slap on her skin and the gentle movement of the plug in her asshole…

…she still loved this sensation.

Jack was totally unaware of the new experience he was giving Amber. He was a simple man to please and seeing a beautiful ass like Amber's jiggle as he slapped it was enough to occupy all of his attention.

It had been weeks since the last time he got to give her ass a proper slapping session. It seemed to him like Amber's ass had grown even more since then! After each slap, her ass seemed to bounce around for ages before becoming still once again.

Had she put in more gym time? Had she put in less gym time? Was it a trick of the skirt? He thought to himself. But he wasn't too concerned with the answer, he was only worried about what he was next going to do with the woman in front of him.

Jack stopped his slaps after the fifth round and turned Amber around before hiking up her skirt and ripping down her thong.

"Okay, slut time-," he was cut off my Amber jumping onto his lap and hurriedly reaching behind her back to grab his cock.

"Ah, just shut up and fuck me!" she cried as she frantically searched for his cock. Being tired and hungry all afternoon was taking its toll. But the long teasing blowjob and having to force herself to relaxed while getting her ass slapped had pushed her to the end of her rope. She just needed to cum.

"Woah! Woah! Hold on, bitch!" He spat out as he grabbed her forearms below the elbow and held them behind her back.

"You want my cock?" he asked with anger. "Then you have to do what I say. Who do you think you are?"

Amber was a bundle of desperate nerves at this point and thought Jack was still playing the same game they had played at the door.

"I'm a slut!" she cried in response.

Jack's anger melted into excitement and his frown turned into a smile. Amber was starting the call response game he improvised at the door and he was never one to miss an opportunity.

"That's right!" He replied while letting go of Amber's left arm. He reached down to grab his cock and started to rub between her legs. He aimed for the outside of Amber's pussy but, not being able to see, stabbed at her plug.

"Why are you here?" he asked, dragging the head of his cock lower to reach the wet folds of her pussy.

"Ah, I'm here to submit," she cried out while looking down at Jack's face, transfixed.

"What do you do?" he asked finally as he search around the wet folds of her pussy to find the entrance.

"I worship cock!" she screamed.

At last Jack shoved his cock into Amber.

"Ughhhhhhhh! Fuck! Jack!" Amber cried. "It feels so good! Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Amber's pussy expanded to accommodate more and more Jack's cock. The weight of the day seemed to be crashing down around her. The nerves and stress of everything that had happened fell off her shoulders.

Amber felt this burden lift and, not having to hold onto this stress any more, flopped forward. She turned her head to speak directly into Jack's ear.

"Please just fuck me!" she pleaded at Jack in a quiet hissed. "Please just fuck me! Please just fuck me! I worshiped your cock so please, JUST FUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEE!"

Jack chuckled to himself and replied, "that you did, slut. So get ready."

Upwards, he began to thrust.

"Ughhhhhh!" groaned Amber. "Thank you, daddy! Thank you! Thank you!"

Jack picked up the pace.

"Ahhhhh, Jack!" she whined. "You feel so big!"

Jack laughed because he was about to tell her that she felt extra tight. It must be the plug, he thought. That thing must be taking up more space than either of us realize.

Amber's pussy was tight, this had always been true. Whenever they had sex, he needed to make sure she was aroused and wet in order to accommodated him -but this was another degree of tightness altogether. Jack's cock grew harder considering a single question…

…how tight would she be with the metal plug?…

Jack's cock flexed at this thought which caused a wave of pleasure to flow through Amber. It started as a tingle at the crown of her head and trickled down her neck and back until it arrived at her pussy. The entire way it caused her muscles to spasm which forced her upright with a crazy arch in her back and her chest sticking into Jack face.

Jack upped the pace slightly more and reached his hand from her hips to the middle of her white shirt to take a great handful of each side. He ripped it fully open which caused her buttons to fly across the room. He grabbed her breasts and roughly jerked them out of her red bra. He squeezed them tight.

"Ahhhhhh, FUCK!" she cried out. Her pussy clench down on Jack's cock and her asshole clenched around her plug. "I'M FUCKING CUMMING, DADDY! KEEP FUCKING ME!"

Jack kept up a consistent pace thrusting into her pussy throughout her orgasm while entertaining himself with her breasts. He had moved from pawing at them with his large rough hands to pushing his face between them and kissing every inch he could reach.

"I'M YOUR FUCKING SLUT! I'M HERE TO SUBMIT! I WORSHIP YOUR FUCKING COOOOOOCK!"

At the word cock, Amber's pussy clench down the hardest yet and initiated Jack's own orgasm. He continued to thrust as he growled into her chest, "here it comes slut!"

"Yes! Cum inside me, daddy! Please, CUM INSIDE ME!" she begged. She was approaching the peak of her own orgasm and wanted Jack to have a great finish so she upped the dirty talk.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'll be such a good slut for you this week, daddyyyyyyyyyy," she egged him on. "I'LL COMPLETELY SUBMIT TO YOU! I'LL DO THINGS WITH YOU I'VE NEVER DONE WITH MY HUSBAND!"

She shuddered as peak pleasure exploded deep inside her.

"I'LL WORSHIP YOUR COCK IN WAYS YOU CAN'T IMAGINE!"

"FUCK! YES, SLUT!" He bellowed as cum shot out of his cock. Amber yelped as she felt him erupt into her.

"Fuck, that feels GOOD, Jack," she cooed, while she started to ride up and down, her own orgasm subsiding. Once his spasms ended she started to slow her pace until she came to a complete stop and rested on his lap.

They both remained still for a few moments basking in the afterglow of their orgasms before drifting off to sleep.

Amber was totally satisfied, relaxed, and content.

Pizza

The evening of Thursday, 13th -8 days before the anniversary

DING. DING. DING.

The sudden noise broke Amber's slumber and caused her to jerk upright. She looked down at Jack, on whom she had fallen asleep. She was surprised to see he was awake and on his phone.

"What was that noise?" she asked groggily looking around the living room.

"Pizza," replied Jack, simply. An evil grin was starting to form on his face as he stared into Amber's eyes.

"But why now?" she responded, still confused. She felt a pang of hunger hit her stomach, having skipped lunch and only eaten a light breakfast. "What time is it?"

"Time to get the pizza, slut."

Amber then looked down at herself, then at Jack's phone and realized what was going on.

"ME?" she gasped.

"You," he replied

There's no way I can answer the door, sh thought. Not looking like this.

Her white shirt was ripped open with no hope of being buttoned shut. Her breasts were hanging out of her bra. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist and she wasn't wearing panties any more. She dreaded to think what a mess her hair and make-up had become after Jack's rough treatment.

Jack's cock, still inside Amber, was starting to get hard again. She tried to keep focused on the insane task at hand, but she was being distracted by the pleasure starting to build inside her.

"But… but… where is my bag?" she asked, struggling to concentrate. She hoped to cover herself up with something, anything!

"You left it outside," Jack smirked back.

Fuck, she thought. Fuck!

A mix of panic and arousal was starting to brew in Amber, now. The anticipation of the new yet dangerous was starting to excite her.

"What are we calling this week, Amber?" Jack continued

"The Week of Submission."

"And what are you?"

"A slut…"

"Then submit. Do as I say and open the door to the delivery man. Let him see what a slut you are."

Amber marveled at the order. Public sex was one thing but this was quite another. She wouldn't be trying to hide, she would be flaunting herself. What's more, she wouldn't be answering the door in lingerie and immaculately made up. She would answer freshly fucked: clothes torn, make-up ruined, and stinking of sex.

Jack's growing cock started to push away the feelings of trepidation and replace them with arousal and excitement.

Am I really going to do this?

DING. DING. DING.

"He's getting impatient," prompted Jack. "And I'm getting hungry, so hurry up and answer the door. Oh, and don't even think of fixing your outfit." Jack flexed his cock at the last word and Amber let out a squeak.

Would this be the sluttiest thing I have done yet?

Amber rose slowly from the couch, relishing the pleasure of Jack's cock as it slid out of her. She looked down at it as she stood in front of him and realized her mouth was watering. It was slick with both of their fluids.

As if in a daze, she walked towards the front door.

Fuck, am I really doing this? she asked herself. Is this really going to happen?

It won't take long. Then I can eat and get back to whatever Jack has planned next. Open the door and grab the pizza. It will take five seconds.

She put her hand on the handle, took a breath and opened the door.

Amber's eyes weren't used to the dark and couldn't see well. She could only make out a figure in the dim light. She focused her eyes until the figure solidified before her. He wasn't a delivery man…

…he was a delivery boy.

He was taller than Amber but skinny and pale as a piece of paper. She then noticed the brushes of acne marking his cheeks and forehead.

He must be 19.

"Pizz-AH" he started off at a normal pitch but quickly squeaked the last syllable of the word. Amber smiled back at him -she wasn't threatened and she wasn't scared.

In fact, the thought struck her, he is the one that's scared… What a sight I must be. Skirt hiked up, torn shirt, and messy hair. He might not have seen a woman naked before.

She decided to have a bit of fun with her power.

"Awww, thank you, precious boy," she cooed at him sweetly. "What a quick little pizza driver, you are!" she continued as she touched her hand to her chest, careful not to block her breasts.

The boy's eye looked like they were popping out of his head. He remained totally still. Stare glued to Amber's face.

Amber waited a moment before asking, "well?"

"Yes ma'AM?" he managed.

Ma'am. I like that.

"Aren't you going to give me the pizza, sweetie?"

The boy quickly fumbled with his bag, sweat stains rapidly growing under his armpits. "Right, yes, the PI-zza," he mumbled to himself. His hands were shaking so badly that he kept slipping on the boxes in his bag.

"Let me, sweet boy."

Amber walked out the front door and over to the reddening driver. She stopped right in front of him, to make sure he could smell the stench of sex that clung to her hair and clothes. She looked up into his eyes and licked her lips before asking,

"If I reach in here, will I find a special package?"

The boy nodded and Amber pulled the pair of boxes out of his bag. She then turned around to walk back into the house. As she walked, she swayed her hips. Each CLUNK of her heel came with a jiggle of her soft flesh -she wanted to make sure her ass was displayed as well as possible.

"Thank you, little angel, you have no idea how hungry I am," she smiled at him. "How much were they?"

The boy didn't respond. His eyes were fixed on the spot Amber ass was last visible.

"Well?" she prompted.

"Ugh, they were al-READY paid for on the app, ma'am," he quickly managed to garble out.

"And a tip?"

The boy stared at her blankly.

"I don't have any cash, little darling. How about you just get a good look, is that okay?" she asked with saccharine chime.

The boy nodded, mouth slack and open.

Amber gave a quick twirl around on her heels.

She looked at the boy one final time to giggle before closing the door.

*****

Amber wasn't sure what prompted her tease the delivery driver. Was it the arousal at doing something naughty? Was it the relief she felt when she realized it was an nonthreatening boy rather than a leering man? Or was is just because Jack told her to do it? She pondered this question as she walked back into the living room with their pizzas.

Jack was standing up at this point and stretching.

"Sounds like you had fun," he said quizzically, to which Amber blushed. "This 'Week of Submission' could be a great opportunity and time for discovery…"

He took the larger pizza from Amber and continued, "Your friend, Stacey? Were you supposed to meet tonight?"

Amber didn't know how to respond, so she told the truth, "Yes, but I cancelled like you said. Why?"

"No reason," Jack shrugged but Amber could tell there was more going on than Jack was letting on.

"Why do you want to know?" Amber insisted. "You leave her be, Jack."

"I just wanted to make sure you cancelled your plan, that's all…"

There was a pause where Jack slid half a slice of pizza into his mouth. "I've put you are in the guest room -set up your stuff and sleep there tonight."

Amber could tell Jack was trying to change the subject and was about to press the point before Jack cut her off.

"-tomorrow we will start early. We will go on a little adventure. Look out some suitable gym clothes and a bikini. You might want to make yourself more presentable than… this." He waved his hand holding the pizza in Amber's general direction, clearly confirming what she had suspected -her hair was a mess and her make up smeared all over her face.

"It's eight o'clock, I have a few, eh, calls to make so will spend the rest of the evening in my office. Get some rest before a long day tomorrow. Relax, sleep, prepare…"

Jack then walked away.

Amber almost felt disappointment at being left alone. The excitement of waking up with Jack insider her and the little show she just gave contrasted to the dejected bored feeling she was now left with.

She supposed he was right, she definitely needed to unwind. A bath and an early night would do her wonders.

It was then that Amber remembered her suitcase still left outside the doorstep. She put her pizza down and walked to the front door to retrieve it.

When she stepped out of the front door, she walked into a figure and let out a yelp of surprise.

"Ah! What the-oh?"

The pizza boy was still standing in place where she had left him, jaw opened with a dazed look on his face.

Amber giggled before reaching to to grab her suitcase at his feet. "Awwwww, sweet little pizza boy," she mocked before closing his jaw with her free hand. "Now. It's time to get off the property before my daddy forces you off."

She turned, and walk away from him for the final time.

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ

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 Subtitle:Neighbour Chronicles Resumed Ch. 14
 Category:Loving Wives
      URL:http://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/comments/1fixmdi/neighbor_chronicles_resumed_ch_141/
Published:2024-09-17
Dream

Early morning of Friday, 14th -7 days before the anniversary

Running.

Faster.

Is he ahead or behind?

Amber didn't know.

She just had to continue moving one leg, then the other.

Left. Right. Left again.

Her strides were long, each one a leap.

She took in her surroundings. It was a patio. Her and Bill's patio! She was running between their back door and the shallow end of the pool. But something wasn't right.

No matter how fast she ran, the pool drew no closer.

She noticed her legs and arms were bare. She was naked and running with no one around her.

Then came a noise.

The side gate was opening. The side gate that connected her garden and Jack's. A figure stood at the gate. It was a man but she couldn't make it out. It didn't look like Jack, he was too slim and too tall.

He was approaching Amber.

She tried to let out a scream but her voice caught in her throat. She tried to run faster but was stuck in place.

The figure was close now. He reached out and arm…

…and pulled her into an embrace.

His hands caressed the side of Amber's hips and stroked the back of her hair. Their lips smacked against one another with desperation. He was taller than her, she tilted her head up to reach his face. She was trapped in his arms.

Certainly not trapped, thought Amber, if I were trapped, I would want to escape.

She felt one of his hands slide down and grab her ass. She smiled as she felt the new sensation cause by this figure. She felt his hand leave her body before coming back with force.

SLAP.

Her eyes opened.

That was a good dream…

Amber remained still, remembering the moment her fear turn to lust. She felt her body and noticed, like in the dream, she was totally naked. A layer of sweat covered her chest. She was hot beneath a thin bed sheet.

After a moment her eyes began to adjust to a warm orange light in the room.

I fell asleep with the lamp on? she wondered.

Looking around, she saw a foreign room and puzzled over suitcase in the corner. Then she remembered…

I'm in Jack's house and I'm here for another three days.

Then the previous night flashed back to her.

Sex on Jack's couch, teasing the pizza boy, the plug in her ass.

At that thought, Amber jerked her hand behind her felt between her legs.

Yep… still there.

Amber slowly moved it around without too much difficulty. She meant to take it out before she went to sleep but must have drifted off before doing so. That would also explain the lamp being on.

Her memory started to flood back into her waking mind. She had composed a text to Bill while eating pizza and then took a long soak in the bath to clear her mind. Bed came next where she tried to get to sleep but curiosity kept her awake. She began thinking about Friday evening next week.

Bill would have just watched our anniversary video -what will we be doing next?

Would it have gone well? Would they be having crazy, raw uninhibited sex? Would she finally be doing for Bill what Jack had been enjoying for months? Or would they be calling over to Jack's house so that Bill could get another live viewing?

After three months of secrets and teasing, Amber felt pent up. She reached her hand down to touch the plug. It's so sensitive, she thought. How hard will the glass one be to wear…

She gently nudged the silicon plug and contemplated all these scenarios, mostly overjoyed at the prospect of ending the game of lies -to finally have the opportunity to concentrate on her husband. These happy thoughts carried her off to a doze.

In the darkness, however, other possibilities occurred to her…

…what if it did not go so well?

Would Bill run off? Escape and never return?

Would she and him be hours into a screaming match, their marriage in tatters?

Would Bill release his rage on Amber, forcefully taking in one night what Jack been receiving since the night of Bill's thirtieth?

This was Bill's deepest fantasy, she told herself. He had it for years and couldn't put it down when I asked to stop.

Amber remembered the teasing she had done since the night of the Superbowl, off camera, directly to her husband. He had lapped up every minute. This thought made her smile and move her other hand between her legs to feel her pussy.

Fuck, I'm wet.

She gently thumbed her clit in one hand and felt a tingling sensation flood her with electricity. She began to push the plug further into her asshole with the other hand before pulling it out with a slight twist.

There is still plenty of lube left over…

The thoughts of teasing Bill then turned into the memory of teasing the pizza boy. She had felt so in powerful at that moment, she held the poor boy in her total control.

How far could I have pushed him?

She remembered how quickly the boy had responded to every one of her questions and followed each of her orders. When he wasn't obeying a command he was totally frozen awaiting Amber's next instruction. She giggled at the memory and thumbed harder.

Is that how Jack feels when he toys with me?

She felt more relaxed now than at any other point during the day. The memory of her power over Bill and the pizza boy was turning into arousal. She look at the bedside table where a bottle of lube the glass butt-plug stood.

I'm ready for that…

Amber slipped the silicone plug out of her asshole and dropped it carelessly on the floor -she knew it wouldn't be needed again. She reached over to the bedside table and grabbed her new toy. After applying lube, she put the tip against her asshole and applied pressure. Her other hand returned to her clit to resume a vigorous rubbing when she let her mind drift.

She thought about the times she had teased Bill by withholding oral sex from him. She remember describing how good it would feel when he one day got to experience it.

Her mind next wandered to David and their encounter. He might have been standing over, but she was the one calling the shots. He had begged her to suck his cock. A few simple words and a well placed lick had made him putty in her hands.

…Then she remembered Jack and the first Sunday morening she went over to his house. The first time she gave him a pussy-job…

Jack had started off by pushing the boundaries and Amber had been hesitant, but he had also been right -the sensation of his cock rubbing against her was amazing and the knowledge of how wrong it was had really gotten into her head. But when he pushed too far she had taken control with a simple, cold, "Okay…"

Then their roles switched and it had been her in charge. She was on top and she was controlling the pace.

Amber remembered the taunting,

"Tell how bad you want to fuck me."

She remembered torturing Jack, letting his cock reach within millimeters of sliding inside her pussy, only to be denied at the last moment.

Present day Amber stroked her clit even harder, applying more pressure to the plug with each thrust. Fuck it felt good. She had been afraid of even the smallest plug when she opened the box but now she relished the moment the glass one would slide into her ass. Her pussy was soaked and she continued to remember her moment of domination over Jack.

"Bad boy!" she had called him, when he had lost composure totally and tried to thrust into her. She knew all the right things to say to butter him up. Laying on the "daddy" and insulting her husband. She took her fingers and coated them with their combined fluids before forcing them into Jack's mouth.

"Fuuuuuuuck," moaned Amber as the glass plug slid into her asshole.

A quiet orgasm began to wash over her. She continued to move the plug in and out as she forcefully strummed her clit. The feeling was intense, but nothing like what she experienced earlier that evening. It wasn't an exciting explosion but a warm wash. Soft, and calming. An aftershock. She felt it deep in the pit of her stomach rather than emanating from her clitoris.

"Fuck, I'm fucking cumming… " she let out in a slow hiss.

Amber let the sensation wash over her while was imagined a world in which Jack had begged her for sex.

"Please ma'amm," he said in her dream, "please, I'll do anything! Please, please please! It's been so long since I've been inside a woman! Please, let me in, please!"

"Ughhhhhhh… " she let out a quiet moan, smiling at the thought a Jack over which she had control, "Fuck you Jack, you'll get what I give you, and cum when I tell you."

She let out one long sigh of, "Ahhhhhhhh… " as she slowed her movements to a stop.

Amber drifted off to sleep again. The lube stayed on her bedside table, the lamp remained on, but her glass butt-plug had a new home.

*****

Jack woke early that morning to make sure he rose before Amber. He had a plan for the whole day: a surprise wake up call, a little trip, and an evening of new adventures. But it all started with waking her up.

For the past months, Jack had been receiving excellent wake-up calls from Amber. He thought it was only fair to return the favor at least once.

He crept into her room and saw that she had thrown off the blanket and was covered in just a sheet. It worked exactly according to his plan -turn the heat up enough that it was comfortable to sleep with just a sheet or nothing at all. It would make sneaking into her bed much easier.

As he slowly knelt onto the bed, he lifter Amber's sheet and looked underneath. She slept nude last night -another lucky break. He crawled up the bed between Amber's legs and got as close to her crotch as possible before touching her.

Lying on his front, he took each of her thighs in hand just below the knee to give him the best control. He slowly pushed them towards her chest and out to the sides. He didn't want to wake Amber so moved her glacially slowly and only enough that he could get his head between her legs.

Jack moved his mouth closer, he could smell Amber now -she was clearly having a good dream. He was intoxicated by her scent. Sweet and salty, floral and full, like honey dripping off the side of roast meat. He couldn't wait to get Amber's pussy in his mouth.

He carefully touched his tongue to Amber's clit and started to lick up and down while making sure not to use too much pressure. He didn't want Amber to wake up in a shock. He needed to add pleasure slowly and keep her senses dull. He began to add horizontal movements to his tongue.

Amber's legs quivered.

When she quivered he noticed something hard rub against his chin. He looked down to see the glass plug.

Well, he thought. Amber really is all-in on this week.

Jack continued to rub his tongue over her clit until her quivers turned to spasms. He felt hands grab his bald head and apply pressure, pulling him in deeper. He knew she was awake at this point.

Amber began to moan.

This was all the encouragement Jack needed to go for a full assault on her pussy. He released his left hand from her leg and grabbed the plug. He began to move it subtly in and out, then side to side.

Her moans intensified into words,

"Ohhhhhhh! Fuck, Jack, that's gooooood," she encouraged. "Keep doing that, keep doing that! I'm going to cum any minute."

"Are you going to cum for me?" He growled into her pussy.

"Yes, daddy," she gasped. "Fuck, just keep eating my pussy, please!"

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Ughhhhh. I'm your slut, I submit, I worship. Shut up and eat my pussy!" She replied in desperation.

Jack continued for twenty seconds before Amber's words turned into a long moan.

"Fuuuuuu…, ahhhhhhhh-what? No! Please! Start again! I was so close!"

Jack sat up and grinned down at Amber.

"Please, please, please!" She begged. "I'm so close just a minute longer, please! I'm your slut! I'll submit to you! I'll worship your cock all day! Please, just LET ME CUM!"

"No time, slut," he replied. "We have a gym session to attend. Wear appropriate clothes and bring a bikini. Be ready to leave in 30 minutes."

Amber threw her head against the pillow in frustration.

How long will he tease me?

Gym

The morning of Friday, 14th -7 days before the anniversary

"But why are we going to a gym the three towns over?"

"Don't want to be recognized, do you?"

"I get that part but what are we going to do? And why a gym?"

Jack didn't say anything, he just smirked at Amber. They had been driving in silence for 15 minutes. Jack had only told her that they would be going to a gym, to dress for a work-out, and bring a bikini for a sauna afterwards.

He was pleased with what she wore. Unlike when they went on the hike, there was no need to remind her of who would be looking.

She had tied her hair back in a tight ponytail high on her head except for two strands at her fringe that framed her face. She had make-up done to look natural but added some blush across her cheeks and nose to create a perpetually flushed look -it gave the impression of a hard work out. Amber knew to go light on foundation so that her face blended in with the skin on rest of her body. There was plenty of that on display: a white sports bra and red bike shorts left little to the imagination, each piece being very skimpy.

Her shorts just didn't cover her ass -they left exposed a small bit of cheek folding over her upper thigh. They should have ended below her belly button but Amber had hiked them up to really show the shape of her figure and make a line cinching her waist. The sports bra provided little support, being a set of thin straps on her back and slightly transparent cloth on the front. If you stared long enough, you could make out the shape of her nipples and the piercings that were in each of them. She had worn black converse shoes that weren't tied all the way up so the part covering her ankles was loose and flopped down.

When Amber looked at herself in the mirror that morning, she knew heads would turn in whatever gym they went to. She looked like a half naked gym-bunny with a thirst-trap Instagram account to push.

15 minutes, Jack chuckled to himself.

It took 15 minutes for Amber to lose her cool and break the silence. Jack didn't expect longer than 5 minutes of peace before a barrage of questions so he was grateful that they, at least, made it to the highway.

I guess she learned her lesson from last night: if I give you and order, you obey it. If I don't do anything, you don't do anything. There's no hurrying this along, we have the rest of the week…

"We're going three towns over to a gym I've been to a few times," he started and glanced at Amber who was listening to his every word with rapt attention. "This morning, we're going to have a little fun and play a dangerous game. They have a small sauna room in there, you like to sauna right?"

Amber nodded.

"Good. I've booked it for us this morning but you are going to build up a nice sweat for an hour before joining me in there. While you work out, you'll have a task to complete. I'll tell you about that in a moment, any questions so far?"

"Why are we going at this time? 10am is, like, the quietest time to attend a gym, especially on a Friday morning. I thought you'd want me to show off a bit… " she trailed off at the end.

"Are you disappointed?" Jack asked incredulous.

"No…"

"Awwwww, it's just that you put a lot of effort into your outfit, is it? You wanted the chance to show off in front of a crowd?"

"No!" Amber scoffed. "I just don't know what's going to happen, that's all."

"Okay, I'll tell you about the task. I booked the sauna between 11 and 12. While you're at the gym, I'll dip in and out of the pool. At 11, when our time slot starts, I'll have already set up a camera in the sauna, out of sight. Your job is to bring someone into the sauna room at which point I'll join you."

"What?!"!" Amber gasped in shock. "But cameras in a gym is a big no-no, especially in a sauna!"

Jack just chuckled, "I told you, I've been going to this gym for the past few months and know the people at reception. It's not illegal and they won't disturb us. They especially won't disturb us after the hefty tip I gave last week."

"But what if I can't get anyone to come with me?" Amber next asked.

"Look at you, I think it'll be more a a problem of getting only one person to come with you," Jack smirked.

"What are we going to do in the sauna?"

"Stuff."

"What kind of stuff."

"Sexy stuff."

"Are you a little boy?!" Amber barked in frustration.

Jack only laughed in response and decided to give away a few more clues. "It's okay, I don't expect us to have full blown sex -you are way to loud for us to get away with that. But we might tease our guest. You might show off or you might decide to show me off. I might ask you to do certain things, and you'll have to show me how ready to submit you really are… " Jack ended enigmatically

Amber just sat in silence contemplating what would happen when they got to the gym. She glanced down at her phone to see they still had at least an hour until they reached the place. She looked out the window and thought about her situation, What do I want to do?

Did she want to show off? If she was honest with herself, the answer was yes. She knew exactly what outfit she wanted to wear when Jack told her about the gym.

She remembered the fantasies that had started to interrupt her regular gym sessions since hooking up with Jack. She imagined Bill helping her but all while she got dangerous, lusty stares from buff weight lifters. When those stories played out in her head, it had just been a source of arousal but also shame and conflict.

Amber was faithful to her husband and totally sexually satisfied. Or was she? What was happening with Jack had unlocked new sexual heights for them both -not just Bill. She enjoyed showing off and teasing her husband. She enjoyed it in a way she didn't expect possible. Did she also want to show off? Is that why she was so quick to pick this outfit?

She then remembered the motto for the week…

Submit. Worship.

Last night in bed Amber had resolved to play along with all Jack's games. This one seemed pretty safe -there wasn't anything to lose. She wouldn't be surrounded with people she regularly saw. She would play along.

Amber turned to Jack before asking, "There's one part I find hard to believe, Jack."

"Oh yeah?" He replied, curious now. "What's that?"

"There's no way you regularly go to a gym."

*****

Amber was on the last round of her lunges. She liked to do this towards the end of her regular set because they were easier when she was warmed up and stretched.

Left. Up. Right. Up. Left… the mantra went on in her head.

She strode forward, her eyes glued to the door handle in front of her.

Right. Up…

She was consumed entirely by the routing -entirely focused on her body and outside of her mind.

Left. Up.

Some people listened to podcasts or music while exercising but Amber never enjoyed it. She like the feeling of singular focus that only silence and repetition brought her.

Right. Up.

She chose to use lighter weights than her usual set because she didn't want to totally drain herself -she didn't know what Jack had planned and wanted to have energy. But that wasn't the only reason…

Left-

"Ahhhhh!" Amber yelp. She stumbled slightly on her final stride because she wasn't totally focused on her balance.

Ohhhhh?!" a second sensation caught her as she clenched her core. She felt the plug flex in her ass as she contracted the muscles in her glutes. She stopped for a moment to catch her breath. Eyes closed and focused breathing in an attempt to calm down her heart and the tingling sensation rising between her legs…

This had been happening all morning during her exercises. She was afraid it would be a constant sense of discomfort that she would have to quell whenever she moved but it certainly wasn't that -in a sense it was simultaneously better and much much worse.

The plug gave her frequent little reminders that is was lodge in her ass. Every time she lost balance it screamed at here, Still here, babe! Whenever she had to lift a weight slightly heavier than she expected, a clench asked, Miss me? A slight misstep on the treadmill caused a vibration calling to Amber, Hi, slut!

In between all these moments she totally forgot it was present. The thing that surprised Amber most was that each time she registered the plug's presence, it wasn't total discomfort either -the twinges were a mix of discomfort and pleasure. Throughout her work-out was sprinkled a plethora of moments where her pussy tingled and butterflies flapped in her stomach.

She wasn't sure if it was purely a physical sensation, either. Was she also being excited by the taboo nature of the experience? Her ass had been off-limits to her husband but now she was wearing a plug in a non-sexual scenario. Was she turning this scenario sexual? She didn't know to what degree, but Jack leaving her on the edge that morning certainly amplified the whole experience.

Amber considered these questions as she tried to calm down. It was when her breath returned to normal that she registered the figure next to her.

"That was an awesome lunge! You're legs look stronger than mine!"

Amber dropped the two 5kg weights in her hands and looked up. She was facing a man in his mid 30s. At first Amber was surprised at how tall he was but then recoiled slightly at the rest of his appearance.

His skin was pale and waxy. Where hair should have fuzzed on his head, there was none. Instead, it seemed to have overcompensated on his shoulders. She noticed a headband and shades, and suppressed a laugh before looking at the rest of his ensemble: a tank top and loose shorts.

She could see large muscles on his arms, legs and neck but his demeanor wasn't intimidating. He came across as sickly and flabby. She wasn't quite sure what it was about this man because he wasn't unattractive in the same way as Jack. But certainly, he wasn't attractive.

"The name's Jason," he said as he stuck out his arm. Amber gripped his hand and was immediately engulfed in cold and sweat.

Ugh, so clammy! a voice shrieked in her head.

She felt slime migrate from Jason's hand to hers.

"Amber," she replied and couldn't help suppress the disgust in her voice.

"Great to meet you, Abbey," he said confidently. "I haven't seen you here before, are you new? I'm a bit of a regular. I can show you the ropes?"

"Thanks but I'm happy just-"

"Yeah, I started coming to the gym after I busted my knees." He raised his leg and outlined a large scar on the side of his knee. "College football. Softmore year. I was just a bit too aggressive, ha ha!"

Amber then looked more closely at his hands after he placed his leg back on the ground. It wasn't that they were small, but they were almost entirely palm. Wrist to finger, his hand were probably larger than Jacks' but his fingers were shorter than her own. They were pudgy and seemed to poke out of his palms like small cocktail sausages.

"Thanks but I think I'm done with the weights for now," she said flatly.

"Oh, awesome. Doing some cardio next?"

"Nope."

"Awwwww, yeah. What about a break? I'm going to hydrate."

"I'm not thirsty."

"Wow wow, going at it, huh?"

Silence.

"What are you up to next?" he pressed

"I might do some squats."

"Cool cool cool, keeping that ass tight?"

Silence again.

"Right on. Catch you after my break?" he continued, unabashed.

"I might be here."

Amber then turned and walked away.

What a wannabe gym bro, she thought. How long does it take to pick up on a 'leave me alone' vibe?

Amber walked over to the rack to start her squats. She didn't want to challenge herself very much, so just used an empty bar to practice her technique without weights.

She looked around the room to see who else was at the gym. It was exactly as she expected: no one but her. She considered Jack's instructions about bringing someone to the sauna, what if she didn't do it? Would it be the same with only the two of them?

What if she brought Jason? Would that be awful? If Amber knew what Jack had planned then she could make a better decision but he had left her totally in the dark.

Submit. Worship.

The words echoed in her head as she began her set. She did three squats back to back then paused, then three more, then another pause. And so on

She knew Jason would be annoyed if she failed. It was the whole point of the week. Don't think too hard and follow Jack's instructions.

I had fun last night when I just let go, she realized. I could just let go again?

Three final squats and then a more substantial break to drink water. She gulped down her first mouthful. It'll have to be Jason, he would definitely follow me if I ask him and there's no-

"Excuse me?" came a voice from behind Amber.

She finished her gulp and turned to see a short woman around her age pointing at the rack. "Are you done, do you mind if I have a go while you break?"

Amber and Jason weren't the only two in the gym.

Oh wow, is Jack lucky!

The woman before her was stunning.

She was a head shorter than Amber but had hips just as wide. Her eye's were big and hazel. Her hair was a rich dark color with streaks of deep blue. It was long and wavy and styled just like Amber's, in a high pony tail with two strands framing her face. And her outfit, just like Amber's, showed far too much skin.

"Sure! Go ahead!" Amber gasped as she moved aside.

"Thanks, hun. We can take turns if it suits you?" the woman offered.

Well, that was easy…

"Oh perfect!" Amber beamed. "I need a friend to correct me, if you don't mind? I'm out of practice."

"No problem," came sweet reply as the woman began her first squat. "Could you do the same for me, please?"

"Of course! I'm Amber by the way."

"Vanessa," replied the woman.

Amber stood back and studied the woman in front of her.

Where Amber was muscular in her arms, legs and stomach, Vanessa seemed to be just a little bit curvier. She gave a goth or rocker vibe from the few visible tattoos and dye in her hair. Her skin seemed both tan and pale at the same time, as if a little bit of sun would turn her a warm brown. She seemed to emit a healthy glow despite the harsh white gym lighting. She certainly wasn't fat, but where Amber was soft Vanessa seemed to be even softer. Amber wasn't sure if it was being on the edge of arousal for so long but she found Vanessa's figure enticing.

If Amber was going to be a blonde angel on one of Jack's shoulders, Vanessa could easily be the dark haired demon on the other. The two women contrasted and complimented each other perfectly.

"That's really good, sweetie" noted Amber, as Vanessa rose for a third time. "I think you might have gone a little low on that one but apart form that, great work!"

"Thanks!" Vanessa let out in a breathy gasp. "Can you stop me when I get to the right point?"

"Sure, hun."

Amber stepped closer to place her hands on Vanessa's back and hamstring to guider her as she began another squat. Amber looked at Vanessa's clothes. She wore loose black track shorts that came up far too high on her legs and started far too low on her stomach. A bright pink thong was easily visible going over her hips with a T poking out of the back of her shorts. A white bralette was under a tremendous strain holding up her ample breasts.

"Aaaaaand, stop!" called Amber as Vanessa's thigh reached horizontal.

Amber's hand stroked Vanessa's back as the two women rose together.

"Thanks," sighed Vanessa as she replaced the bar. "I was going much further than I should have."

Amber took the bar next to begin her next round. Vanessa stood drinking water and inspecting Amber as she began the exercise.

"You're not going quite far enough, Amber. Maybe another inch further down?"

Amber looked up and smiled. She then noticed the tattoo across Vanessa's chest. I depicted a large lotus flower. It began from within her cleavage and extended all the way along her sternum. As Amber looked at the rest of her body she saw a sprinkling of small tattoos across each of her limbs.

Amber realized she had stopped too long to gaze at Vanessa's breast.

Oh god, she thought. I hope she doesn't think I was leering…

Amber had never been so drawn to another woman. Vanessa seemed to ooze sex. Amber wasn't sure if it was her friendliness, her clothing choice, or just a general vibe but she found herself totally flustered.

Amber faced forward and continued this round with encouragement from Vanessa. On the final squat, Vanessa complimented her, "That's lovely, your back looks so perfect and straight!" Vanessa then took over with the bar while Amber guided her as needed.

And so the two women went back and forth at the squat rack and guided each other as necessary.

The chatted as they exercised. Vanessa talked about her job as a sales rep for a small tech start-up. She complained about her colleagues and the fact that she had to do so many different jobs at such a small firm.

"It's like, HIRE MORE STAFF, assholes!" she wined.

She also enjoyed that she could dictate her own schedule and go to the gym during off-peak times. There was a lot of freedom to travel, too. The reason she was in this small town was to visit a new client and get them on-boarded to the product offering.

"I'm really keen to see some of the parks here," she told Amber. "So I've been her for the past three weeks. But what about you? I haven't seen you in the gym before."

Amber was vague about her career and only said that she worked in a hospital. She told Vanessa that it was her first time here and that she was visiting for a workshop.

"Oh, cool!" exclaimed Vanessa. "Which hotel? I need to find something to do this evening -want to meet for a drink tonight?"

"Sure thing," winked Amber. They had stopped squatting entirely at this point and were just talking and drinking water.

"Great," smiled Vanessa. "I'm going to need to find some other way to relax today because the sauna is booked up by that Jack guy!"

"Jack? You know Jack?" asked Amber, nervous.

"Oh yeah, he hangs around here a bit but mostly uses the pool. Makes sense for that fucking whale! Wait, do you know him too?"

"Yeah, he's… a friend… " Amber trailed off. "He booked the sauna for me. You can join if you'd like?"

"Okay… " replied Vanessa, very puzzled. "He has a weird energy. Not creepy, but also not not-creepy. Do you know what I mean? What kind of friend?"

Amber then looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 11 o'clock.

"I can explain in the sauna," she said hurriedly. "I just want to do one more set and then I'm going to head in."

"Amazing!" answered Vanessa. "I'm done so I can just help you for your last set."

Amber took the bar and did her first squat.

She was so close to the sauna, she could feel the excitement brewing deep inside her. The anticipation she had been feeling all morning was finally ending. She would start her next task with Jack.

"Too low this time," noted Vanessa. "Here let me adjust you."

Vanessa placed one hand on Amber's back and the other on underside of Amber's thigh.

Amber began to squat. She inched slowly down lower and lower. All the while thinking about the sauna and what was going to happen.

What had Jack planned? How crazy would this go?

"Much better that time, Amber. You're a super-star! Come on, don't go too far for this last time. Then we can chill in the sauna."

Vanessa move her hand further up Amber's thigh and applied pressure to keep Amber from descending too hard. It was so close to being over. Amber's mind fired as she began her final squat.

The sauna. The camera. Jack. Vanessa. My plug-Wait-AHHHH! MY PLUG!

Vanessa's hand slid a little to far up Amber's leg and made contact with the glass butt-plug embedded between her cheek.

"What? Oh, it looks like your pants aren't positioned properly, here let me fix-wait… that's hard… what's…"

Amber let out an involuntary moan as Vanessa moved the plug in her ass.

"Oooooooooo, fuuuuuuuuck," Amber let out as she was teased with a burst of pleasure.

FORGET ME, BITCH? the plug taunted her.

"Hhhhhhhhh!" Vanessa gasped. "Are you wearing?…"

"Yesssssssss," Amber let out in a high-pitched hiss.

"Oh, I didn't mean to… it's just a surprise because… did you really mean to wear it… to the gym?…"

Amber listened to Vanessa's tone, was that judgement?

She didn't know, she was still trying to control the pleasure rushing through her. She was trying to calm down and halt the orgasm that had been threatening her all morning. She couldn't just cum on the gym floor.

"I'm ahhh… prepping?" Amber state defensively, "for a special occasion on Sunday."

Amber rose to her full height to put the bar back in place. Electricity seemed to spark in her muscles as she strained with the effort. Shame pooled in the pit of her stomach as she looked at her companion.

"Oh!" said Vanessa, further shocked. "Wow… fuck… good for you, I guess?…"

Blood was pumping Amber's her ears. All the frustration of the morning was rising inside her.

Not judgement. Something else.

Amber didn't fully understand why she reacted this way. All she knew was that she was at the end of her rope and needed to take it out on someone. "Something to say, Vanessa?" she spat.

"No no! God, I don't know!" Vanessa coward under Amber's obvious rage. "I just… well… like… unexpected… ha ha…"

Amber slowly raised her eyebrows and waited for Vanessa to speak further.

"Like… it's kinda hot… I guess?…!"

Arousal?

"It's just… well… it's like… unexpected, as I said… ha ha…"

Certainly nerves.

"Anyway… I gotta run. Rain check on that sauna, yeah? Bye"

And with that, Vanessa scurried off to pick up her bag and ran to the gym changing room.

Amber thought about what happened. Was she being judged by Vanessa? She wasn't sure. Fear, and embarrassment were the main two emotions she registered at the end. What was going on?

She thought back to Vanessa's words: good for you, I guess…

It was 11 o'clock, time to meet Jack in the sauna. Amber looked around the empty gym…

…well, not totally empty. There were no other options available to her -she walked over to the weights section.

"Hey Jason!" she called. "Want to join me in the sauna?"

Sauna

The morning of Friday, 14th -7 days before the anniversary

Amber was greeted by the strong smell of hot wood, as she opened the door to the sauna. It was a familiar friend after each of her regular work-outs. Though today's session wasn't nearly as demanding as her usual set, her heart was beating no less quickly. Exhaustion wasn't the cause -it was anticipation about what else would greet her in the room…

…but the room was empty.

Amber wasn't listening to Jason as he went on and on in a long boastful story about "The Impossible Game Saving Throw". She was looking for the camera or any clue at all as to what they were going to do while in here. She took a seat on one bench. Jason took a seat on the one facing her and continued with his story.

Amber gave him a false smile and nod every so often. She still held the frustration of the morning in her shoulders and Jason's incessant voice and boring story weren't helping matters.

God, what a meat head, she thought as she looked at the round features on his face.

Dim. Unaware. Unthreatening… Those were the words that came to mind as Amber studied him.

Jason was quick to flirt with Amber when he entered the gym but he completely missed the 'go away' vibe she had been sending out in spades. She knew how to rebuff men -she was all too familiar with being approached not to have picked up those skills.

After she had invited him to sauna, all he talked about were the football games he had played nearly 15 years ago.

Star quarter back he might have been in high school, but the confidence he earned in that time hadn't matured into anything appealing now… Sure, he is tall and muscular, certainly taller and more muscular than Bill, but something is missing. He is negatively intimidating. I'm not the slightest bit afraid of this man in front of me…

Amber's irritation at Jason was beginning to boil.

Is it his face? she pondered. He looks like a gummy bear come to life. Every edge of him is round and smooth.

Amber continued to study the enigma of a man before her, trying to understand why she was so put off by him. Unfortunately, Jason mistook this intellectual interest for a different kind of interest.

"You know," he began. "I had a bit of a reputation in high school…"

Oh, no… she though.

"Oh, yes… " said Amber in a flat voice.

"I had a bit of a, ugh, reputation with the ladies, if you catch my drift… " he smirked.

"Wow. What kind of reputation… " Amber said without bothering to feign an interested tone.

"A sexy one."

"A sexy one?"

"A sexy one," Jason left the last sentence hang for a moment while smiling confidently at Amber.

"I can show how I earned my nickname, if you'd like?"

Fuck, what is this jelly bean about to do…

Jason began to loosen his towel, while he spoke, "the ladies used to call me Big-Berries because I-" his sentence was cut of as the door opened.

Jack entered the sauna.

Phew! thought Amber. Not a moment too soon.

"Woah!" cried Jason in surprise. "Private booth, fella!"

Jack looked at him puzzled before sitting down next to Amber and responding, "Yes. My one, fella?"

Amber then decided to interject with, "Jason, this is-" but she was cut off by him with a, "don't worry, Abbey, I've got this."

Jason turned to Jack and started to stand up. He began to say, "Listen, buddy-" before immediately hitting his head off the ceiling.

"Owwwww!" He cried and patted the spot on his head that slammed into the wood panels.

Jack let out a chuckle.

Jason then looked down and said, "Guy, I'm not sure how you got mixed up, but me and the lady here have this sauna booked and things were about to get a little hotter, if you know what I mean. So, eh, scram!"

Jack didn't respond. He just stared at Jason, incredulous.

Who is this guy? Jack thought. He looks like an egg.

Amber then put her hand on Jack's thigh, and said, "Jason, I'd like you to me Jack. He's my… mmmmm… friend. He booked the sauna for me."

Jason stared back puzzled and asked, "You know this guy, Abbey?"

"Yes, Jason." Amber replied firmly. "He's my-"

"Daddy," cut in Jack. "Tell him, Amber."

There was a pause while Amber looked daggers at Jack.

God, this is embarrassing, she thought. But then her mind processed the situation a bit more. Jason had totally distracted her from the very reason she was in the sauna to begin with and Jack's words echoed back to her:

Your job is to bring someone into the sauna room, at which point I'll join you.

She had done that all right. Just the three of them were in the sauna. There were no windows and no one else in the gym to disturb them. It was time to see what else was planned.

She looked into Jack's face and read the words he mouthed:

Submit. Worship.

"That's right, Jason," Amber said while stroking Jack's thigh. "This is Jack, he's my daddy. Have a seat, you can stay with us, if you'd like."

Jason stared back, crouching slightly away from the ceiling. "This guy… is your father?" he asked stupidly.

"He's my daddy," Amber corrected while staring into Jason's round blue eyes as he sat down.

She then shifted her position on the bench to kneel beside Jack. She moved both hands to his lap and felt that he was naked beneath the towel. A wicked idea popped into her head as she realized what Jack might be planning.

"What were you saying, Jason? About a nickname? Red-Cherries, or something?" She took this moment of silence as an opportunity to stretch out fully, extending her arms over Jack's lap and arching her back to the largest degree she could manage. Her bikini bottoms rode up exposing even more skin.

"Ugh, I… " Jason responded blankly. "It was Big-Berries, I… ugh…"

Jason blatantly stared at Amber's ass as she began to roll her hips in a circular motion.

"The girls, liked my… ugh…"

Amber next began to create waves with her back. She started in her shoulder by hunching over slightly and then brought more of her back into the crescent. Slowly, the shape moved down her back until it reached her hips at which point she gave a little wiggle from side to side.

Amber smiled up at Jason from Jack's lap and prompted, "They liked your what, Round-Berries?" She then returned to making the slow waves down her back and pushed her head into Jack's lap while looking up at Jason.

"They… ugh… " attempted Jason, "they really liked my balls…"

Jack raise his hand and placed it on Amber's neck. He stroked slowly down her back following the crest of the wave. But his hand went beyond her hips and came to rest on her ass.

"That's cool, Jason," he replied, vaguely. "It must be nice to have big balls."

Jason didn't answer. He just stared at Jack's hand which was stroking Amber's ass.

Amber turned her head towards the front of the room, but kept her eyes closed as she slowly cooed, "Mmmmmm, that feels good, daddy. Thank you…"

Jack smiled deeply at this point and winked at the camera hidden over Jason's shoulder. The plan was working perfectly -leaving a lot up to Amber by giving one simple instruction had been the right call.

He decided to become even more bold and began to pull the fabric of Amber's bikini even higher to give her a full wedgie. She was now showing as much skin as the bikini allowed.

Amber gazed at Jason's face to see a slack jaw and bulging eyes.

Even if he had the capacity of forethought, he wouldn't have imagined this…

Amber halted her show of writhing and came up onto her hands while keeping an arch in her back. She kissed Jack on the cheek and started rubbing his lap again…

…this time, however, she didn't confine her hands to stroking his thighs.

Jack took this as the perfect moment to tease Jason.

"You like Amber, Jason?" he asked.

Jason only nodded, eyes fixed on Amber ass.

"She's got a great body, doesn't she?"

Another nod.

"Her skin is so smooth to stroke. She's muscular but soft to grip."

He grabbed a handful of Amber's ass and squeezed. Amber let out a moan.

"Bet you want to have a try too. Right, superstar? Or sorry, Cherry-Berry"

Sweat dripped profusely from Jason's brow. His jaw remained slack and mouth was starting to dry. His breath quickened. Excitement was bubbling from within him. He had been staring at her ass from across the hall for most of his work out and it looked even better out of the cycle shorts. Jason's arm rose. It began to make its way towards Amber.

"Go on, reach out, fella… It feels great… " Jack encouraged.

Lust and longing was painted across Jason's face. He was inches from Amber. Just a bit further. Amber's body was slick with sweat now. Her skin seemed to glow in the warm low light of the fire. An inch now. He was just an inch away from Amber's golden ass. Just a bit further to touch her and-

"Ah!" Amber snapped sharply at Jason.

He crashed out of his hypnosis and looked at Amber's face, pale with fear and surprise. Bad as he was at registering Amber's mood early, he could not mistake the her emotion at that moment: anger.

"I said you could sit with us," she spat. "I did NOT say you could join in with us! Behave like a good boy, otherwise you won't even get that privilege."

What is happening?!"! Jason thought in shock and panic. I was inches away from the ball but now I'm back on the bench?

"Hey daddy," Amber said to Jack as she looked at him sweetly. "Did you have any nicknames in high school?"

"Nah," replied Jack. "Girls were too busy having fun with me to gossip about silly names." He then loosened his towel to finally reveal what Amber had been playing with all along.

"Ooooooo, daddy!" she exclaimed. "I forgot how big you get when it's warm!"

Amber then dove head first onto Jack's cock.

Bliss.

Amber felt contentment flood insider her at the moment of first contact. She knew exactly what she was doing after months of practice. She relished the moment and swirled the head of Jack's cock in her mouth while feeling total relaxation at performing the act which she had perfected. Except this time she had a captive audience.

Fuck, this is hot, she thought. Okay, time to show off…

Amber went as deep as she could without warming up and remained there for a moment to let out a deep moan, before coming up for air.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, gluagh! Ooooooh, Daddy, I looooove sucking your cock."

Her head then returned to Jack's lap to resume sucking with gusto. Now focusing on bobbing her lips beyond the head. A smile formed at the edges of her mouth when she heard Jack letting out a long groan.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck, Amber. You're so good at that, you little slut!"

SLAP.

Jack emphasized the last word with a slap on her ass. Amber paused to shiver for a moment, feeling the sting of the slap on her skin and the contraction around the plug.

"GLUGH. GLUGH. Ahhhhhh! Fuck, daddy, slap me again!"

SLAP.

Jack complied with another smack on her other cheek. Amber was prepared this time and didn't clench after Jack's palm made contact. She felt her ass jiggle for even longer while relaxed. She returned bobbing her head deliberately in Jack's lap.

God, she thought. Will I get that little surprise every time I'm slapped?

Jack's hand started to wander between Amber's legs and under her bikini. He felt he wetness coating his fingers.

Fuck! he thought. She is loving this.

He then raise his hand in the air and played with the sticky fluids creating a web of gruel connecting his thumb and his index finger. Jack quickly tilted his head towards his hand while looking at Jason, indicating where the meat-head's attention should be focused.

"You're soooo fucking wet, Amber," he said while staring at his hand.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she groaned in reply. "All thanks to this cock, daddy."

Jack gave one last slap on Amber ass before resuming his slow stroking. He leaned back and let out a long sigh while looking up at the ceiling, "Fuuuuuuck, that's nice."

He had wondered whether Amber might bring another woman into the sauna. He saw her talking to the goth chick, Vanessa, and wondered what would have happened if the pair of them were in here? Would he just tease Amber and prompt a few questions about why such a beautiful thing would be with an overweight slob like him? Would Vanessa be convinced to join in on the fun by Amber? While talking to Vanessa over the past few weeks, Jack picked up on an acute 'pick-me' vibe.

But it was not to be.

Still, Jack wasn't disappointment -there was something fun about seeing Amber toy with Jason herself.

When Jack saw Jason in the room, he expected a replay of the incident with the taxi driver all those months ago. He did not expect Amber to take total control of the moron sitting alone on the other bench.

It makes the next job even easier.

Jack moved his gaze away from the ceiling in order to stare straight into Jason's face. "God, I'm sooooo fuuuuucking luuuuuckly. Has your husband got this treatment, yet?"

Amber giggled as she took his cock out of her mouth in order to reply, "He he! You know he hasn't, daddy… " before resuming her ministrations in Jack's lap.

Jack then gave Amber a slap on her ass and praised her, "That's my slut."

Jason took a moment to register what he just heard.

If Amber has a husband, he thought, and that husband isn't Jack… then… that means Amber is cheating on her husband?!"! Wait, Amber doesn't give her husband blowjobs, is that what she said? But she gives blowjobs to this guy?

Jason's maximum available brainpower processed all these thoughts and distilled them into a single question:

"You give blowjobs to guys that aren't your husband?"

Jack chuckled at the question, waiting to hear where this guy would go next. Amber on the other hand, sweetly corrected him between kissing the cock in front of her,

"Not quite, Dangle-Berries. KISS. KISS. KISS. I give blowjobs to my daddy…"

"Oh, so you two are married?"

"God, no!" laughed Jack.

Both he and Amber lifted their left hands so that they were visible to Jason. Jack's hand was devoid any jewellery while Amber's hand sported a gold wedding band and a diamond ring. Even Jason was able to work out the clues in front of him.

So Jack isn't married because his hand is empty. But Amber… Amber has a wedding ring and an engagement ring… which means she is married. But that means they aren't married to each other, so Amber is cheating on her husband!

"So you do give blowjobs to guys who aren't your husband! I want one next."

At this, Amber laughed so hard the cock flew out of her mouth.

"Fucking, meat-head! Ha ha ha! I didn't let you touch my body. Why do you think you're anything more than a spectator to this!"!"

She then forced Jack's cock deep into her throat repeatedly while staring directly into Jason's eye.

GLUCK. GLUCK. GLUCK.

Jack was afraid Amber went too far with this and decided to quickly distract Jason. He pulled Amber's bikini into a wedgie so hard it snapped the material. Amber paused whine but then continued sucking the cock in front of her.

"GLUCK. Owwwwwww! GLUCK. GLUCK."

"Hey Jason," Jack called. "Want to see a little surprise? Have another look at Amber's ass. Look really close, what do you see?"

Jason's eyes drifted from the cock furiously going in and out of Amber's mouth to Jack's hand on her ass. There was also something going in and out too… Amber's butt plug.

"Huuuuuh?!" Jason gasped. "Were you wearing that the whole time?"

Amber took Jack's cock out of her mouth long enough to say, "Mmmmmm, yes, Littles-Cherries," she moaned. "I love wearing them for my daddy…"

Jack was getting close now. He knew he wouldn't last much longer and didn't want to drag it out much more in case they were interrupted.

"Last surprise, stud," he said. "What to see a touchdown?"

Jason nodded vigorously as his eyes returned to Amber's face and the cock buried in it.

"All right!" He cried out. "Slut, tell me where you want it?"

"My face!" Amber pleaded in desperation. "No wait, my throat! Please daddy, I can't decide!"

"You can have both, baby. You've been such a good little slut today!"

Jack then shoved Amber's ass off the bench and onto the ground while holding her ponytail tightly with the other hand.

"Ahhhhh! Eeeeeee!" squealed Amber in delight and shock at the forceful movements from Jack. "Thank you, daddy! He he he. Thank you! Paint my face! Fuck my throat! I want your cum so fucking bad!"

Jack pulled Amber's neck back with a grip on her pony tail while stroking his cock with the other hand. He pulled back and forth hard as he stared down at Amber's smiling open mouth in front of him.

"Here it comes, slut!"

"Cover me, DADDY! Please I need your cum!"

"AHHHHHH," he bellowed before losing it.

A huge squirt of cum ejected straight into her forehead and violently splashed outwards. His next stream landed in the same spot but spread across Amber's face slashing across her eye, nose and finishing in her open mouth.

"EEEEEEEE! THANK YOU DADDY! I NEED YOU CUM IN MY MOUTH! LET ME TASTE IT PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, DADDY!"

Jack aimed the next two streams directly into Amber's mouth. They shot out like long creamy ropes landing on Amber's tongue. For his final eruption, he shoved his cock into Amber's full mouth causing the cum already pooled in place to spill out onto her chest. He let out his last burst directly into Amber's throat.

"Ahhhhhhhhh… " Jack let out a long sigh before releasing Amber's hair. He stroked her cheek and praised her with a whispered, "good, slut."

Amber lifted her hands to her chest to rub what spilled from her mouth into her breasts. She let out a deep groan of satisfaction as she swilled around the cum left in her mouth. Turning to Jason, she opened her mouth to show off its gooey contents and was met with a look of shocked arousal across his face.

Amber swallowed.

"GULP. GULP. Ahhhhhh."

She stuck out her tongue obscenely to show Jason there wasn't a drop left. It was from this viewpoint that she saw the red light of the camera between the slats of wood over Jason's shoulder. She focused in on the lens.

Amber gave a wink and blew it a kiss.

"He he he," she giggle. "Hope you enjoyed the show?"

Jack passed Amber her towel before wrapping his own around his waist.

Jason remained still throughout all of this and continued to stare at Amber's chest as though hypnotized. A single thought was bouncing around his head, That's where she smeared all of the cum…

Amber looked up at Jack from her kneeling position and asked, "Meet you in the car in 30 minutes? I want a shower." Jack gave a thumbs up without turning around and grunted, "sure." When he opened the door to exit, a breeze of air came into the room.

The cool wind smacked Jason's face like ice water and he let in a great gasp for air,

"Hhhhhhhhhhhaaaaa! What did I just watch?!"! You're wild! Can I get your number?" came out of his mouth in one quick rush.

Amber rose to her to her feet while laughing, "Ha! Sorry, stud. I'm taken, see?" She then presented her left hand so that he could see the two rings again but this time they were obscured by a splash of Jack's semen.

Jason stared confused at Amber while trying to reconcile what he was being told with what he had just seen.

Amber wrapped her own towel around her waist to cover her bare lower half, picked up her ripped bikini bottoms and slid on her flip-flops to go. She looked back at Jason one last time while standing at the door and exclaimed,

"Oh, sorry, Berry-Boy. Look at your foot!"

She tossed him her ripped bikini and said,

"My daddy got his cum on you…"

Car

The afternoon of Friday, 14th -7 days before the anniversary

Amber stared far into the desert as they drove down the highway.

At the crest of each hill, she saw miles and miles of nothingness in every direction. Brown-grey sand and grey-green bushes as far as she could make out.

Amber was getting bored.

"You drive this far, just to go to a gym?" she asked Jack.

Jack kept his eyes on the empty road and replied, "can't you be alone with your thoughts?"

"I've got a lot on my mind… " Amber said defensively. "But it's also been soooo long! We've been driving for half an hour and we still have an hour left to go."

She flicked on the radio in an attempt to find something to occupy her busy mind but was met with static. Jack chuckled and kept staring straight ahead.

They continued in silence for the next few minutes before Amber broke it for a second time.

"I saw you talking to Vanessa in the car park," she noted.

"Who?" asked Jack in what he hoped was a well concealed lie.

"Vanessa. The only other woman at the gym you could possibly be talking to," she replied flatly.

Not well concealed enough, he thought.

"Oh, Vanessa," he said in faux realization. "Goth chick."

"Yeah, what were you talking about?"

"Not much. I asked her about her job. How it was going with her client," he shrugged.

What's he hiding? thought Amber.

She knew Jack was withholding something, but didn't know how to proceed to get information from him. She thought for a few moments before breaking the silence again.

"I was talking to her at the squat rack for a while."

"Right," replied Jack in an uninterested tone.

"For a while, I thought I would bring her into the sauna…"

"Really? What stopped you?" he asked with genuine curiosity.

Yes! thought Amber. Now he's interested.

"Emmmm, she felt my plug while assisting me… It was an awkward exchange… " Amber trailed off.

"Ha ha!" Jack laughed deeply. "So then you got stuck with Petite-Plums?"

"No, it was Big-Cherries, wasn't it?" Amber joined in the laughter.

"Nooooo, Big-Berries!" he laughed. "That was it! What a strange man."

"Well, yeah. I suppose I did get stuck with him after Vanessa ran away scared. What would have happened if I brought her?" she asked.

"Don't know," shrugged Jack again. "You didn't bring her in, so we'll never know… Do you regret what we did with Eggy-Balls?"

"No… " contemplated Amber. "It was hot. Doing that in public… and I really enjoyed teasing him."

"I noticed," Jack agreed. "I also noticed you with the pizza boy last night. What happened there?"

How has he twisted the interrogation back onto me? Amber went silent and didn't reply.

"It seems like you get a kick out of teasing men, is that right?"

Amber remained silent.

"You tease your husband a lot. What's going on there?"

She broke her silence to reply with a slow, "I don't know…"

Then Amber contemplated the question seriously.

What did happen? I really enjoy teasing Bill but that's because he asks me to do it. Am I getting a kick out of it because I like seeing him get a kick out of it? But that doesn't explain why I liked to tease David, or the pizza boy, or Jason, or… Jack…

"I guess I do get a kick out of teasing men," she ended simply.

"Do you think it's a seduction thing, you enjoy enticing them?"

No, that doesn't feel right, she thought.

"Kinda?" she replied.

"Is it the reaction they give. You enjoy seeing their lust?"

Closer but not quite it, she thought.

"Maybe?" Amber replied.

"Do you think it's a power thing?" asked Jack

Bingo.

"No, probably not," she said.

Jack didn't force the issue, but he could tell that he wasn't the only one who wasn't being totally honest. He continued to speak.

"I was serious about what I said last night. This week could be a time of discovery for you. It's clear you can be submissive -everything we've done up to now proves that. But it's clear you haven't explored all your kinks with your husband…"

Amber didn't respond but pondered this thought for a while as they continued to drive.

What else was Jack planning? Amber wondered. What else could they do? Sure, she enjoyed teasing other people but how could that continue for the next three days? Would they go to every gym within a two hour drive?

*****

Silence remained in the car for a few more minutes before Jack heard Amber sigh. Boredom had returned to her. He knew she had been on the edge all morning, probably since he woke her up at 7 o'clock. The gym workout can't have helped and the blowjob in the sauna was certainly pleasurable for Jack -but Amber received no release.

This thought gave Jack an idea. He slowed down the car to 50 miles per hour.

Amber noticed.

"Don't slow down!" she wined. "It'll take us even longer."

Jack looked at her and gave an evil smile. He reach for the gear stick and went up a gear. The engine started to rumble.

"Thank you," said Amber, expecting the car to speed up -but it didn't. He slowed down further, now they were doing 40. Amber felt the vibrations from her seat acutely in the butt-plug.

Hey baby, it seemed to taunt her. I'm still here, don't forget me.

"Don't you know how to drive stick, Jackie?" Amber teased, the sensation in her ass giving her a slight tingle.

Jack continued his evil smile and changed gear again, up one more. The rumbling became much worse.

"Jack, what are you doing?" yelled Amber in desperation. The vibrations were becoming violent now and the noise of the engine as loud as her voice.

"You're going to stall, Jack!" she cried as the car slowed down even more. The vibrations had stabilized now and Amber felt a consistent quivering in her ass. She writhed around on her seat, trying to find any position that would stop the plug from producing its intense, but terribly pleasurable tremble.

She couldn't find one, so resorted to holding her ass and thighs above the seat. Performing a reverse plank on the car floor. It was tricky as she couldn't properly engage her core without squeezing the plug even more.

Amber felt like her skin was on fire. The whole morning had been one long tease: the infuriating wake-up call from Jack, the pleasurable torture during her work-out, the heat and teasing in the sauna.

Jack saw the new position Amber had adopted and the desperation on her face. He let her remain there for a minute until he saw sweat forming on her chest at the effort of holding herself in place. He knew what to do.

He reached his hand to put in on her exposed thigh.

Electricity exploded from the spot he touch. Amber shook and tremorred from the moment Jack made contact with her. She lost her footing and fell hard on the seat.

"Oh fuuuuuuck!" she cried out.

The plug pushed deeper into her ass and seemed to scream at her, I'm still here! Get ready, butt-slut!

Then the vibrations took over again exactly where they left off.

"Does that feel good, slut?" Jack egged her on.

"Yessssssss, more!" Amber cried out.

"You want harder vibrations, do you slut?"

"Yessssss, pleeeeeeease! I didn't know it could feeeeeeel sooooooo goooooood!"

"What are you?" asked Jack as he eased his foot on the accelerator to intensify the vibrations.

"What?" asked Amber, a mess of confusion and pleasure.

"I asked you what you are! What are you this week?" He demanded.

Amber realized what was going on and moaned, "I'm a sluuuuuuuuuut".

"Why are you here?" Jack let up his foot on the accelerator slightly more.

"Pleeeeeease, daddyyyyyy! I'm here to submit!"

"What do you do?" Jack held pace

"Fuck, please daddy!" she cried in desperation.

"What do you do!?" Jack repeated more forcefully

"Ahhh!" cried Amber. "I worship COOOOOOOOCK!"

On the last word, Jack changed gear down and slammed the accelerator. The engine roared its approval at Jack's push and vibrated at its most violent pace yet.

"AHHHHHH! FUUUUUUUCK!" Amber exclaimed.

It was too much for her. The extreme vibrations, the deafening roar of the engine, and the extreme acceleration that forced her back into the seat. They combined to push her over the edge.

"OHHHHHHH! FUUUUUUCK! MY FUCKING ASSSSSHOOOOOOLE"

It seamed like all the teasing of the day culminated in this one moment.

"FUUUUUUUUCK! I'MMMMM CUUUUUMMMMMMIIIIINNNNGGGGG!" Amber screamed as the pleasure hit its peak.

Jack kept his foot slammed to the floor building up to an extreme pace, they were well past the 60 mile an hour speed limit. The dashboard read 80. He continued pushing the car's engine.

"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! FUUUUUUuuuuuuuck… " Amber trailed off at the end and lay slumped in her seat as the pleasure left her body.

The peak was over but small aftershocks and tremors kept her reminded of what she had just experienced.

"Wooooow," breathed out Jack as he eased up on the accelerator and returned to a normal pace.

"You weren't even touching yourself. Did you realize that, Amber?"

Silence.

"Amber?"

Jack looked over at her and saw that she had fallen into a deep sleep. He chuckled to himself as he took out his phone and resumed the true crime podcast he started on his last trip to the gym.

Neither Jack nor Amber would be bored for the rest of the journey.

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ

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 Subtitle:Neighbour Chronicles Resumed Ch. 15
 Category:Loving Wives
      URL:http://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/comments/1fwqf5p/neighbor_chronicles_resumed_ch_151/
Published:2024-10-05
Overture A

The evening of Friday, 23rd -The day of the anniversary

Silence.

Bill had made his decision and would now have to live in it. He would sit on his couch and wait for the show to start. He didn't really believe that a DVD could be programmed the way Amber described-but he couldn't take the risk if it meant missing out on the show. He didn't even dare pause or fast forward. The stakes were too high.

He remained quiet and waited.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

Was that just the blood in my ears? Bill thought. Or was it noise from next door. Have Jack and Amber started?

He noticed how alert he felt. He heard the wind outside, but the trees were still and calm. Was that the noise of an owl? He had never, in five years of living in this house, ever heard an owl before.

But one thing he did not hear was the TV -the screen was black and the speakers were…

…silent.

Bill had to wait.

Eventually, the image faded in.

*****

The scene was familiar to Bill -it showed the view he currently had. The camera was in his living room and shot from the couch but there were two differences.

The TV showed a football game rather than the erotic display his wife was putting on for him. And the armchair in was not empty -it was occupied by a naked Jack. In front of him was Amber, on her knees, wearing a set of lingerie he had never seen.

When did this happen? thought Bill.

He studied Amber's body, searching for a clue as to when they could have taken this video. She looked really good. Her hair was in a loose bun except for a few strands at the front. Her makeup was excellent, smokey eyes and the same burgundy lipstick she had just greeted him in. She also seemed to glitter. She wore more rings than was usual for her and a silver choker shined at her throat.

But there was something wrong. The closer he looked at her hair, the more he notices strands astray over her hairline. And her makeup showed signs of decay -the eye shadow appeared to have run slightly and her lipstick was subtly smeared at her upper lip.

He then looked at the match on the screen behind Amber, trying to figure out a timeline for the event. He looked at the score in the upper left corner and read the team names at which point his heart sank…

…Falcons and Patriots.

"Well Bill, I thought it might be fun to re-imagine some history," came Jack's voice through the speakers. "I'm interested in the night of the Superbowl. I suppose you too might have wondered over the past few weeks: what could have happened if the Falcons won?"

Bill swallowed. He had often thought about what might have been…

"But we have a problem: you aren't here. Don't worry! That's why I'm sitting in your chair -I can step in and play your part."

Jack lifted his hand to grab hold of Amber's hair.

"Well, Amber? What d'you think? Could I play Bill? Are there any differences?"

YANK.

He gripped tightly on her hair and jerked her head back so she looked up at him.

Amber smiled. "There is one pretty big difference, Jack… but I don't think it should be a problem."

"Ha ha," he chucked. "Good. Now tell me, what did you have planned that night? You came down in some jaw dropping lingerie and you were made-up to the nines. What were you going to do if the Falcons won?"

Bill swallowed again and words from that night echoed back to him…

…how would you feel if we gave Jack a full show when he loses?

"We were going to make you watch us fuck," came Amber's voice from the TV.

"Mmmmmm," replied Jack. "That tracks about right. But it didn't play out that way -what happened instead?"

"I think you know, daddy… " Amber said breathily.

JERK.

"I want to hear you say it," he insisted cruelly while tugging on Amber's hair.

"You fucked me, Jack. You fucked me so well in front of my husband. You fucked me so well I lost track of time. You fucked me better than I thought possible…"

Jack smiled down at Amber and possessively stroked her lips with his thumb. "Good slut," he praised her. "But the whole night would have started with a blowjob, so get to it." He then leaned back into Bill's armchair and Amber leaned forward into his lap.

As soon at the head of Jack's cock made contact with Amber's lips, a smile started to form on her face. She was really enjoying this. Bill could tell she was slightly tense from the way her hands fidgeted with her knees but once she had Jack's cock in her mouth, it was like a switch was flipped and her body calmed down.

Amber's shoulders relaxed, her back seemed to loosen and arch slightly more, but the most striking change was the smile etched across her face. She was happy doing this. Happy sitting at Jack's feet pleasuring him.

"Ughhhhhhh," sighed Jack. "Fuck you Tom Brady."

The taunt stung in Bill's ears but not as much as the giggle Amber gave and her quick reply, "No, daddy. Thank you Tom Brady…"

Jack leaned back as the screen faded to black.

*****

Bill continued to stare at the blank screen.

What was going to happen next? he thought in mild panic. What would have happened next on that night? It wouldn't have ended with a blowjob?

They were going to have sex and Bill expected Amber to lay the teasing on thick. She looked so good and put so much effort into her appearance that he expected a real show. Amber had always gone the extra mile for any project she undertook -the video in front of him was a great example.

What else happens?

The image began to fade in again. It was the same scene but this time Amber was on her feet facing away from Jack. Her knees were bent, her back was arched and her ass was stuck in his lap -she was riding Jack.

"Ooooooo, fuck that feels gooooooood, daddy," she moaned to the ceiling.

Jack's hands were on her hips and he was gripping tight. Bill could see the effort he was going into to help lift her up and pull her back down at the exact pace he wanted.

"Keep working, slut," he growled quietly. "We're nearly there."

Bill looked at the score on the screen to get an idea of how much time had passed. The previous score was 28-10, which put the match at the start of final quarter. Now the score read 28-28, which meant the match was in overtime.

"Fuuuuck!" he exclaimed more loudly. "You've got good at riding me, slut."

"Ha ha ha!" Amber laughed in response. "I got lots of practice the last few days…"

So this was already a few days into the week! realized Bill. The week started on Thursday, when Amber had her "workshop". So this must have been the weekend but I was here every day and there-wait… not on Saturday… On Saturday, I went into the office all afternoon and evening…

"Mmmmmmmm, your cock feels sooooooooo goooooood!" squealed Amber. "What happens at full time, daddy?"

"Well, if the Falcons won, you were going to give your husband a blowjob, right?"

"Yesssss, daddy…"

"And how would that blowjob have ended?"

"Ohhhh, I don't know…"

SLAP.

Jack's palm made a loud crack Amber's ass.

"I think you do, slut!"

Jack then began to pull her into his lap at a faster pace.

"Eeeeeee, ahhhhhhh," Amber moaned in response.

"What would a good, loyal housewife do for her husband, mmmmmm?" Jack asked. "What would have been his prize?"

"Ooooooo, fuuuuuuuck, Jack!" Amber coed. "I would have swallowed his cum."

"I guess we have our answer, DON'T WE SLUT?"

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

Jack accented the last the words of his sentence with a series of slaps. Amber just laughed.

Jesus, he's being rough… thought Bill.

Jack's grip on Amber was tight. There were deep indentations on Amber's hips where his fingers dug in. Her back and neck seems to jerk in response to his quick changes in direction every time he went from pushing to pulling and from pulling to pushing. Amber's hair had strands flying wild despite the neatness of her bun.

Throughout the entire video was a steady, CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

Each time Amber's ass made contact with Jack's hips, there seemed to be a ricochet around the room and in Bill's ears. All the time Amber moaned and bounced as Jack continued thrusting.

"Fuck! Okay," Jack started seriously, "as soon at Tom Brady gets the ball, I want you down on your knees with my cock in your throat. Got it, Amber?"

"Yes daddy," she replied in a haze of pleasure.

"What do you want?" Jack asked.

"I want your cum, Jack!" She cried in response. "I want to give you what my husband should have been getting for months!"

"That's right slut!"

Jack picked up the pace even more. He was thrusting so fast into Amber now that Bill could see the chair starting to move on the floor.

SLAP.

Jack slapped Amber again and asked, "Who are you?"

"Ahhhhhhh," moaned Amber. "I'm a sluuuuuut!"

"Why are you here?" he continued.

"I'm here to submit!" she cried in response.

"What do you do?"

"I worship coooock!"

"Go-time, bitch!"

Just then, the ball was put into Tom Brady's hands.

SLAP. SLAP.

Jack gave Amber two slaps on her ass. Amber fell to her knees and flew into action. Her mouth went wide open and Jack's cock went straight in. She immediately went half way down Jack's length, trying to coax the cum out of his balls, willing it into her throat.

"FUUUUUUCK!" roared Jack. "HERE IT COMES, AMBER!"

Amber continued her furious pace, descending even deeper along Jack's cock.

"FUUUUUUUCK!" yelled Jack, as Tom Brady crossed into the end zone. Jack took a fistful of Amber bun and forced her head into his crotch until her nose made contact with his stomach.

Amber made a retching noise and her back arched then hunched involuntarily as Jack's hips thrust subtly into her face. His cum pumping deep down Amber's throat.

"UGHHHHHHHH… " Jack let out one final groan as he collapsed back into Bill's favorite armchair.

Amber lifted her head from Jack's lap and swallowed.

"Hhhhhh," she let out a long breath and turned towards the camera. She stuck her tongue out and winked before saying, "thank god for Tom Brady…"

*****

Bill sat motionless looking at the screen.

That can't be it, can it? he thought.

It was pretty humiliating to have Jack fuck Amber in his armchair. Jack was more rough with her than at any point on the DVD. What else had they got up to? She left during the day on Thursday and returned very late the next Tuesday. Bill had been flat out at work on the Wednesday and yesterday to get the project over the line and Amber had left early both of those mornings.

Just as Bill was starting to get a handle on each of their timelines over the past week, an image fade in on the TV screen. The view was their dining room and on the table was… Amber.

Bill had a view from the side of the table, so that the head and the foot were on either side of the screen. Amber was wearing the same lingerie as the previous scene and lay on her back with her hips dangling over the end of the table. Her legs raised to her chest.

Amber looked sexier than Bill had ever seen her.

The blue lingerie screamed luxury and stood out better in the light of the dining room. The stockings were slightly transparent and the suspenders perfectly cinched her waists. The panties, if they ever existed, were missing.

Jack sat at the head of the table holding Amber's thighs in place. He was looking straight at the camera.

"Is this wear you normally sit, buddy?" a naked Jack asked the camera.

Fuck, thought Bill. That's the head of the table. My seat.

"I realized you never invited me over for dinner. Even after all the attention I've been giving your wife!"

SLAP.

He slap Amber's playfully on the top of her thigh.

"Don't worry about being polite, I've just invited myself over for dinner. You won't have to make anything fancy either -I have a special meal prepared right here…"

Jack moved his head between Amber's legs.

"Ahhhhhhh, Jaaaaaack. That's nicccccce," coed Amber.

She reached down and started stroking the few remaining hairs on Jack's head.

"I invited him over, Bill, and the special meal he's getting… Fuuuuuck… it'll make up for you being ruuuuude… Ohhhhhh, you're so good at eating me out, daddy… " she moaned.

Jack paused his efforts to look up at her and ask, "better than your husband?"

"Mmmmmmm, yes and no…"

SLAP.

Jack slapped Amber's thigh again, this time with more force.

"Tell me, slut," he commanded firmly.

"Mmmmmm, well. Bill is gentle and focuses on my clit. It always feels good and he always takes his time. Ahhhhhhh," Amber ended on a long moan at Jack's attention between her legs.

"And me?" he prompted

"Mmmmmm, you're like a man possessed and want to lick every inch of me. Ooooooo, fuuuuuuck… It's really sexy. It makes me feel like a piece of meat being devoured."

SLAP.

"Fuck, Amber. Who wouldn't go crazy for a meal like this?"

SLAP. SLAP.

"He he he-aaaaaahhhhhh," Amber's giggle turned into a deep moan. Jack's face was buried between her legs and the grip he had on her thighs was tight.

"Oooooo… Sorry Bill, eating me out on the dinning table… Ooooo-aaahhhhh… that's another thing we haven't done… ahhhhhh… but you know Jack… he just takes what he wants… " trailed off Amber.

"Now time for desert… " Jack said before slowly pushing into Amber's thighs and lifting her hips off the surface of the table. His head remained in the same position but his movements became more frantic.

"Ohhhhhh… Fuck. Do you know what he's doing, Bill?"

Amber let go of Jack's head and raised her hands to feel her breasts.

"Ahhhhhh… Hehehe… Jaaaaack… showing my husband another thing he hasn't done?"

Jack didn't respond, his attention remained wholly focused on Amber.

"Ohhhhhhh… I can't believe how gooooooood that feels…"

More silence from Jack but his head started to move more vigorously back and forth.

"Ooooo!" squealed Amber in surprised. "You haven't gone… Eeeeee!… that far before… Ha ha ha… Your tongue-FUCK-His tongue is deeeep inside my ass, Bill!"

Fuck, that looks hot… Bill had seen Jack touch Amber's ass and lick it before but she had always shooed him away or put up some resistance. Jealousy and arousal swirled inside Bill in equal measure while Amber continued to moan and laugh in succession.

God, I want to be Jack right now

Amber's laughing had abated while her moans became louder and louder. "Thank you, daddy, thank you, thank you!" she urged Jack. "Ahhhhhh… I never would have known how good this could feel if it weren't for you! Oooooooo, FUUUUUCK!"

Amber's legs began to tremor.

"Ohhhhhh, I'm sooooo close!" she cried

Upon hearing that, Jack raised his head from Amber's crotch and slapped her upper thigh forcefully.

SLAP.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"What!"!" Oh fuck, JACK! Please, please, please! I'm a slut!" Amber cried.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here to SUBMIT!"

"What do you do?"

"I WORSHIP COCK!"

On the last word, Jack dove into Amber and continued furiously licking her asshole.

"AHHHHHHH!" Amber screamed as she moved her hand to rub her clit. Her head jerked up pulling her into a sit-up position.

"FUCK-Keep going, please! I'm going to fucking cum if you JUST KEEP GOING!"

Her legs were shaking violently now.

"Ohhhh, FUCK! BILL! He's eating me out so good on our dinning room table!"

Her toes curled and relaxed in rapid succession.

"He's in your seat-FUCK! Ahhhhhh, keep going, keep going! JAAAAACK, KEEP GOOOOOIIIIIINGGGG!"

Amber's eyes were shut tight. Her face was screwed up in concentration. Willing into existence the orgasm that was climaxing.

"FUUUUUCK! BILL, HE'S MAKING ME CUM! HE'S IN MY ASSHOLE AND HE'S MAKING ME CUM! AHHHHHH!"

Amber's hand continued to rub her clit as the wave of pleasure blasted through her. The mixture of teasing Bill by doing something he had never experience with Jack and the raw taboo of knowing where Jack had lodged his tongue amplified the pleasure.

"I'M CUMMING! FUCK THAT FEELS GOOD IN MY ASSHOLE! EEEEEEEEE!"

The screen faded to black and Amber's screams faded to silence.

*****

Okay, that's the most fun ANYONE has had with Amber's asshole.

Bill stared at the screen, the image of Amber's body lying on their dining room table was burned into his mind. He closed his eyes for a moment and could see Amber writhing as Jack penetrated her sensitive entrance.

Okay, Bill thought, Jack is going to fuck Amber in the ass. He's going to take her anal virginity.

Questions raced through Bill's mind: How did he convince her? Will she be able for it? When is he going to do it?

At that, Bill remembered that his wife was currently in the next house over -doing who knows what?

Are they doing it now?

Bill's train of thought was halted by sound coming from the TV. It was a conversation between Amber and Jack, but the screen remained blank

"Down. On your knees, kneel down."

"What, like this?"

"No, not on your heels. All the way down, so your ass touches the ground."

"Oh, this?"

"Exactly, stay right there."

"Yes, daddy."

"Remember what we did this morning?"

"Which part?"

"The new part, obviously…"

"Mmmhmm, I remember…"

"We're going to do that again."

"Here!"!?"

"Yes, where better?"

"Fuck… I don't-"

"What do you do?"

"… I submit."

-----

The evening of Friday, 14th -7 days before the anniversary

"Nice outfit, slut! It really matches the blindfold"

Amber entered the living room from the landing, wobbling as she walked. Her position on the landing usually afforded an excellent view. From up high, she should have been able to see the entire room and might get a clue as to what was in store.

But this evening, Amber wore a blindfold. It didn't matter where she stood, she was in the dark. Her balance was thrown off and nerves shot through her limbs.

What had Jack planned for tonight? she wondered.

After they returned from the gym in the afternoon, all the instruction she received was to dress wearing this blindfold and exit her room at 7 o'clock.

Amber had never liked surprises. She had always felt uneasy when a friend or Bill had taken her for a surprise evening or given her a surprise present for her birthday. The uncertainty and unknown scared her. This week was also exacerbating that fear.

She tried to chill out with a bath but her mind was still racing after their excursion and all the questions Jack had put to her. She tried to sleep and and eventually succeeded while thinking about what outfit would work with the blindfold.

She found the perfect one -black string lingerie. It was hard to get into because of all the strands of lace that stuck the bra and bottoms together but was worth the effort. Once on, it would not come off without considerable untangling and fit to her body properly, it gave the illusion of her being bound up.

Her blindfold was a simple black piece of cloth across her eyes and tied at the back of her head. She wanted to look coordinated and deliberately chose black lingerie to match the blindfold she had been given.

She opted for simple make-up tonight as a good portion of her face would be covered. Foundation and eyeliner, just in case her blindfold was removed. But most of her focus was on her lips, using burgundy lipstick. Since the blindfold would keep her hair stuck to her head, she leaned into this obstacle by straightening her hair, combing it fully back and adding some gel to give it a subtle wet-look, as if she had just risen out of the water and her hair remain stuck to her skull.

"That outfit looks sexy," Jack praised.

Amber smiled at his compliment. She felt dangerous despite he lack of power.

Without the ability to see she had to rely on her hands to guide her along the rail and her memory to help her down the stairs. She managed the first step after tentatively lowering her foot down until it made contact with the ground. After the first one the rest were straightforward. She opted to go barefoot and was glad of this decision, heels would have been too much given how unstable she already was.

"Good job, slut," Jack mused. "I expected you to stumble on the stair. Now," he grabbed her arm, "you'll come with me to the center of the room for tonight's activity."

Jack held her elbow and brought her to the center of the room. He wasn't rough but was certainly firm when guiding Amber. It was one of the few times she wholeheartedly appreciated his forcefulness.

With Jack's help, Amber didn't have to focus so hard on movement. She let her other sense flood her attention. As they moved further into the room she noticed a new smell. It was a pleasant, floral smell, and it seemed oddly familiar but she couldn't place it.

When they made it to the the rug in the middle of the room, Jack stopped and began to feel Amber's body.

He stood in front of her as he placed his hands on her breasts and stroked them. He slowly brought his rough palms down to her front and around her waist. He gripped either side and used his thumbs to push into her stomach, testing how firm it was. Amber felt like she was being inspected. She couldn't tell where Jack was looking, she could only fell where his hands grabbed and groped.

All the while, Jack let out a quiet mutter of compliments.

"Fuck, that's a stomach..."

"Jesus, your waist is so slim!"

"You smell so good..."

Then his hands went in different directions. One slipped round her side and down to her ass where he began to squeeze and tug at her generous flesh. The other went to her stomach and remained flat against her skin, fingers pointing down.

"I hope you really thought about what I said today," he whispered. "This week of submission is also a time of discovery for you. How far can you push your boundaries? What acts are you capable of enjoying?"

SLAP.

He gave her ass a hard slap.

The hand on Amber's stomach started to descend as Jack asked her, "Who are you?"

"I'm a slut," she breathed out quietly, certain where this part of the speech was going and certain of where Jack's hand would end.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here to submit."

"What do you do?"

"I worship cock."

Just as she finished the final reply in her mantra, Jack's hand reached her clit and slowly started to massage it. Amber let out a loud moan of relief at the feeling of pleasure.

Then she heard a soft giggle.

"But there also might be simpler pleasures that you've never thought to try," Jack continued, grabbing her attention once more. "Not kinks, nothing taboo, just opportunities you've never considered taking. This is one of those opportunities." He stopped playing with her clit and squeezing her ass when he finished the sentence.

"Kneel," he commanded, his voice now returned to full volume. Amber obeyed.

"You might be surprised to know that we have a guest. You will not meet them this evening. But you might have met them before..."

From the floral smell and high pitched giggle, Amber deduced that their guest was a woman.

"She will be our assistant for this evening."

What does that mean? wondered Amber.

"We're going to put a series of things in your mouth that you have to identify. The first few will be familiar but the rest will be entirely new. You can smell them, lick them, or suck them. You cannot touch them with anything but your lips. Understand?"

"Yes," Amber replied.

What is about to happen? Who is our guest? What is going on?

"First object," declared Jack.

Amber opened her mouth wide and sensed something in front of her face. Anticipation at what was about to happen had heightened all her senses. She felt warmth from the object as it approached her. Just then, something touched her tongue. It felt cold. It felt like skin. She moved her tongue around the object. On it, there was something as smooth as glass. It covered most of the top and stuck out over the front slightly. Then it hit her, A nail!

Amber released the object from her mouth and cried, "a finger!"

"Who's finger?" Jack then asked.

"Your's, daddy," came Amber's reply.

"Well done!" replied Jack. "If you guess the next one, you'll get a prize..."

Amber opened her mouth wide and felt something large and warm enter. She recognized the feel of skin again and tasted salty wetness as soon as her mouth closed. The object moved deeper into her mouth and she felt a ridge around her lips. The thing was about the same size as Jack's cock and...

...it was Jack's cock.

Amber relished in sucking it for a moment before removing it.

POP.

"Your cock," she announced.

"Good slut," Jack replied. "Open up, here comes your prize."

"Hmmmmmm," Amber let out a sigh as she opened her mouth to accept Jack's cock again. She moved her hands to the ground and sunk her hips down to touch the soft rug.

Sucking Jack's cock, she thought. Is it a prize? At least I know what I'm doing...

Amber appreciated the familiar feeling of Jack's cock in her mouth. Blowjobs were now a well-practiced activity and she felt confident giving them to Jack. Everything else that had happened was filled with the taint of uncertainty and anticipation. But for this moment she could relax and do what she knew how to do

The certainty was short-lived.

Amber felt a presence behind her. Their guest had moved and was starting to feel Amber's body like Jack had done a moments before. Whereas Jack's hands were coarse, their guest's were smooth. When Jack had been rough with Amber, their guest was gentle. If Jack had been quick to move his hands to feel Amber's sensitive parts, their guest took her time.

Amber melted into the position with two conflicting emotions: safety and uncertainty. She did feel safe in their guest's hands who's movements were tender and clearly communicated care. But she couldn't relax properly without any idea to whom those hands belonged.

Just when their guest's hands started to feel around Amber's clit, Jack called a halt, "okay, time to move you to the couch, Amber."

Jack's hands grabbed her shoulders and pushed her in the direction of the couch. Amber crawled forward until she was stopped by their guest.

"Okay," said Jack once she had come to a stop. "Next object."

Amber didn't feel warmth from the next object but she sensed something large close to her face. The thing that touched her tongue felt cold. She recognized skin but it was rough. Licking around the object, she again found something smooth covering the top. The smooth part stuck out with a cracked and sharp edge. Then she realized it was a nail again... but not from a finger.

"Fuck, Jack!" Amber cried as she spat it out of her mouth. "Is that your toe?!?! That's disgusting!"

Jack laughed in response.

SLAP. SLAP.

Two firm slaps met Amber's outcry. They weren't the same as Jack's forceful smack that pushed her forward with the momentum of his arm. No. They were sharp and focused. Amber felt a sting and the scrape of nails at the end of the strike.

"Eeeee! Hsssss..." Amber let out a shriek and sharp intake of breath at the pain of the smarting on her skin.

Our guest must have slapped me...

"Ha ha," Jack finished laughing. Amber heard the grin through his next words, "be open minded, slut! This time last year, you hadn't even sucked your husband's cock. Would you have predicted how much you enjoy sucking your neighbor's that long ago?"

Amber heard the creek of the sofa as Jack rose to his feet.

"The next three objects will definitely be new..."

Amber heard the creek of the sofa again. This time, the sound wasn't as severe. The sofa was bearing a lighter weight and didn't have to sag down as far.

I'm kneeling in front of our guest...

Amber opened her mouth as the first new object entered. The first thing she felt was a sharp edge on the center of her tongue. She followed one edge around until her tongue was met with skin. From there, the object was easy to recognize. She sucked on it for a moments before announcing her guess,

"Our guest's finger."

"Exactly, slut." Amber heard Jack's voice behind her and felt his hands begin to stroke her ass and lower back. She tried to relax into the sensation but was jerked quickly out when he announced, "Next object!"

Amber felt the same familiar feeling of skin touch her tongue. She licked all around the wide soft object. She quickly knew what this one was:

"Our guest's toe."

Amber was less disgusted by licking their guest's toe than Jack's and she wasn't sure why. The soft skin made the experience more pleasant. Amber could tell that their guest had varnish on the nail and imagined her being delicate feminine. That was much more appealing than Jack's gross feet...

"Right you are," came Jack's voice. His hands moved lower to tease Amber between her legs. He nudge her butt plug and brush his thumb against Amber's clit but did not focus his full attention on it. "Last one, open wide this time..."

Amber opened her mouth and waited. Their guest spent a moment adjusting and moving on the couch before anything touched Amber's tongue. Then Amber felt very soft and warm skin indeed. She pushed her tongue forward to probe the object. It didn't put up any resistance.

That's new.

Toes and fingers felt tense against Amber's tongue with bone just below the skin. Even Jack's cock held some firmness but this new thing was soft and without shape.

Amber instead explored the surface of the object. It was large and felt uniform in every direction. An inch to the right, an inch below -it made no difference. Amber's exploration went back on herself to the left when suddenly-

That's different...

Amber felt an uneven portion of skin with slight bumps along the surface. Then she felt a large firm outcrop. She licked around the small bump until she had an idea of size -it was less than an inch around and sticking out.

What could it be?

Amber changed tack and sucked on in.

"Mmmmmm," came a high pitched moan above Amber.

Oh my god...

Amber halted her sucking immediately to make her guess, "our guest's BREAST?!?!"

"Keep going slut, our guest is having a nice time."

Amber didn't know what to do. She was totally frozen. She had never kissed a woman before, let alone been this intimate with one. Amber had never played with her own sexuality -it was simply something she had never considered. She didn't have any gay friends growing up so it wasn't something she ever thought about. After meeting Bill, the opportunity to discover or experiment was closed...

... but has Jack just opened a new door?

Bill had joked in the past about having a threesome but Amber had shut it down and they had never had one -well, not with another woman.

Is this another first that Jack is going to take?

"Well," Jack interrupted Amber's thoughts. "Our guest is waiting."

Amber went with the theme of the evening. She pursed her lips and started kissing their guest's breast.

Fear, worry, and shock had numbed Amber's conscious mind and left only a desire to break another taboo and do something sexual. Their guest's breasts were soft and warm. Amber felt hands gently cup the back of her head and pull her deeper into the kissing.

Fuck, this feels nice...

It wasn't the same as sucking Jack's cock. She didn't feel the need to show off or do something outrageous or sexy. It was just nice kneeling, with her head in kind hands, while kissing soft skin.

"Mmmmmm,"came a high pitched moan above Amber.

"Shh!" came Jack's sharp demand for quiet.

SLAP. SLAP.

This time, Amber didn't feel the sting of Jack's palm. Those slaps were for someone else.

He must not want me to recognize that voice, Amber realized.

Amber's kissing changed into licking and sucking. She switched and gave attention to their guest's other breast. But Jack cut in.

"Good job, Amber. It looks like you enjoyed that..."

Amber just moaned and nodded, looking in the direction of Jack's voice.

"Now it's time to suck on something else," he added.

Amber then heard movement. Their guest rose and moved aside while Jack took her place back on the couch.

"Time to kiss and lick here again, slut."

Amber felt the same gentle hands on her head pushing forward. She felt the warmth of Jack's thighs on her cheeks and then the cold skin of Jack's balls on her chin.

"Suck, lick, and kiss here while our guest returns the favor."

Amber obeyed. She began kissing Jack's balls in front of her and tried to think about what just happened.

Do I like women? Am I gay-or at least bi? Why did I just melt into kissing our guest's breasts?

She couldn't dwell on these thoughts for long before she felt a tugging on the butt plug in her ass. Someone was moving the glass around in her asshole. It went from side to side in small, delicate movements.

If Jack's in front of me, it must be our guest.

The slow manipulation of the plug in her ass continued. She felt a gentle force pulling it out, just to the point of slipping, before being released for her asshole to suck back in once again.

Pull out. Suck in.

Their guest was very careful to keep a steady rhythm while playing with Amber's plug. It was helpful, since Amber could anticipate the movements and coordinate her breath with them.

Pull out. Suck in.

Amber continued kissing and licking Jack's balls in front of her as she zoned out to focus on the pleasurable tweaking of the plug.

Pull out. Suck in.

A hand began to caress her lower back.

It was warm and added a gentle pressure to her tense muscles. Amber sighed a long "Ahhhhhh," at the soothing sensation. This hand was small and the skin was soft -it felt comforting in contrast to Jack's large, rough palms.

Pull out. Suck in.

Pull out. Suck in.

Pull out-

Amber anticipated the plug's release back inside her -but it did not come. Instead, she felt the the plug holding still, the widest part stretching the spokes of her asshole. She tried to contract, willing the plug to return to safety inside her. Instead, she felt a strong resistance and her clench achieve nothing but to squeeze hard glass.

"Ahhhhh," she let out a soft moan at the sensation.

Amber tried again.

"Ooooooo," a louder moan followed this failed attempt.

On the third try, their guest pulled another millimeter so that the plug slid slowly out, it's widest part cresting Amber's taught asshole.

POP.

"Ahhhhh," Amber let out a soft moan as the plug was pulled from of her. She had totally stopped kissing and licking Jack's balls now. Her full attention was on her own asshole and the sensation of emptiness after that the plug was gone. The cool air of the room breathed on her exposed skin.

Amber next heard a squirting sound and felt something cool gently stroke her asshole. It moved around the rim, working in more of the wet lube.

Oh my god, that's our guest's finger.

PUSH.

Amber felt a new object enter her ass. It was much smaller than the plug but made up for size by steady pumping in and out. She felt the hard tip of their guest's finger each time it plunged inside her, probing her asshole as far as her knuckle. Then easing out slowly.

Their guest continued to play with Amber's asshole, every now and then squirting more lube and working it in.

PUSH.

PULL.

PUSH.

PULL.

Amber let out regular sighs and moans as the pleasure built. She didn't know how long they were in that position. She lost track of time while focusing on the new sensation.

Eventually, Amber heard footsteps to her left and realized Jack had been missing from in front of her for some time. Jack's footsteps faded away as he exited the room. She knew it was just her and the guest, only the two of them now.

"I need to know who you are," Amber stated.

Silence.

"Please," she repeated. "Jack's gone, he won't know..."

More silence.

"Please!" she begged. "Just tell me and-"

SLAP. SLAP.

"Okay," she pleaded. "I'm sorry, I won't ask again. I just can't believe I'm doing this with a stranger..."

Soft strokes on Amber's ass met this response. Their guest gently stroked the Amber's ass cheeks where the sting was worst.

"Mmmmm," moaned Amber. "Thank you."

There was a short pause in the sensation, then a loud spurt like lotion squeezing from a plastic bottle. The guest's hands returned, this time with an oily balm that soothed the skin on Amber's ass and lower back.

Amber melted into the sensation. She remained on all fours, her hands and elbows on the ground while she was massaged by this woman. Slow strokes crept their way up Amber's back and shoulders where the massage continued.

"Okay, Amber," interrupted Jack. He had returned silently.

The hands halted the massage. Amber sensed movement and heard the creek of the couch once again indicating their guest had sat down.

"There's one more thing you need to try... Our guest has been very helpful this evening, and it's only fair that you thank her properly..."

Where is he going with this?

Gentle hands grabbed Amber's head and pulled her forwards again. These weren't Jack's rough hands, they belonged to their guest. The hands were firm in how they pulled, but were not forceful. A gentle pressure encouraged movement rather than demanding it. Amber was getting close and closer until her chin met with the cushion. At this point her face was directed to the left and she met skin.

Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.

Amber's head moved along upper thigh. Their guest's skin was so smooth and warm.

Kiss. Kiss-

Amber's head was moved to face forward once again. She smelled floral perfume and knew what was in front of her.

Oh my god, that's our guest's pussy.

Amber hesitated.

"Say thank you, slut," Jack commanded. "You might enjoy it..."

Can I do this?

Amber didn't think any more. She just dove in.

She stuck out her tongue and was met with smooth skin. She gave one lick and noticed wetness on the surface. It was a thick viscous fluid flowing over every fold that tasted salty. Amber shivered with delight -she always preferred savory to sweat. She licked a few more times to get accommodated with the new sensation.

"He he, ahhhhh..." came a sigh from above her.

Fuck, did I do that?

Amber continued licking as before and was met with another long moan from their guest, "Ooooooooo..."

Oh my god, I did do that...

Amber continued licking and exploring their guest until she noticed a prominent lump beneath the skin sensitive.

"Eeeeeee!" came the reaction when she probed it.

Oh my god, that's her clit.

Amber continued licking left to right and caused the guest's groans and sighs to turn to extended moans.

"Ohhhhhhh," the voice whined. Amber felt hands on the back of her head pulling her in deeper. These were the same hands that held her head while she licked their guest's breasts but this time they weren't gentle. They pulled her in with force as if begging her to go hard and fast.

Amber redoubled her efforts, salivating over their guest's pussy. She felt frantic. She loved hearing the moans from above her, and knowing that she was the one who caused them.

"Ahhhhhhh," their guest screamed.

Amber felt long nails scratching the sides of her head as the orgasm started.

"Eeeeeeee!" it turned into a high pitched whine.

Amber held a steady pace as her head was pulled in between their guest's legs

"Fuuuuuuuuck, yes!" came the loud screech.

Amber felt vibrations on the couch and the floor as the orgasm reached a peak.

"Eeeeeeeeeee-" the last shriek Amber heard became more and more high pitched until it turned into a high hiss of breath exiting their guest's body.

"Ughhhhhhh..."

The hands holding Amber released.

SLUMP.

Amber fell backwards, exhausted. Her mouth felt stiff and sore at the efforts of her tongue.

What did I just do? wondered Amber. But her thoughts were cut short but the feeling of a rough hand on her arm dragging her up to standing.

"C'mon slut. Our guest needs a moment and then will leave. You did a great job."

*****

An hour or so later, Amber stood in the kitchen looking vacantly out the window. She was just able to see over the fence.

That's my house, she thought, Bill is in there...

Amber leaned over the counter. Her dinner of chicken-pasta remained forgotten below her. She couldn't eat properly after what happened that evening. She couldn't think properly, either.

I could just go home right now... End the anniversary present right here where it became too much...

Was this evening too much? That was the most intimate she had ever been with another woman. Was the woman a complete stranger? Was it someone she knew? Did she really enjoy it?

I certainly did in the moment...

Amber had been raised in a conservative household. It had never slightly occurred to her that she might be bi or gay. She had one or two gay friends since moving closer to the city -but no one close. Her previously strong sense of sexual identity had been rocked by the evening's events.

Jack's words echoed back to her "...a time for discovery."

Did Jack really care about Amber discovering herself? Did he think she might be attracted to women and if so, how could he possibly have deduced that? What game was he playing?

He's trying to freak me out, Amber knew. He's trying to shake me to my core. Mind games and tricks...

A dozen different things had Amber on edge before putting on her blindfold that evening. It was a mark of how strange the week was that questioning her sexual orientation was not at the top of that list. She didn't know how to process what happened. It might be the most consequential thing that her and Jack did but she couldn't begin to unpack it.

Amber tried to stop thinking and took another fork of dinner to her mouth in an attempt to eat.

It was at this point that Jack walked quietly into the room through the door behind her. He silently waited behind her and took in the view that greeted him.

My sexy, married neighbor. Half naked and bent over my kitchen counter -that's a hell of a sight!"

SLAP.

Jack gave her exposed ass a quick, sharp slap. "Good evening!" Jack announced. "Enjoy the yourself?"

Amber didn't bother responding to the slap or to what Jack asked. She just wanted an answer to the question that had been pestering her the entire time she made dinner, "who was that?"

"Who?" said Jack, in a poorly concealed lie.

"The only person I could possibly be talking about?!?" she replied exasperated.

"Oh, the other chick... yeah, just someone I know," he answered in faux realization.

Amber wanted to probe him deeper. "Do I know her?"

Jack considered for a moment before replying evasively, "you've met..."

"Who?" Amber insisted.

"God!" Jack let out, before suddenly grabbing her hair and yanking her head to his face.

CRASH.

Amber's bowl slid of the counter and fell to the floor.

SLAP. SLAP.

Two sharp slaps on either of her ass cheeks echoed in the living room.

"Does it matter?" he snarled into her face. "What do you do this week?"

"I submit," Amber squeaked, true fright in her voice. Jack pause for a moment at this reaction.

That was a bit cruel, he decided.

KISS. KISS.

He gave Amber's forehead two soft kisses and gently stroked the spots on her ass he struck her. "Just turn off your brain this week, Amber," he said softly. "This week is about submitting -how can you submit if you're constantly running circles in your own head? Just relax and let this week wash over you. Trust me to know your boundaries -have I done anything so far that you ultimately didn't enjoy?"

Amber considered for a moment. Did she trust Jack?

No, but also yes.

Amber felt safe with him sometimes but also knew he was dangerous. He had pushed and pushed on the day of the Superbowl and she loved every minute of the subsequent night. During the last few months he had moved them past sexual boundaries she didn't know existed, but each time was hotter than the last.

Maybe Jack does know my limits?

"Okay, Jack," she replied. "Okay, daddy."

Jack chuckled a praise of, "that's my slut," before kissing Amber's lips deeply. She didn't know how to respond and felt overwhelmed by the tender contact. She did the first thing that came into her head, the most natural thing that her body screamed at her to do: she tilted her face to better accept the kiss. She opened her mouth and started probing Jack's kiss with her tongue.

KISS. SMACK. KISS. SMACK.

Their lips battled with passion against each other. Jack kept one hand on the back of Amber's head and the other firmly gripping her ass. Amber, in turn, moved her hands to caress the sides of Jack's face.

KISS. SMACK. KISS. SMACK.

Their kiss continued.

"Mmmmmm," let out Amber and broke away as she felt intensity rush through her whole body.

Jack smiled at her.

"Okay," he said smugly. "I can give you two clues: you two have definitely had a conversation with her and she has phenomenal tits."

"Hhhhhhhh!" gasped Amber. "Stacy!?!?"

-----

Classy

The morning of Saturday, 16th -6 days before the anniversary

GLUP. GLUP. GLUP.

Amber slowly ate her cereal, standing at Jack's kitchen island.

She didn't want to eat anything heavier -not after the events of the previous night. She wondered what Jack had planned for the day while eating her light meal. He had hinted that they would have a full schedule again but Amber failed to imagine what else they could do.

Will we remain in the house and film here? Or will we leave the house and go-where? What more surprises has Jack in mind? Two days... Jesus... it's only been two days and so much has happened...

She thought over everything that had happened since leaving Bill.

The butt plugs didn't come entirely as a shock on Thursday. She had teased Bill about anal for years, and Jack had become more and more bold about feeling Amber's ass after the Superbowl. Anal had always been the pinnacle of taboo in her mind.

Answering the door while half naked, and teasing the pizza delivery boy -she had really enjoyed that. He had utterly melted into obedient dough when she had appeared. She could have done anything with him, how far could I have taken it? she thought

Toying with Jason in the the sauna was also gratifying. She felt good taking out her frustrations on him.

But last night was the most intense.

Who was that last night? How did I let myself go like that?

She still felt uneasy about what transpired. Being put in the dark, literally. Forced to kiss, lick, and suck whatever she was told. The entire time being controlled by Jack, ...and our guest... Who could it have been?

Jack had hinted that it was Stacy but Amber was not so sure.

Would Stacy have agreed to do all that? Why? Did I just ruin our relationship?

It would totally end their friendship, Amber knew. The were always so close and told each other their deepest secrets. Would they even be sexually compatible?

Whoever it was last night, I was certainly compatible with them...

What shocked her about everything was how quickly she followed Jack's orders. How quick she was to suck their guest's breasts, and how eager she was to lick their guest's clit.

Her thoughts were cut short by Jack entering the kitchen. He made a beeline over to Amber to giving her a light spank on the ass through her robe.

SLAP.

"Good MORNING!" Jack half roared, half laughed. "Fuck that's two naked greetings by my sexy neighbor! A sight I'll miss next week. Hope you had a good night's sleep because we have quite the day planned." Jack let his hand rest on Amber's ass.

"What are we going to do?" asked Amber.

Jack slowly started to stroke her while smiling with an evil grin. "We're going to make one video here and another... well... somewhere else..."

"Where are we going? Do I need to pack anything?" Amber asked, panicked.

"Nope, we'll be walking," said Jack with dangerous sweetness before adding casually, "by the way, what lingerie and jewellery did you bring?"

GULP.

Amber swallowed her cereal. "I have some new lingerie that Bill hasn't seen, and a few pieces with me, why?"

"Today I want you looking expensive and classy," he said through an greedy smile. "What did you bring?"

"My wedding and engagement rings," Amber listed off. "A tennis bracelet, some earrings. Ohhhh, and a new necklace..."

"Is that the necklace Bill bought you last month?"

Amber hesitated before replying, "... yes."

"Give that one to me," Jack said, his smile getting wider. "I'll... return it to you this afternoon. I have a necklace for you to wear instead. And a box full of rings so help yourself."

Amber only had a moment to puzzle over this comment before Jack asked, "what color is the lingerie?"

"I have a few different ones."

"Excellent. For the next session I want you to look classy. Pick the poshest set. Do your make-up for the camera and so that Bill will blow his little load. Drink lots of water too, we don't want that mouth going dry."

Amber nodded in response, even more puzzled, and tried to ask, "what will we be-"

"I'm going to have a long bath," Jack interrupted. "The first video will start when I'm out."

He leaned in to Amber's face to give her cheek a quick a kiss before continuing.

"And remember, submit and worship..." He walked out of the room as quickly as he entered.

What's going to happen today? Amber returned to her question. She then thought about the next clue, lots of water... she didn't know what that was about.

Amber thought one last time about the events of the previous night and then decided to put it out of her mind until after next week.

Once identity crisis at a time...

She put her bowl into the dishwasher and went upstairs to get ready.

*****

Amber used the guest bathroom to prepare.

A quick shower and then makeup, she decided.

She looked at herself in the mirror and thought on everything that had happened over the last year. She couldn't explain how she had got to this point. To go from innocent housewife having vanilla sex with her husband, to being a slut at the beck and call of her disgusting neighbor.

Bill and I had a great life! We love each other, we had friends and family, we like our jobs, we own a home, and our sex life was good...

... had our sex life been good?

Looking back to the time before Jack, sex was fine but plain. It was when she discovered Bill's search history that everything became exciting. Passionate sex became a regular feature of their lives once Amber started teasing Bill about his kink. Once their deal with Jack started, everything went into overdrive.

When Amber started going over to Jack's house for their dates and Jack would come to their house for pool days -that was when the real intensity kicked in. As soon as she returned home, Bill was all over her. She egged him on by teasing him and hinting at all the hot things she would like to do with Jack. She thought about the hottest moments...

Her and Bill together watching the recording of her first visit to Jack's house..

The three of them in the hot-tub, Jack coaxing a faux-reluctant Amber into giving him a blowjob in front of her husband.

The first pool-date they had and all the teasing texts she had sent in the lead-up to it -Bill had fucked her harder than ever that day.

Why can't we go back to those time? she thought. A wiser voice in her head answered, ... because the night of the Superbowl happened.

She knew a night like that was inevitable. Jack had wanted to have sex with her since Bill's thirtieth. Bill wanted her to have sex with another man since before even that. And Amber...

... deep down she had always been curious about sex with Jack. She knew she would eventually want to push the envelope that far. She knew blowjobs and pool-dates would run their course. With each new depth Jack encouraged her to descend, she had become more excited. Sex was just the next act on the list.

Desire for sex with Jack's cock was always a subconscious thing in my mind -it had to be, she thought, why else was I so turned on by it? It was sooooo big -I always wondered what pleasure could it provide me.

The first time she went over to Jack's house, they went a little too far. The pussy job was the spark that caused a forest-fire of sexual unfolding. Subconscious desire became neutral curiosity; neutral curiosity became outright lust.

From the day of her husband's thirtieth party, to now had been a series of milestones that pushed her further and further into depravity and submission to Jack. Yet somehow, every step had felt completely natural.

Depravity and submission, Amber laughed to herself.

"Depravity..." she said into the mirror more seriously.

That was what this week was about. Jack's final chance to push Amber's boundaries and show her new depths of sexual depravity.

"Submission..."

But it was also a chance for her to let go, and to fully let Jack into her head and let all of Jack's darkest desires become hers.

"Worship..."

That wasn't a new concept for Amber, especially when it came to Jack's cock.

...And what happens afterwards?

Would Jack hold his word and promise not push Amber to continue their affair? Or would he find a new way to force Amber to remain his slut? Would Amber need Jack's cock to be herself after this week? Would her and Bill need Jack to keep their sex life as exciting?

That last one puzzled Amber a bit -she thought not. David had been a new source of inspiration for them and she knew that made Bill just as horny as the fantasy with Jack. That begged another question...

...Would Bill's opinion of me change after seeing the video?

Amber knew her husband.

He will definitely find this week hot...

*****

Speculating and worrying became too much, so Amber decided to focus on her makeup -she wanted to try something new.

Instead of curling her hair into a voluminous bouncy locks, she went for a loose bun with two strands at her fringe to frame her face. She wasn't sure what Jack had planned but he hinted she would be using her mouth a lot, so Amber decided to keep her hair out of her face. She quickly choose simple eye-shadow and natural lipstick to appear bright and like herself but realized that was too obvious and ordinary for her. She put down her makeup bag and looked back into the mirror.

"Depravity..." she whispered.

She wanted to look amazing for this task.

"Submit. Worship." She next repeated.

"Classy..."

Amber knew which lingerie to pick: the Prussian-blue set. It was a rich color that matched her eyes perfectly. It came with a stockings and suspenders that wrapped around her waist as though tailored to her exact proportions. Gold metal accents held the pieces of silky fabric together. It was her most luxurious set of lingerie and certainly fit Jack's request.

Amber choose burgundy eye-shadow and lipstick to appear darker and more sultry. She never normally went for such dark colors but thought it would look better for the videos if she varied it up a bit. The dark colors also helped her eyes shine from her face.

She had to change her mindset for this week. Each time Jack pushed her boundaries, she had resisted for two reasons: a sense of loyalty to Bill and deeply ingrained shame in her own mind.

But she knew Bill. She new Jack was right: everything she had done up to this point would turn him on immensely. Sure, she had lied to him about the videos they were making but she knew him well enough to know he would enjoy the surprise and having a record of each new first Jack broke.

It was the shame that really held her back.

Every boundary Jack broke down had been done with with slow coaxing and reminding her of Bill's kink. The only reason she overcame her own shame and embarrassment was the thought of how turned on Bill would be seeing her perform a newer, sluttier act.

This week was about getting over that shame.

She looked into the mirror and asked herself, Will I even recognize myself after this week? Am I going too far? Will Bill still love me at the end?

She didn't know the answer to any of these questions but she knew she had to continue, not for Jack or Bill but now it was for her...

Amber next turned to the jewelry box.

The necklace was choker style, perfectly fit for Amber's neck. It was perhaps half an inch thick and covered in white gems in a uniform grid that glittered in the light through the window. Amber picked it up, wrapped it round her neck and inspected herself in the mirror. The choker seemed to elongate her neck even further. She looked, not older, but certainly more mature wearing it.

The drop earrings she chose were her favorite set. They were also a deep rich blue. Amber inherited them from her grandmother and spent hours as a teenager looking into their depth while on her bed listening to music. Whenever she saw herself in them, she lost herself in the rich color.

She also decided to wear her body chain. It was a thin gold strand that wrapped around her waist and sat loosely on her hips. There was something sultry about the item -it was exotic and certainly glamorous, but also seemed to suggest servitude and obedience. She was waiting for a special occasion to wear it and thought today was that moment.

Amber finally turned to the jewellery box Jack had left on her dresser.

Fuck... she thought. He wasn't lying about the rings...

Jack had quite the collection, at least 30. Amber wondered at how he accrued them over the years.

Were they for girlfriends? Did he inherit them?

She dug through the box to find ones that she liked and fit her. They were a diverse collection, mostly silver but some gold. Lots had large jewels.

Amber picked out five. Two were quite large cast silver in the shape of shells that she put on her thumbs. Two more had small a ruby and emerald that she put on her right hand. The final ring was magnificent -it held an enormous diamond. She placed it on the middle finger of her left hand

Fuck that's big, Amber marveled as she stared at the stone glittering in the lights of her vanity mirror. It dwarfed the engagement ring on her neighboring finger.

*****

"Fuck you look good!"

Amber walked into the living room wearing the Prussian-blue lingerie and intimidatingly tall heels -she suspected most of her time would be spent on her knees but wanted to feel powerful for a moment, at least. Her eyes popped out of her face, matching all the blue in her lingerie and earrings. Her full face of makeup might last the morning but she wanted this one shot, at least, for Bill.

She felt beautiful.

She felt sexy.

She felt ready for whatever Jack threw at her.

Jack was sitting down on the couch, looking relax. One arm was spread wide across the back rest and the other held a glass of orange juice with some ice in it that he swigged from. A toweling robe from his bath was still covering his large stomach and legs.

"C'mon, slut! Pull up some grass!" he exclaimed jovially while tossing a large pillow on the ground in front of him.

Shame about the heels, Amber thought, while descending to the ground between Jack's legs.

"Can you guess what we're going to do?" Jack asked smugly, while sipping on his glass of juice.

"Am I going to suck your cock?" Amber asked.

"You might get to..." Jack flung open his towel to reveal his naked lower half. "Remember last night when you were kissing my balls?"

"Yes," Amber answered.

"I think we should focus on that this morning," he responded while spreading his legs to give Amber plenty of room. "I'm nice and clean but my balls could use a polish."

Amber scooted forward and reached out to grab Jack's shaft. He wasn't fully hard but was slowly starting to swell as she touched him. She began to stroke with both her hand for a few moments, marveling at the size of it. She couldn't quite fit her fingers around the shaft to touch her thumb. Both her hands could stack on top of one another and just reach the head.

The extra rings on her hand kept catching her eye. She adjusted her grip to get a good look at the gems shine. The polished silver on her thumbs reflect a distorted Amber back at her -blue earrings and blue lingerie were striking in the image. She seemed to fall into a trance as she took in everything in front of her. The rings looked beautiful especially on her slim hands, and Jack's his cock looked so smooth with soft skin after a bath.

Amber slowly stroked -it was the first moment that weekend she had time to really savor Jack's cock. Her experience being blindfolded made her appreciate the sight of Jack's cock even more, since last night she went on feeling alone. On the first night, she was so desperate to get into the house and finally achieve orgasm, that the blowjob she gave him was just a precursor to sex. Yesterday in the sauna, her attention had been focused on Jason and putting on a show.

This morning was different. This morning Amber took her time.

Her mouth started to water. She didn't think a cock could be so handsome to look at. For her, Jack's was exactly that. It was truly a sight to behold. She leaned over him and let out a drool of saliva to wet his cock.

She continued to stroke, mesmerized by the sight in front of her.

How many times have I sucked this cock? she wondered. 50 times? 100 times?

"Ehhem," Jack broke her trance.

Amber looked up out of her daydream, her jaw slack and her eyes wide.

"You can do more than stare, you know," he prompted.

"What?" Amber asked stupidly.

"I think I told you my balls needed a polish, slut," he suggested.

"Oh." Amber realized she had been in a daze. "Yes, daddy."

"Good slut."

Amber lowered her face to Jack's crotch and took his left ball in her mouth to slowly suck. She continued to stroke his shaft with one had while using the other to hold his right ball up from the bottom. Her face felt the warmth emanating from Jack's crotch. She switch to lick the right and looked up.

Jack's shaft towered over her.

A smile crept across her face and a tingle struck her pussy.

What's wrong with me? wondered Amber. Why does this always turn me on every time?

Amber continued her her work on Jack's cock and balls and let this question float out of her mind.

Does it matter? I should just listen to Jack and let go. Submit. Worship. I'm enjoying myself and that's all that matters.

Amber switch back and forth between each ball before holding on to his shaft again using both hands to stoke him. Every now and then she would kiss her way up Jack's shaft and suck the head while playing with his balls.

Fuck, his shaft is so smooth and his head barely fits in my mouth.

The camera picked up every subtle movement Amber made but she didn't think about it once. She didn't even think about why the cameras were there. It didn't occur to Amber who she was putting on a show for.

I'm so close to Jack's cock, and giving it so much pleasure. I should just be happy I get to experience this and not worry, she thought.

And so it continued.

Amber sucked Jack's cock at the head until eventually she switched and kissed her way down his shaft to dive into his ball to lick every inch of them and suck each one with passion. Once again, she would kiss her way back up Jack's shaft and returned to the head of his cock.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Amber got into a rhythm doing it. She fell into a trance of sucking then licking then sucking then licking.

Jack moaned and praised Amber while she sucked his cock, encouraging her to go deeper and fast.

"Fuck, you love that cock, don't you slut?"

"Bwhaaa! Fuck, your cock is amazing!" Amber replied

"Keep going and you might get a surprise."

"You aren't close!?!? Fuck, daddy, you last so long!"

"Do you think you've earned daddy's cum?"

"Mmmmmmm, probably not yet."

"God, what will your husband think when he see's you worship my ball?"

GLUG. GLUG. GLUG.

Worship, thought Amber. Is that what I'm doing right now? It has become a bit of a ritual, cock then balls then cock then balls. I'm on my knees. We even have something like a prayer...

"Bwhaaa! I'm a slut," said Amber, pausing her sucking of Jack's cock before diving back half way down...

GLUG. GLUG. GLUG.

"I'm here to submit." This time she swallowed three quarters of Jack's cock.

GLUG. GLUG. GLUG.

"I worship cock." She forced Jack's cock down her throat until her nose made contact with Jack's stomach.

GLUG. GLUG. GLUG. GLUG. GLUG. GLUG.....

Amber kept at that depth until Jack pushed her off, about to cum.

"Gooooood, you're so good at sucking cock, my slutty housewife!" Jack gasped as he held down his orgasm. "Who trained you?"

"You did, daddy!" gasped Amber.

A relaxed calmness was deep in Amber now. She felt good sucking Jack's balls. This week wasn't so bad? It was fun so far, even the unexpected parts.

"God, you look fucking sexy today Amber," Jack sighed. "Do you like wearing a choker round your neck?"

"Mmmmmm," Amber replied, continuing to lick.

"Your lingerie is so classy. What has a classy woman like you licking my balls?"

"Because you told me to," Amber replied simply.

"You'll do anything I say?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Mmmmmm, good slut. I see you found the diamond ring," he mused as he looked at Amber's hand.

"Hm," Amber replied, eyes closed, focused on the task Jack had given her.

"Hold it up and look at it," he commanded.

Amber obeyed. She stayed low licking Jack's balls and used her right hand to stroke Jack's shaft. She looked at the fingers on her left hand.

"What's that stone on your ring finger?" Jack asked.

"Bill's engagement ring," Amber replied. It was the first time she thought about Bill since kneeling on the floor.

"Who's?"

"My small cocked husband..."

"That's right slut. Your poor little husband, next door right now, totally oblivious. Your poor little husband, with his small cock. Do you think he'll ever be able to satisfy you like I can?"

"Probably not," Amber answered quickly without much thought.

Fuck, is that true? Thought Amber.

"Goooood, slut," Jack interrupted. "We're going to finish up soon. Just stay there sucking my balls..."

Those anxious thoughts bubbled under as Amber returned to her licking and sucking but this time at a slower pace. If this was the last moments of their session then she wanted to cool down. Everything was going too fast and felt too energetic. She was tired after spending so long sucking Jack's cock. Her whole body had put in the effort to make it feel spectacular for Jack.

Slow gentle strokes of her tongue. Loving kisses dotted here and there.

Jack's cock seemed to do something to her. It cause her to become both relaxed and excited at the same time. It soothed the latent anxiety she always held, but sparked a fiery lust that was always under the surface, waiting to overwhelm her. This week she felt particularly anxious, especially after the antics of last night, which seemed to only magnify the effect Jack had on her. Just sucking his cock was enough to calm Amber's nerves, settle her frantic feelings.

But her last thought returned to her.

Will it be the same with Bill's cock? Amber wondered -Amber worried. What if it isn't? What if I'm now hooked on Jack's cock, and I need it in my life to be myself? What if Jack really does have power over me beyond the blackmail?

That was something that had niggled at Amber slowly since Jack had threatened to ruin her anniversary present to Bill...

Will I ever get this satisfaction from Bill's cock? Here I am licking Jack's balls and loving it. Will the same be true with my husband.

Amber couldn't think properly in her trance-like state. She had been lulled into this relaxation by the repeated action of sucking then licking. Kneeling up high and crouching down low.

It was the same sensation she had at the gym. The repeated action of squatting and standing, or curling and uncurling. She found it easy to switch off her mind and enjoy the sensation and rhythm. Each time felt subtly different and she enjoyed focusing on the minutia of the variations.

LICK. LICK. LICK. SUCK.

Do I love Jack's cock? thought Amber.

LICK. LICK. SUCK. LICK.

It feels so good just being here...

SUCK. SUCK. SUCK. LICK.

Will Bill like what he sees? At this thought, Amber's pussy tingled. My husband will love it when I can finally do it with him.

Something of Amber's thought must have shown on her face because Jack broke her trance.

"What will your husband think when he finally sees this?"

Amber continued sucking and licking but gave a shrug.

"Have you done this for your husband before? Worship his balls?"

Amber raised her head to look up shyly at Jack -she smiled and shook her head.

"Hahaaaa! Told you Bill! This week, I'm going to make Amber do things that'll break your heart!"

Jack shifted forward on the couch and spread his leg wider.

"Amber, keep licking my balls and follow my instructions."

Amber melted into the command and Jack's assertive tone. She started at the bottom of Jack's sack and gave slow licks all the way up to the start of his shaft. She went from side to side making sure to cover every inch with spit.

"Start lower," Jack ordered.

Amber obeyed.

She started just above Jack's taint and licked up the underside of his sack. She licked three times before Jack adjusted again. He grabbed his balls and lifted them up so that his taint was exposed.

"Stay lower," came the next order.

Amber slowly moved her face between Jack legs and stuck out her tongue. She touched the tip to Jack's taint and made delicate licks going up.

"Use all your tongue, slut."

Amber didn't hesitate before extending more of her tongue to lick Jack's taint.

LICK. LICK. LICK.

Amber remained in her trance.

LICK. LICK. LICK.

Jack's skin felt soft.

LICK. LICK. LICK.

"Mmmmmmmm, yes, slut," Jack let out a big sigh.

Amber felt embolden by this reaction and redoubled her efforts licking Jack's taint.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! she thought. I've never been this low-fuck! -what the fuck is happening?

She kept going, falling back into the same rhythm as she had while licking his balls but this time she had a sense of excitement at doing something new -something she hadn't even talked about with her husband.

Jack shifted again, this time raising his legs of the ground. He tilted his hips fully exposing himself to Amber.

"Lower," came the simple command.

Amber hesitated.

Oh god, does he really want me to do that*...*

She looked down.

That explains the bath...

"Lower, slut!" he said sharply.

Slowly. Very slowly, Amber extended her tongue to Jack's taint. She started making a figure of eight motion on him while moving lower and lower between Jack's legs.

Oh god, she thought. Less than an inch, less than an inch! Am I really going to do this?

Amber stopped at this point to ready herself for the next motion. She knew it would take a lot of courage to do this...

"Who are you?" asked Jack

"I'm a slut," she paused her licking to answer. One hand move to slowly rub her clit.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here to submit."

Amber could feel a knot low in her throat welling up as she anticipated what she was about to do.

"What do you do?"

"I worship cock," she finished the mantra.

"Well, slut, lick my ASS!" Jack roared.

Amber's tongue slid down to the center of Jack's asshole.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, what am I doing?!?! she panicked, but didn't stop. She kept licking in a figure of eight across and around Jack's asshole. She didn't know what to do, her mind was blank, all she could think to do was to obey Jack, keep licking, and keep playing with her clit.

LICK. LICK. LICK.

She wanted to return to her trance.

LICK. LICK. LICK.

She wanted to empty her mind.

LICK. LICK. LICK.

She moved to slow circles. Teasing the ring of Jack's asshole.

"See, Bill? Your wife really is my little slut, now!"

Amber's pussy quivered harder at this comment and she moved her hand more vigorously on her pussy.

"Bill!" she cried. "I'm licking his asshole! I'm licking our ugly neighbor's asshole!"

She dove in. Tongue flat against Jack. Licking without any reservations.

"Ha ha ha!" Jack laughed. "What a fucking slut you are, Amber! Hey Bill, how will it feel kissing this mouth after today!?!?"

"Oh my god!" screamed Amber as her hand went into overdrive. She licked as hard as she could across Jack's ass, trying to get every inch as wet as possible. It was like that first night at the pool all over again. The first time she sucked Jack's cock -the first time she suck anyone's cock.

Shame and excitement.

Fear and arousal.

Disgust and defiance.

They were all mixed in Amber's head as she broke this new taboo.

Jack started stroking his cock.

"Bill, you gotta try this sometime. It's the best wank you'll ever have! Probably won't be as good for you, Amber seems to be totally in love with my ass!"

"Fuck, Daddy! I AM!"

Amber continued her furious licking until Jack's feet started to descend and his hand pushed her head away. As soon as this happened, Amber leaned her head back to stare up at Jack as he rose to his feet.

"Suck, NOW!" Jack ordered.

Amber lurched her face forward to shove Jack's cock as deep into her throat as she could.

GLUG. GLUG. GLUG.

"Suck my cock, you sexy slut!" Jack moaned. "FUUUUUUCK, you look classy. Who knew classy ladies sucked cock so well?"

GLUG. GLUG. GLUG.

Jack ripped his cock from Amber's throat and started to stroke. Amber looked up at him in awe and dove to suck his balls again.

"We only suck BIG cocks!" she cried from between his legs. "And only do the special favors for the BIGGEST cocks!"

She descended further between Jack's legs again, extending her tongue as far as possible to reach his ass.

"FUUUUUUUUCK!" Jack roared. "Keep licking my ass, you dirty fucking housewife!"

Jack stroked faster until he felt the orgasm begin. He yanked the bun on the back of Amber's head and held her firmly in place.

"Ready for your surprise?"

"PLEASE, daddy! I've really earned this one."

"Ahhhhhhh," Jack sighed in slow pleasure as he started to cum.

The first shot landed on Amber forehead and dribbled over her eye, down her cheek and into her open mouth. The next shot landed on Amber's cheek and fell down to land on her hand. The last shots landed directly onto Amber's tongue.

"Ahhhhh, that was nicccccce," Jack let out before landing on the couch.

Amber looked down at the cum that landed on her hand. It was her left hand. There was a smear across the ring on her middle finger. She raised that hand to her mouth.

Amber began to lick the cum off the giant diamond.

Jack leaned back on the couch breathing heavily after the effort of holding his orgasm for so long. He noticed her attention on the diamond ring. An evil grin appeared across his face and he began to stroke his cock once again.

"You can keep that," he said to Amber slyly. "If you want."

Amber looked up at him, her tongue sticking out and eyes wide with shock at this offer. She smiled as her gaze found his cock once again.

"Wear it. Remind yourself that you deserve big things..."

Amber went into overdrive and sucked the diamond clean.

Jack stood up and pulled Amber's bun back once again to look into his face.

"Get up and wait in the back garden. Your husband is out and we're going next door for the rest of the afternoon."

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Biggest

The afternoon of Saturday, 16th -6 days before the anniversary

Breath in.

Amber was in the zone again.

Breath out.

She was engulfed in a force-field of pleasure.

Breath in.

The ground was soft. She clutched it with her hands. It balled up in her palms like silk.

Breath out.

Nothing had ever felt this good.

Breath in.

SLAP. SLAP.

Two sharp slaps broke Amber's trance.

Breath out.

She looked left and right to take in her surroundings but the light was too bright. All she could tell was that she was keeling on a bed.

Breath in.

This time she observed the smell -it smelled like her Bill.

Breath out.

Then she felt the pressure inside her -a warm presence stretching in her pussy.

Jack's cock, she thought, knowing the feeling well at this point. I was coming down from an orgasm from Jack's cock. Fuck that one was strong.

She opened her eyes.

It was her and Bill's room, and she was on the bed. Memories flooded back to her: running out Jack's door and across her back garden in lingerie to break into her own house. Sucking and fucking Jack on her husband's armchair. Getting eaten out on her dinning table. Moving upstairs to have sex in her bed like the night of the Superbowl.

It was at that point that she looked back over her shoulder and confirmed what the feeling in her pussy had suggested -Jack was towering above her. He held up a piece of metal in his hand and displayed a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Time to level up, Amber," said Jack. "What day is tomorrow?"

SLAP. SLAP.

"Ssssssss! Tomorrow is when you fuck my asssss..." Amber hissed at the sharp sting she felt when Jack smacked her ass.

"That's right," he replied and began to stroke Amber's smooth skin with his rough palm. He tossed the metal plug in front of Amber's face. Her gaze found it and she knew exactly what it meant. Amber looked at her distorted reflection in the shiny surface of the butt plug.

A figure in blue looked back at her: blue eyes, blue earrings and blue lingerie.

"Has your husband ever asked to try anal sex?" Jack asked, genuine curiosity in his voice.

"Yes," replied Amber, still fixated on the plug in front of her face.

How is that going to even fit?

"And have you been curious to try it with him?"

"No, not really," she replied absently but honestly.

I fucking hope he takes his time.

"But you want to do it with me?"

"Yes."

God. That plug is probably narrower than his cock.

"Why do you want to do it with me?"

"I don't know..." Amber replied

Actually, I think I do...

She was drawn out of her own line of thought to ponder the question. "I guess... I guess I just really love to do things with my daddy that I deny from my husband."

Fuck... I hope Jack buys that.

"Is that all?" Jack asked.

"Yes..." she answered.

No...

SLAP. SLAP.

"Is that all?" Jack insisted after slapping Amber's ass.

"And..."

And what...

SLAP. SLAP.

"And?" Jack insisted.

"And..." Amber continued sheepishly, "all your probing of my ass over the past few months has made me curious..."

Where did that come from? Is that true?

SLAP. SLAP.

"And?" Jack insisted again.

"And the butt plugs made my orgasms over the past few days even more intense..."

Fuck, that sounds about right...

"Good, Amber. You should be honest with yourself... and me," he praised. Then his tone changed to ask dangerously, "who are you?"

"I'm a sluuuut," Amber whispered as her hand moved instinctively to play with her clit.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here to submiiiit," she sighed, longing at the thought of finally getting to share everything with Bill.

"What do you do?"

"I wooooorship cock," she groaned, thinking about how this final taboo would be broken.

Jack grabbed the plug that sat in front of Amber's face and adjusted it for a moment before pushing it against her asshole. He was rough and started quickly. Jamming it in hard and fast before Amber had a moment to prepare.

"Fuck, ahhhhhh!" she shrieked.

Amber knew there was no slowing Jack down so instead she concentrated on playing with her clit as fast as possible while trying to relax her asshole.

"Let's talk about last night," Jack continued. "Did you enjoy the treatment you got from your gym bu-our guest?"

Amber was too zoned out trying to concentrate on the enormous pressure to notice the slip in Jack's question. Her focus was singularly directed on dilating her asshole as much as possible.

"Well, Amber?"

Still no response. She felt so close. Less than half an inch and she knew it would glide in the rest of the way.

SLAP.

Jack let a forceful smack hit Amber's ass as hard as he could muster.

"AhhhhhhEEEEEE!" shrieked Amber before contracting her asshole to push the plug out and undo all her progress.

"Ughhhhh, Jack, fuck! I was so close!"

Jack merely laughed at Amber's disappointment. "I'm not sorry, slut. You have to answer my questions!" He then placed the plug against Amber's asshole again, and began to push while repeating, "did you enjoy our guest playing with your ass last night."

"Ughhhhaaaaaaa," Amber groaned at the renewed pressure before answering. "Yes, daddy. She was so gentle, it felt so good!"

"Did you like her being gentle with you, Amber?" Jack said his tone softening.

"Yessssss, it felt so erotic when she moved so slowly."

"Would you like me to be gentle too?"

"Ughhhhh..."

"I asked," Jack said while roughly forcing the plug against Amber's unwilling ass, "would you like me to be more gentle?"

"Daddy, please! I'll do what you want!" Amber replied, not understanding the game Jack was trying to play.

"No tricks here, Amber," Jack replied, his tone almost soothing. "Would you like me to be more gentle?"

"Fuck! Yes, please, Daddy!" she pleaded, trying to concentrate on relaxing her asshole.

Jack eased up the pressure and let the plug fall on to the bed. He squirted some oil on Amber's asshole and some more on her cheeks before starting to caress the smooth skin of her ass.

"Just relaaaaaax, Amber," he whispered.

Amber felt so disoriented by the change of pace that she simply obeyed. Her eyes close and she stopped focusing on her ass. She just enjoyed the sensation of Jack's hands rubbing her body.

His hands were big and provided much more force than their guest's did the previous night. The other difference being how rough the skin on Jack's hands was in comparison to their guest's -Amber didn't mind. The oil made the whole experience pleasant. She enjoyed the sensation of Jack's massage for a few moments before he began to scratch her back with his nails.

"Ahhhhhh," let out Amber in one long sigh. The pain felt good. It was the perfect level of pressure to not leave a mark.

"Well, slut," Jack finally broke the silence. "Now that you know I can be gentle, I'm going to ask you a question."

Amber remained in the same position, enjoying Jack's caring attention on her back and ass.

"The biggest plug is going in your ass this afternoon. No negotiation. You need to prepare for our special event tomorrow and the metal plug will get you there. The question is: how do you want me to put it in? Roughly and quickly, or gently and slowly?"

Amber tensed slightly while considering the question. Did she even have to think?

"I'm not sure..." she replied hesitantly.

Obviously gently and slowly...

"How can you not be sure?" Jack asked. "It's simple. Which would you prefer?"

"Mmmmmm... I would prefer gently and slowly," answered Amber hesitantly before adding quickly, "but I'll do it whatever way my daddy wants."

What's the catch?

"Okay, slut. I can do that for you. BUT. You have to do something for me."

"What is it daddy?"

Here we go...

Though Amber could not see the smile on Jack's face, she could hear it in his voice when he replied, "after this, we'll go next door to your husbands office."

"Ohhhh fuck..." gasped Amber involuntarily at the realization.

"I take it you haven't done anything in there?"

"Fuck... no... we haven't..."

"That's Bill's private place, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"We're going to do something very special in there..." Jack trailed off.

"But were not doing anal till tomorrow?" said Amber, confused and panicked.

"I know that slut," Jack cut sharply. "We're not even going to have sex in there. But we will film something Bill won't have seen. I want you to put on your best show. Got it?"

Fuck, what are we going to do? Thought Amber. That's Bill's retreat, he's alone in there so often. Would it be a step too far to fuck Jack in that room? But Jack said we wouldn't have sex... Fuck, what am I committing to?

These thoughts battled in Amber's mind for a moment.

Can I even take the plug if Jack isn't gentle? If he's rough it will at least be quick. Jesus, I've been so on the edge all day-all WEEK. I could really use a gentle-Jack right now.

"Well, slut," interrupted Jack, his tone venomous. "Are you going to be good? Are you going to obey your daddy when we go next door to your idiot husband's man-cave?"

Amber knew what her answer had to be.

"Yes, daddy."

"Goooooood, sluuuuut!" cheered Jack. "Pick up the plug and have a look at it. I've given it a special handle."

Amber palmed around on the bed to find where Jack had dropped the plug. Eventually, her hand made contact with metal. She felt the smoothness of the plug but noticed something extra on the end.

"Feel what I wrapped around it, slut?"

She quickly brought the plug up to her face to get a better look. A silver and diamond necklace.

"Is that-FUCK!" Amber cried out in realization. "Is that Bill's necklace?!?"

"Right on the first go..."

The necklace had been wrapped around the end of the plug, like an obscene handle.

Bill's present. Amber thought. He gave that to me to say 'thank you' for everything I've done with Jack. Oh my god! This is so cruel, I might as well stamp on his heart. But FUCK, he's going to lap it up...

Jack grabbed the plug from Amber's hands and pressed the head against her asshole.

"Ready to try again, slut?" he asked.

Amber groaned, "yes, daddy."

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Overture B

The evening of Friday, 23rd -The day of the anniversary

"Down. On your knees, kneel down."

"What, like this?"

"No, not on your heels. All the way down, so your ass touches the ground."

"Oh, this?"

"Exactly, stay right there."

"Yes, daddy."

"Remember what we did this morning?"

"Which part?"

"The new part, obviously..."

"Mmmhmm, I remember..."

"We're going to do that again."

"Here!?!?"

"Yes, where better?"

"Fuck..."

"What do you do?"

"... I submit."

Bill stared at the screen waiting for some clue as to what he was about to see. He'd seen his wife thoroughly fucked on his armchair, then she was eaten out on their table -what happens next?

The camera slowly faded in to show a poorly lit room. The view was from the ground looking up into the center from below. Bill recognized it as his office. It was tidy because he always left everything in it's proper place. His computer was off with the keyboard tucked away, important papers were neatly stacked on the in-tray, and the window blinds were left open causing the poor exposure for half the room.

Everything was in proper place except his chair -that was was pulled out and someone was sitting in it. Another figure knelt before it.

"Jesus, Bill," said Jack to the camera. "Your bed is really comfortable -your wife and I had a little nap in it, didn't we slut?"

"Mmmmm," Amber sighed while nodding and looking towards the camera.

"But we've moved to your office. Has he ever got a blowjob in this chair, Amber?" Jack asked.

"You know he hasn't," Amber giggled.

"Ha ha. Just my little joke. He's masturbated sitting here, thought, hasn't he."

"Yes. I've overheard him a few times."

"What about sex, you must have had sex in this room?"

"No, we actually haven't."

"Have you done anything in this room?"

"Nope," Amber shrugged.

"It's like you don't know how to live, Bill!" exclaimed Jack. "You jerk-off in here but don't get your wife to give you a hand? Tell you what, buddy, I'll let you be the first to have sex with Amber in this room, how about that?"

"Huh, generous..." muttered Bill. But then a horrible thought struck him...

...what's the catch?

"I'll just use your wife's mouth while I'm sitting here. Oh, and her tongue... you hear that Amber?"

Amber nodded again and replied, "yes, daddy."

"Good, slut," Jack praised. "Get nice and sloppy."

Amber leaned forward and took Jack's cock in her mouth. He let out a deep sigh while her head sunk deeper. From the camera's angle Bill couldn't tell how far she went down but she slowly retreated back up to the head and started the whole process again. Very slowly descending and ascending along Jack's cock.

"Fuuuuuuck, Amber," hissed Jack. "I'll never get tired of this."

"Haha!" Amber laughed through his cock.

Jack shifted slightly from side to side in the chair.

"This chair is also damn comfy, Bill. You'll have to tell me where you got it? Or maybe you can just give it to me after you've seen this -not sure you'll look at it the same way again!"

"Hahaha!" Amber laugh harder this time, so much that she fell backwards and Jack's cock slid from her mouth. "Awwwww, sorry Bill, baby. I guess our neighbor knows how to pull my strings in a way that you can't."

"Hey, slut!" cried Jack. "Get back to work!" He grabbed Amber's hair and forced her head between his legs.

"Balls, lick my balls!" Jack ordered.

Amber's head remained where Jack held it but a loud smacking sound began.

"Yesssss, get really nasty and sloppy. We're going to do something that'll break your little husband's heart, slut."

"Fnggggoh! Whrrrwe-gnnnnnn dnnnn?" came Amber's response.

"I can't understand you, slut. Don't embarrass yourself," Jack spat and then leaned over her head to slap her ass.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

Jack let go of Amber's hair and leaned back before saying, "this is definitely an expensive chair, Bill. I bet it has all sorts of adjustments for it."

He moved his hands along the sides of the seat, looking for levers that adjusted the pitch of the back. He found the first and the seat slid forward pushing Amber backwards onto the ground.

"Oops! Sorry, slut," he said casually as Amber got up and resumed her previous position between Jack's legs.

He reached around the other side and found the lever that adjusted the back. He let the back tilt a bit so that he was upright but no longer vertical. Jack looked relaxed.

"Ahhhhh, that's nice," he said to the room.

Jack then moved his had to grab his cock and started to stroke. He let out a long sigh and got into a rhythm stroking his cock while Amber attended to his balls.

"Hey!" He exclaimed in realization after a few moments of this. "I'm pretending to be you again, Bill! Sitting in your chair, at your desk, doing your favorite thing -jerking off! Ha ha ha!"

Amber let out a half cough, half laugh from her kneeling position.

"I'm even pretending that Amber is sucking my cock!" Jack went on. "But I don't really have to pretend."

He then pulled a lever that adjusted the height of the seat. Jack slid down so that his cock was directly in Amber's face.

"Suck!" he ordered.

Amber giggled and grabbed Jack's cock while pretending to chide him, "you're so mean to my little husband, daddy!"

"You love it, slut," Jack replied while he lifted his arms above his shoulders and folder his hands behind his head. He leaned back into the chair to enjoy Amber's blowjob.

Amber wasn't frantically sucking Jack's cock, she was slow and gave it long licks up and down while holding the base. She used her hand to stroke up and down every now and then while focusing on the head. She was taking her time, clearly enjoying the act of pleasuring Jack. She had melted completely into the position at Jack's feet, her legs spread wide so that her thighs and ass touched the ground, feet either side of her hips. The arch in Amber's back was as severe as ever. Soft sighs and soft moans came through the TV speakers betraying her contentment.

Bill followed the curve of her back down the rest of her body. She was still wearing the same blue lingerie set from the previous two videos -or, at least, most of it. She had lost the bra somewhere along the way but still had on the garter belt and stockings. The suspenders were no longer clipped in place on the stockings, and the pieces of lace seemed to dance around as Amber's waist moved. Her bun was a total mess with strands of hair flying wild.

Bill's gazed eventually landed at her ass. There was a surprise shining in between her cheeks -a metal butt plug.

Why is it glinting so much? Bill wondered.

He looked closer an realized it was because of a necklace wrapped around the handle. A pit formed in his stomach as he gulp the what remained of his pride.

My necklace. The necklace I gave Amber to say thank you. I guess this is her way of saying "you're welcome", he thought.

Amber set to a rhythm of stroking Jack's cock up and down a dozen or so times while sucking on the head. Eventually, she would move to his balls and lovingly kiss each one. Then came a handful of licks to bring her back up to Jack's cock head. The sequence repeated.

Every so often, Bill saw her hand wander down to squeeze her breast or descend further to touch her own sex or tweak her butt plug.

Bill stared at the screen in awe. Fucking hell, he thought, how did Jack get Amber into that state?... She isn't showing off for me anymore, she's doing this for her*...*

Amber's worship continued.

Jack kept up a regular chorus of praise for Amber:

"Fuck, your mouth was meant for cock, Amber."

"You do it much better after cumming. Did you know that?"

"Your mouth is so fucking soft, how did you learn to do this?"

Eventually, Amber moved her face lower to focus on Jack's balls. She stayed between his legs to kiss them while stroking his cock. Kissing eventually turned to licking, and licking became sucking.

Jack took over on his shaft and began stroking. Both of Amber's hands now moved between her own legs to play with her clit and move around her butt plug. Bill was hypnotized by the movements she made: around in circles, side to side, a figure of eight. It was like she was probing her asshole to see what gave the most pleasure. Eventually she took a good grip of the handle and necklace and began to slowly push it deeper then pull it out almost all the way.

All the while Bill could hear Amber's soft moans from between their neighbor's legs.

Jack's words slowly changed from praise of Amber to a stream humiliating insults aimed directly at Bill:

"Jesus, you've been missing out for years, buddy."

"This is her best work yet, don't you think Bill?"

"I wonder how many times you'll sit in this chair, Bill? Before seeing the video, I mean."

Bill stared at the screen transfixed.

Each one of Jack's comments seemed to cut into him a little deeper. For him, it was more humiliating than seeing Amber being fucked on their bed. This room was his space. A sacred place. Now it was desecrated. It was no longer his space. It was a place where Amber had worshiped Jack's cock.

That's my room, he thought.

He built his business in that room. All the emails and planning. All the calls and late nights he had to take his work home. That was the place that Bill worked hardest and felt the most vulnerable. It was the place he succeeded the most but also failed the most.

That's my chair.

He bought that chair after the first big sale he made. An act celebration but also for self preservation because he knew how long he would sit in that chair and wanted to feel comfortable. Sure, he jerked off in it, but that was when he needed to unwind... or if he was tempted to secretly look at the videos that Amber had sent him.

That's my wife.

Amber just let out long moans every time she was praised and giggled at the more humiliating comments. Bill should have felt anger. He should have felt betrayed by his wife, debasing herself for their ugly neighbor. He certainly had those emotions, but one emotion seemed to blot out everything else: arousal.

Bill was totally enthralled by the scene in front of him.

What had him most aroused was seeing his wife act so slutty. He hadn't seen Amber this compliant yet. Ball licking seemed to be a spiritual experience for her, not simply an act of service for Jack. Amber was totally in the zone doing this, like when Bill looked at her focused at the gym. She kept a steady movement of her head: back and forth, up and down, diagonal criss-cross.

What has her so deeply in this state? wondered Bill.

"Okay, slut," came Jack's voice from the screen. "Remember what we did this morning?" he asked, cruelty in his voice.

Amber shivered and nodded but didn't stop her attention to Jack's balls.

Jack lifted one leg planted his heel on Bill's desk. His other leg went up to lazily rest over the other arm of the chair. He adjusted a lever and leaned back to fullest extent -the back was now close to horizontal.

"Ahhhh, okay, Amber," sighed Jack. "Down. You. Go..."

Amber's head went lower as her mouth passed below Jack's balls. Then lower so that her face was obscured by Jack's leg. Then her chin appeared below Jack's thigh. Her face was right between Jack's butt cheeks.

Finally, Amber's chin extended down, her mouth open.

"WHAT. THE. FUCK?!?!?!" gasped Bill.

Amber's head moved forward, into Jack's ass.

"Ahhhhhh, fuck, Bill. I know you haven't done this in here."

Bill watched helplessly as his wife lapped at Jack's ass. One hand grasped his thigh while the other remained between her legs moving her plug, slowly. Her head moved up and down in an exaggerated motion as though licking the world's nastiest ice cream cone.

What the fuck-what the fuck-what the fuck... played on constant repeat in Bill's head.

He felt disgust, deep in his stomach. Never, not ever, had he thought of Amber eating his ass, let alone their neighbor's. Amber was out of control. Jack was out of control.

Bill's heart pounded into overdrive. The thumping had returned to his ears. His eyes were glued to the screen.

Amber's movements became wild, like she was going into a frenzy. She had abandoned the slow movements of her plug. She now focusing on a fast in and out motion. Her head moved quickly up and down, and side to side. She started to move away every so often, pausing her licking to spit directly into Jack's ass.

"Mmmmmm, I can't believe you got me to do this, daddy," she cooed between licks. "It's just so fucking nasty!"

LICK. LICK. SPIT.

"You like this, Bill?" Amber addressed the camera

SPIT. SPIT.

"Is this what you imagined?"

LICK. LICK.

"All those months jerking off here and I could have done this with you."

SPIT. SPIT.

"You just didn't know how to convince me properly."

What the fuck-what the fuck-what the fuck... the throbbing in Bill's ears was the loudest yet. He was starting to sweat from his brow.

"Do you like when I do this, Bill? I've become your personal nasty pornstar!"

LICK. LICK.

"How many pornstars do you think do this, though?"

SPIT. SPIT.

"Feel your cock! I bet this has you hard!"

LICK. SPIT.

Bill obeyed Amber's instruction.

"Oh, fuuuuuck!" he moaned to the empty room -his cock was as hard as any point during that evening.

He was so frozen by the scene playing out before him that he didn't notice how aroused he was. This was the most depraved thing he had ever seen Amber do and it was with their fat neighbor. This was all because of him and his sick fantasy. Bill was torn between horror and arousal. Disgust and excitement. He felt hot shivers run up his spine. He could feel his dick as hard as ever. Pleasure seemed to buzz its length, from tip to root.

Fuck, is this what Jack feels? wondered Bill.

"Enough talk, slut!" Jack interrupted and pulled the lever on the chair that adjusted the seat. He slid forward so that Amber face was buried in his ass. Amber's head started to bob steadily back and forth.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" Jack yelled. His hand went into overdrive, stroking his cock. "Keep going, slut! Use your tongue! Tongue my ass!"

Bill could tell her tongue was now extended as was making long "ahhhhh" sound. Each time her head drove into Jack's ass she made a slight gagging noise.

"Fuuuuuck! Bill!" Called Jack to the camera. "This is fucking heaven, buddy! You've got to get Amber to do this for you -I won't teach you the secret to convincing her, though! Haha!"

He ended with a laugh. Amber joined in, a giggle joining the obscene chorus of gagging and "ahhhhh". Neither of her hands were playing with herself now, both of them were placed on Jack's thighs to give her better control over her frenzied kissing, licking and tonging.

"Okay, buddy. Time to put you out of your misery." Jack's hand sped up the stroking on his cock as he looked down at the top of Amber's head.

"Slut!" he roared. "Kiss my asshole, slut. Kiss it now!"

Amber's long "ahhhhh" turned into a series of smacking noised as she puckered her lips.

MWAH. MWAH. MWAH.

"FUUUUUUUCK, get ready!" Jack gasped.

He jerked upright to tower over Amber. One hand furiously stroked his cock while the other roughly grabbed the hair at the top of Amber's head and jerked her into place at the tip of his cock.

"OWWWW" cried Amber as she was forced into position.

"FUUUUUUUCK!" Jack bellowed. "HERE IT COMES!"

Pain forgotten, Amber started a stream of encouragement, "Cum for me, daddy! Please! Cum in my husband's office! Cum sitting in his chair!"

Jack roared as the first stream erupted and shot over her head on the floor close to the camera.

"EEEEEEEE! NO, JACK! ON MY FACE! KEEP CUMMING! KEEP CUMMING ON MY FACE!"

Bill didn't see where the remainder of Jack's pumps landed but they must have been on target given Amber's gleeful cries,

"YES, DADDY! THANK YOU, DADDY! I'M BILL'S WIFE! BUT YOUR SLUT! LET ME WORSHIP YOUR COCK!"

Jack let out one final jerk and slump back down. His head flopped back to rest on the chair. His chest heaved with each breath.

Amber crawled slowly over to the camera. As she got closer, she came into more light and turned into focus. Her face was covered in Jack's cum. Several streaks extended from her forehead over her eyebrows and down to her upper lip.

Amber looked down and noticed a pool of cum on the ground -the first spurt Jack let out that had missed her. She scooped a wad of it in her fingers and pushed them to her pursed lips.

She blew a kiss to the camera.

"This is just a little overture for what we did this weekend, Bill. Today is the Saturday before our anniversary -tomorrow comes the big surprise..."

The camera turned off and Bill was left alone in the empty room. Waiting.

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ

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  Chapter:21 - The Weekend at the Cabin - Part 4
 Category:Loving Wives
      URL:http://www.patreon.com/posts/neighborhood-au-155108175
Published:2026-04-28
Saturday

The sizzle of the bacon was a pleasant distraction from the moans that drifted through the open space to Bill's ears. He wasn't sure whose they were. Did they belong to his wife? To Stacy? Was it Jack? Did it matter?

Bill grit his teeth, pushing the bacon around the pan, the grease splashing slightly and stinging his arms. But he didn't notice the sting. The moans were far more painful and arousing than a little bit of popping grease. HIs stomach and heart were twisting with the paradox of pain and fear and desire. It was impossible to fully explain. How did you even begin to talk about how seeing and knowing someone was fucking your wife and that it made you burn with rage and yet that same fire was a burning desire to watch? To see. To experience.

He'd already seen so much. Their anniversary had been… intense. Eye opening. Sickening and so sweet. And Bill knew deep down he wanted it again. They'd been playing this game for weeks now. Longer. Since his birthday. That first time with Jack. A long and winding path to… whatever this was.

Cuckolding.

No sense in beating around the bush. Bill was a cuckold. Once that would have felt embarrassing. Shameful. But after this morning, there were still bumps, but he was feeling more confident. Not settled. Not yet. And maybe he never would be. How could anyone ever become comfortable with a dynamic like this?

Maybe that was the point. Constant alert. Adrenaline. Discomfort. Your mind on fire, sharp with desire and fear, always in that heightened sense of awareness. How would he be tormented? Tortured. Teased. What would he see? How far could he go? Would he go? What about Amber? Would she push him to depths and distances he never dreamed? Would she dangle sexual indulgences before him only to pull them away? Deny him satisfaction?

Did he want to be denied?

If the erection in Bill's pants was any indication, the answer was yes.

He put the crispy strips onto a plate and continued making breakfast. Eggs. Toast. He sat it all on the dining table where he'd witnessed Amber and Stacy giving Jack elegant and naughty attention. Bill simultaneously reveled in the memory and tried to push it aside. Living in a constant paradox was exhausting and so he went to pour himself another cup of coffee.

The squeak of the bathroom door made him stiffen and splash some of the still hot brew onto his hand. He gasped, shaking the burning feeling away.

A soft hand took his, and began to blow on the reddened area. Amber. Holding her husband's hands and picking up a tea towel, dabbing at his hand. "Are you okay? Do you need some ice?" Her voice was angel soft, her breath warm and tender. The way her eyes looked up at Bill was with the utmost love and concern.

"I… no I'm… fine." He muttered. It took him a second to finally move his eyes past his wife's face to see she was completely naked. Her skin was smooth and soft, a light shine of sweat and… something else maybe…

Amber took a step back and gave Bill a sweet, innocent smile. Her hair was mussed, damp. But she was beautiful. Breasts swollen, areolas pink from attention. Between her legs, Bill could see slick moisture, her pussy puffy pink from Stacy's mouth and fingers and no doubt Jack's cock.

"Like what you see?" She cocked a hip, breasts bouncing lightly and her smile playful.

Bill chuckled. "You know I do."

Taking a step forward, Amber slipped her arms around Bill's neck, up onto her toes and gave him a soft kiss. "Good. Breakfast smells amazing, honey. Thanks for making it while we had our fun."

He cringed slightly. Fun. Fun that he wasn't involved in. And yet… he had played a part, hadn't he? He'd made breakfast for them.

Amber's hand cupped Bill's chin. "Hey. Talk to me." Her voice was soft but serious.

"I… uh, it's nothing."

"Bill. We have to be honest. No secrets. If there's ever anything bothering you, you have to say something. Even if you think it might upset me" There was real concern in her eyes, her hands finding Bill's cheeks and holding him tight.

He took a moment, eyes looking into his wife's and seeing the genuine love she had for him. His hands found her hips, the swell and rise of them leading equally to her beautiful ass and smooth plump labia. She was his once. But now… now she belonged to others, too. Jack and Stacy. Others? Would it stop with just Jack?

She was up on her toes again and kissing him. "Bill. Honey. Talk to me."

"This is hard." He finally whispered.

Amber's hand went to Bill's crotch and gently cupped his erection. "That's obvious. But I'm thinking you're not talking about one of my favorite things, huh?" She smiled, her attempt to lighten the mood admirable.

Bill chuckled with her. "Yeah, well, maybe not your favorite anymore?" He wasn't sure why he said that, maybe he was just trying to torture himself.

Amber's hand slipped into Bill's pants and gripped hold of his cock. "Yours is my favorite. Mine. No matter what I may say when we are playing, you and you alone are my favorite." She gave him another kiss. "But… " Her lips curled evilly. "Your's isn't nearly enough to satisfy me." Her teeth nipped at his lip. "Now… talk to me."

He sighed. The twisted sentiments had him hard, throbbing in his wife's warm hand. "I love you." His forehead touched hers. "I'm just scared. I know… maybe we keep going in circles. Talking about the same thing over and over. But… going down this path. It's dark. It's twisted. Dangerous. I trust you. And I think we can trust Jack… mostly. And Stacy is a given. But… If you ask about trusting myself… I've been standing here making breakfast while you got your brains fucked out…"

She caressed a finger through her slick folds and held up the sticky dripping finger. "He came inside me." Her whisper was husky.

A shiver ran through Bill. Jealousy and rage battling for supremacy.

"I want to strangle that fat asshole," Bill stared at his wife's dripping fingers. Gripping her hips. His heart was pounding.

"He gagged me with his cock." She stared him right in the eyes, heat and sin like molten steel. A blade sliding into Bill's gut, turning and twisting. It was pain but pleasure. "Fucked it like he owned it… because he does." She leaned in close and licked along Bill's neck. "You really wanna hurt him?" His wife's hand was stroking his cock while she took the other that was slick with Jack's cum and her juices and wickedly touched it to her husband's lips.

Bill cringed. The idea that he was tasting not just his wife but her lover… it made his stomach churn. Bile in his throat and blood coursing through his cock, making it painfully hard.

"I hate seeing him fuck you." He growled, nails digging into her ass.

"You love it." She hissed and traced her finger along his lip, pulling it down and then letting it bounce back up playfully. "Say it… cuck. Say you love it."

He was panting. Throbbing. Seeing red. "I… I love it. I hate that I love it."

She was purring now, "Mmm, just as long as you love it. Love letting me get fucked like I deserve." Now she started pushing down Bill's boxers. "Take these off cucky. Your wife wants to play."

Bill groaned and let his underwear fall to the floor, his member exposed and purple with its anger and need.

"Fuck." Amber whispered. "Your cock is so pretty, honey." She lifted up a leg, leaned in and let her warm lips press it and sandwich it between his stomach and her lips. "Mmmm fuck so warm and hard." With an elegant grace, Amber moved against him, letting her mound press around him, up and down with soft slick motions. "Feel that Billy? Hmm. Can you feel how wet I am? How hot and sticky Jack made me? I'll bet you can even feel some of his cum leaking out. He cums so much honey. So deep. I'll be dripping for a week after this weekend." She giggled.

Bill gripped the counter and leaned back, watching what little he could see of his wife's smooth cunt running along his shaft. He couldn't remember the last time, if ever, that Amber had given him a pussy job.

Amber was drunk on sex. On euphoria. She wrapped her arms around Bill's neck and pressed her lips to his throat, sucking gently. It didn't take long to make her mark along his neck. "Mine." She whispered, then smashed her pussy against his cock head, making him grunt as he felt her oily dew dripping down his shaft. "Did you know… that the first time Jack took me, the first time he slid that magnificent superior cock into my needy little married pussy, I was giving him a pussy job a lot like this." She arched and moved so she was sliding down till her lips pressed against his balls and then moved back up.

"I couldn't resist. He was sin, tempting, and I had to give in. I had to have him inside me, Bill. But you know that now. You know it all. How I need that stretch. Need to be filled. And only he can do it." She sucked the skin along his collarbone, teeth biting and leaving deep red marks. "But you want to know something else?"

Bill was unable to stop his deep guttural groan and the feeling of pre-cum leaking all over his wife's smooth mound.

"I want you too. Always. I burn for you." She moved so their eyes were mere inches apart. "Jack will never be half the man you really are. The courage it takes to share me. To watch my pussy get fucked, licked, filled up with other men. With someone like Jack. The fat lard of a man with a thick fat dick that matches his personality. Watching that lowly man make me fucking scream." She licked along Bill's throat. "I'm a woman with needs, Bill. You meet all the ones I need to be a fulfilled woman. But Jack fills the primal needs."

A fire was burning inside Bill's stomach, between his legs. His balls were tight as he felt the velvet slick warmth of his wife's pussy moving up and down his length. Pressing him between her pussy and his stomach. It was heavenly torture.

"There will be plenty of time for love honey." Amber whispered, kissing along Bill's jaw. Around his lips. Never quite sealing their mouths together. Only teasing. "This weekend, Evil Amber needs her due. She wants primal heat and sweat and sex. And let's be very, very honest, Bill." She pressed herself harder against her husband, pussy lips smashed around him, clit teasing his tip. "You can't measure up to Jack in that department."

Shame, anger, embarrassment, and boiling arousal twisted in Bill's chest, and he burst. His cum shot up between his and Amber's stomach. Gooey and thick, and warm. Pumping up and shooting like a geyser, making Amber's stomach drip with sticky semen.

He groaned, the release pleasurable but also somewhat humiliating. Which only added to the pleasure. It was becoming a twisted tale of pushing and pulling and contradicting emotions that Bill was still having a hard time figuring out.

"Mmmmmm." Amber wrapped her arms around Bill's neck, smiling and looking down at his cum dripping and sticking between their stomachs. "Mmmm, you're so easy to excite. This weekend is going to be so… hard for you, isn't it, hon?"

Bill panted, coming down from his sudden ejaculation. "I… I think I'll manage… " He panted.

Amber kissed his nose and then his lips softly. "I know you can. And will. And it'll be worth it. I promise. Because when you get me home after all of this… " She pulled back and looked into her husband's eyes with pure sincerity. "You're going to fuck me, Bill. And I mean FUCK. Love will be for later. You're going to reclaim me. Do you understand? You're the center of all this. My world. And though Jack and Stacy are going to have me this weekend, you're the one that keeps this all together. That keeps me rooted and stable. You're my safety. The one I know I can return to for peace."

They held onto each other for a moment. Quietly taking each other's presents in. Listening to breathing. Feeling each other. Until finally Amber peeled herself away from Bill, the stickiness of his cum stretching between them.

"Now. Why don't you go get a shower, honey. Jack and Stacy should be coming out any minute, and we want to enjoy some breakfast before we go out on the lake today." Amber patted Bill's shoulders. "That'll give you some alone time today. Read a book. Take a nap. Whatever."

"UM… so… I'm not invited to… to join you on the lake?" Bill swallowed hard, trying to hold back his jealousy and pulsing arousal.

Amber gave him a mischievous grin. "Of course not Bill. Some things aren't meant to be enjoyed by a little cuck like you." With a heated wink, she turned away, ass bouncing as she went to the table to enjoy her morning breakfast.

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Bill stood in the shower, letting the warm water wash away the evidence of his ejaculation from his stomach. Hands on the wall, keeping himself up and just watching the water swirl around and disappear into the drain.

Emotions were still raging. Twisting. The constant push and pull of his jealousy and desire were giving him emotional and psychological whiplash. One second he wanted this. He wanted to drown in it, in the humiliation and deviancy. The next he hated it all and wanted to beat Jack to a pulp, move him and Amber away to some far away place and start over.

It was exhausting.

Bill slid down and sat on the shower floor and tilted his head back letting the spray slap against him. It was annoying and comforting. Another paradox. Two things at once vying for dominance.

A soft knock on the shower door made Bill jump. The door slid open slightly, Amber peeking in. "Bill? Honey? Aren't you hungry? You've been in here for like… a half hour."

Bill blinked and looked down at his hands. They were prunes. Wrinkled. So were his feet. How long had he just been sitting? Time had just… sped by.

Amber reached in and turned off the shower, pulled the door fully open and holding a towel beckoned her husband to come out. Bill got up, suddenly feeling the numbness in his limbs, as if he'd been sitting in a hot tub for an hour. He felt limp and dizzy. Amber caught him, wrapping the towel around him, the fluffy softness of it helping chase away the odd numb feeling tingling through his limbs. Amber rubbed him, drying him off quickly and efficiently, scrubbing his hair dry and smiling sweetly at him like she was ruffling the hair of a child and not a full grown man.

Tossing the now damp towel aside, Amber took Bill's hand and led him back into the room. On the bed there was a tray that had a plate of eggs and bacon and a cup of coffee. Like he was some sort of hospital patient, Amber brought him to the bed, got him settled and tucked him in, then put the try on his lap. "Eat." She ordered, ruffling his still damp hair and giving him a quick kiss on the forehead before she left the room.

Bill lay, slowly nibbling at his food and sipping his coffee listening to the silence. Every other moment, he expected to hear screams of pleasure or cries of ecstasy. But all he heard was the soft sound of trees rustling outside. A far off lapping of waves against the lake shore. It wasn't long before Amber slipped back into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She had a beach bag on her shoulder, still naked and unashamed, she turned back to Bill and grinned wide.

"We are gonna go and have an afternoon on the lake." She started, coming towards Bill and putting her bag on the bed. Her beautiful tits swayed and ass jiggled as she moved, all deliberate and exaggerated for her husband's viewing benefit. "But before we head out, Stacy and Jack are making some sandwiches and packing the cooler. We are probably gonna be out there till the early evening."

Amber started rummaging in her bag. "That means you're going to be on your own most of the day." She paused and looked up at him. "That okay?" It was an honest question.

Could he actually protest? Should he test it? Test if she'd actually listen to him? They agreed on honesty. And this was all still new, but Amber had made it clear that she wanted Bill to enjoy this, and if it was going to upset him, then he should speak up. Be a man. Tell her how he was feeling.

His wife waited patiently, meeting Bill's gaze.

"It's… okay," he finally said, sighing and holding his coffee as if it were some protective talisman. "I'm jealous. And I'm still struggling. But I think you should go have fun. But…"

"OH? There's a butt?" Amber grinned and turned, flashing her ass and giving her bouncing cheek a little smack.

Bill laughed. "Yeah. There's a but. I want… you need to tell me everything."

Amber leaned forward, breasts swaying. She pushed them together between her upper arms and grinned wickedly at Bill. "OH, I'll tell you in great detail about my lovely afternoon on the lake. You can count on that."

Their smiles matched and eyes locked, the wickedness softening to comfortable love. "I know this is a struggle. It is for me too." Amber admits, going back to looking through her bag. "That's why I thought I'd give you a private treat before I leave you here to your imagination."

A tangle of strings and small patches of material emerged from Amber's bag. After a moment of struggle, she managed to untangle the strings and laid out three different swimsuits, each scandalous in their own way. There was a lustful, mischievous twinkle in Amber's eye as she laid out the outfits. "You get to choose what I wear out on the boat for Jack."

Bill groaned, staring at what amounted to maybe a square foot of actual material that may or may not cover his wife's intimates. It was exquisite torture. To know whatever she wore, wouldn't be for him. It would be for Jack's enjoyment. And then there was whatever Stacy would wear, which Bill knew would be just as outlandish.

Amber picked up the first suit. "How about this?" The suit was a sunshine yellow cross thong g-string monokini. Two strips of barely two inch wide material created a lowercase T that would cover just the barest amount of Amber's breasts, stretch down over her torso and cover her pussy, while becoming thin strings in the back to be tied. It had a collar that would wrap around the neck to keep the top up. The cloth looked thin and stretchy, no doubt semi-transparent when worn. That meant if it got wet, it would become completely see through revealing her nipples and pussy mound clearly.

She dangled the suit in front of Bill, grinning, then tossed it back on the bed and picked up the next one. "Or… we could go this route, and before you even try to think this is more conservative, take a really close look." Her voice was full of seductive teasing.

The next suit looked like a one piece made of shiny dark pink metallic material. It would clearly cover her backside and front well enough, though probably very tightly. But the longer Bill looked, the more he realized the scandal. There were no bra cups. It would leave her chest on full display as it threaded between her tits and tied around her neck. The crotch area was very slim and if Bill imagined it on his wife, he knew it would just barely cover her slit and leave her mound puffing out on either side.

By the way he sucked in a breath when he realized made Amber grin in satisfaction as she lay it next to the yellow cross suit. Finally, she picked up the last. It was thin straps and chains. Bill couldn't quite make sense of it. And then Amber held it up against her naked body to help him picture how it would look and Bill's jaw dropped. The chains would frame her breasts and nothing more. It would descend down the middle of her stomach to the bottom portion that would frame her pussy. However, the bottoms didn't circle around like regular swimsuits or panty bottoms. Instead, it ended in a thick, one inch golden buttplug.

Bill realized this suit was an anal plug suit. In order to hold the suit in place, Amber would have to insert the plug into her ass and the top would be secured around her neck and back by small chains. It would hide nothing. Her tits would be completely exposed just like they were now. Her pussy covered only by the thinnest jeweled chain that would frame her mound and nestle along her slit before joining to the plug.

Amber shook it playfully, letting it jingle and the plug swayed like a pendulum.

"Fuck." Bill lay back against the headboard.

His wife was giggling as she put down the chain-link anal bikini. "Well? What would my husband like me to wear?"

"You're such a bitch." He groaned with a laugh.

Amber let out a deep belly laugh and crawled up on the bed, nestling down next to Bill, head on his shoulder. "I'm your bitch."

Bill's arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer, and kissed the top of her head. "What's Stacy going to wear?"

"Why? Is that gonna influence your decision?" Her hand came to rest on Bill's chest, feeling his pounding heartbeat.

"Guess not. Doesn't matter does it? You're both going to be on display. Probably won't even keep your suits on longer than a minute."

"No Bill, are you calling me and Stacy sluts?" She looked up at him with that evil grin Bill was growing to love and hate in equal measure.

"Maybe."

"Well, you're right. But we aren't your sluts. We are Jack's sluts. So watch your mouth." She sat up, patting Bill's chest. "Now, if you want to catch a glimpse of me in one of these suits, then you need to make a choice now, because I'm gonna change and get ready. We are planning to leave in the next half hour." Slipping off the bed, she stepped back to where she'd laid out the suit choices and stood with her hands on her hips, facing Bill and waiting patiently.

Bill's eyes went to the various suits and he struggled. A part of him wanted to see all of them. Each exposing and displaying his wife's assets in different ways. But he was only going to get one choice. One chance. Maybe she'd wear the others later or another time back at home. But right now he had to make a decision, and his eyes drifted towards the one piece. He couldn't exactly explain why, but the idea of so much coverage but also complete exposure of his wife's tits was attractive at the moment.

Amber saw where her husband's eyes went and her smile widened. Picking up the shimmering material, she dangled it by her finger. "Good choice. Though that means I'm going to have to make sure Jack puts plenty of suntan oil on my tits." She spun away and swayed her hips walking towards the bathroom to put on the suit.

"Are you serious? You're not going to put it on in front of me?" Bill questioned.

Amber chuckled. "I can't let you have too much fun, Bill. You're a cuck after all. A little denial is good for you." With that, she shut the bathroom door.

Bill grunted like a petulant child, but also felt that same shameful, twisted arousal that had been dogging him ever since starting down this path. He listened closely to the soft rustling and shuffling in the bathroom as his wife struggled into the suit. No doubt it was a size or two too small. He set aside his breakfast, mostly finished, and scrubbed his hands through his hair, trying not to let his imagination and jealousy get the better of him.

It was only a few minutes, but they felt like an eternity, when the door opened and Amber came out. She'd pulled her hair into a ponytail. The suit was stretched so tight over her midsection that Bill thought if she took a particularly big bite of something, it would snap and tear off. The crotch of the suit was straining against Amber's pussy so tightly that it was nestled between her mons, sinking deep and making it puff out. Her tits hung out on full display, framed by the shimmering suit. Putting her arms up over her head as if modeling for a magazine shoot, she turned to let Bill see the back of the suit that covered absolutely nothing. There were strings tied to hold the suit on but other than that, her ass and back were completely exposed.

He couldn't keep back a groan as Amber wiggled her cheeks and looked back over her shoulder with a beautifully lust filled grin. "Good choice, hon. Jack's gonna love it."

Bill clenched his fists staring at her as she sauntered back over to her beach bag, gathered it up over her shoulder and then did a little playful prance over to him, leaning down so her tits swung forward and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. "Have a relaxing day, love. I'll text you when we are on our way back."

For a moment the playfulness vanished, and she gave her husband a very serious look. "I'll have my phone on at all times. If you want me to come back, you just call or text the safe word. No questions. No argument. Doesn't matter what we are in the middle of." Her palm cradled his cheek, admiring the chisel of his jaw and the scratchy scruff along his face. "I love you, mister."

He breathed her in. The sweet smell of her skin and hair. Of the sweat that was already starting to bead along her skin from the humidity penetrating the walls of the cabin. He really loved this woman… and though it killed him in some ways to let her go to Jack, he also had a deep and dark craving for it.

"More than anyone?" The words slipped out before he could think better of them.

She leaned in close, and this time the kiss she gave was like that very first one they shared. It had the promise of a lifetime. A lasting life full of love and care, of frustration and fights, of making up and growing closer. "I love you and only you in the ways that matter. You're my fire. The center of everything that gives me perfect comfort and peace. I may utter some lustful 'I love you's' to Jack or Stacy, but those words come from deep between my legs, not from my heart."

Bill chuckled as they pressed their foreheads together. "Anyone ever tell you, you're kinda cheesy?"

Amber gave his cheek a light slap. "You're so mean." With a wink, she stood back up, letting her breasts assert themselves before turning and marching towards the door with her bubble butt bouncing beautifully.

"Have… ahem… have fun." Bill's voice cracked embarrassingly.

At the door, Amber looked back one final time. "OH, I'm going to have a very fun time… cuck." And then she was gone, closing the door behind her and leaving Bill alone for the day.

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Amber and Stacy sat at the back of the speedboat, hair flying out behind them, sunglasses on and looking out at the lake as Jack drove the boat out towards the center of the lake, far from the shore and far from prying eyes. The day was warm, but not stifling. There was a nice amount of cloud cover so the sun wasn't beating down, but they would still need plenty of sunscreen and oil. Jack would happily apply it Amber was sure.

She was wearing the suit Bill had chosen, her tits on full display and a light sheen of sweat and splashing water from the wake behind the boat as they sped on. The crotch was up tight between her labia, making it puff out around the sides and rubbing against her clit with every little movement. The backside wasn't a thong, but it only covered about half her ass cheeks and was already starting to ride up due to how tight it was. She leaned back with a sigh, enjoying the breeze and the freedom.

She already missed Bill and hoped he was finding something to distract him while she was out here with Stacy and Jack. Of course she was going to go wild, but that didn't mean she wanted Bill to be truly tortured with her absence. She'd make sure she took care of him when they got back. As much as he was going to be a cuckold this weekend, and probably for their life going forward, she wanted to take care of the man she loved.

Stacy held out a beer, waving the bottle in front of Amber's face till she finally took it. Amber's friend was dressed in an equally scandalous swimsuit. She'd chosen a white monokini, which was essentially just string that rested against her nipples-but with no patches of material to cover them-and a small patch of fabric at the bottom that did almost nothing to hide her pussy. It rode up between her ass cheeks and came up over her shoulders, a V of string at her front and back. It was basically nothing. Her tits were as free as Amber's, nipples rubbing along the string, and the little fabric patch so tight against her pussy it was already transparent from her sweat and arousal.

Jack stood at the helm, easily steering the boat along the waves. He had gone just as scandalously. Shirtless, his belly and back were a slick, hairy mess. The only thing he wore was a bright, shiny blue banana hammock that cradled his balls and cock tightly and rode up between his fat hairy ass cheeks, squeezing his waistline to make a large pouch of fat fall over the waistband.

In any other time and circumstance, both Amber and Stacy would have been disgusted at the sight of the fat hairy older man wearing something like that. But since they knew his sexual prowess and were both now completely invested in cuckolding the kind and fit man waiting back at the cabin, the sight of this bloated man that was going to get earthly delights most only dreamed of, made their nipples harden and pussy's moisten.

Amber stared at Jack with a fondness, a sort of love she was quickly starting to understand wasn't the sort of love she had for her husband. Or even for Stacy. It was love for how he made her feel, how free she felt indulging with him. There were no expectations with Jack. It gave her a level of primal abandon, liberation from the expectations of being a working woman and wife. To Jack, she was just pleasure. And that's what he was too. They accepted it and loved each other for it.

Jack eased off the throttle and let the boat slowly come to a stop near the center of the lake. Gentle waves splashed against the sides of the boat. A soft breeze cooled their already sweating skin and moved the clouds overhead to help shade them from the sun. Turning, body undulating like the same waves lapping at the boat, Jack turned with a cocky grin and put his hands on his fatty hips. "Well girls. Here we are. All alone. Can't get more isolated than this honestly. No one for miles. And no nosey cuck husband wanting to interrupt our fun."

Taking a slow sip of her beer, Stacy rolled her eyes at Amber, a grin on her lips behind the lip of the bottle. Amber agreed without uttering a word, taking a deep drink of her own beer. Jack was such an asshole. So full of himself. It was hard to tell how much of it was legitimate and how much was an act. Probably an even combination of both.

The rotund man came over and opened the cooler, grabbing his own beer, and waddled back to his captain's chair, sitting down with a loud thwump and opened his fat thighs wide. The bulge of his banana hammock was straining in the thin shiny material. His cock head was already trying to peek out over the waistband and balls bulging with wiry hair just slightly around his thighs and leg holes of the suit.

Amber's pussy moistened, making her suit slick between her thighs and rubbing more firmly against her clit. The grotesqueness of Jack in that swim suit was somehow fucking erotic. She quietly wondered for a minute just how depraved she was going to get as she and Bill dove deeper into this lifestyle.

"Ladies… I think it's time you got to work." Jack leaned back, gulping down his brew and looking at the two women expectantly. He knew the game they were playing, and even if Bill wasn't here to witness it, the rules were still the same. Jack was in charge. And Stacy and Amber were his willing submissive sluts.

Stacy stood up and stretched, letting her breasts bounce and slip free easily of the string of her monokini. She swigged her beer until there was only a little bit left and started to saunter over to the fat man that had found himself in the luckiest position of all time. Leaning in, breasts hanging tantalizingly, Stacy pressed her mouth to Jack's kissing deep and intimate, beer and suds dripped down their lips and chins. She hadn't swallowed her beer, instead, she was sharing it with Jack, feeding it to him as they kissed. It dripped down onto his hairy chest and Stacy put her hand on him, rubbing the cool liquid into his chest.

Amber rose from her seat and watched for a second, eyeing Stacy's fat ass in the monokini as it split her cheeks. Feeling frisky and playful, she came up behind her friend and poured some of her beer down between Stacy's ass cheeks, soaking the little patch of fabric so it instantly became so transparent it was just a thin sticky film over her pussy.

Jack was moaning into Stacy's mouth, tongues exaggeratively twisting and flicking, lips sucking in sloppy kisses as Stacy moved her hand down his chest, over his soft belly and came to rest on his bulging suit.

Not to be left out, Amber gave Stacy's ass a slap and then knelt down in front of Jack with a sort of reverence she hadn't yet given to her husband, and maybe never would. She poured the rest of her beer over the bulging banana hammock, making the material cling even tighter to Jack's oversized penis. Putting her now empty bottle aside, Amber leaned in and began to suck the shiny wet material that was clinging to the man's heavy balls. She slurped and squelched, allowing the sounds to echo in the empty air of the lake.

Jack let out a gasp as Stacy finally pulled back, teeth pulling his bottom lip with a soft growl. She quickly knelt down to join Amber, her mouth encircling his other testicle still held tight by his swimsuit. The girl suckled and lavished his balls with praise and worship, their mouths loud and wet and sloppy as they spit over the material, soaking it and making it stretch and stick to the man's nuts.

"Fuck." He groaned, leaning back a little further, allowing himself to slump down and legs open wider so the girls could feast on his balls. "That's it… oh holy shit this is fucking heaven." He tipped back his beer and gulped it down as two beautiful women far out of his league swallowed his testicles like they were starving.

Amber groaned around his heavy ball, eyes briefly opening to watch Stacy doing the same thing. Eventually their mouths pulled the balls out from under his hammock and were sucking and licking on the salty sweaty, hairy skin. Jack panted loudly, letting his groans come out full throated, no longer holding back for fear of someone hearing. His cock grew and stretched, straining against the banana hammock, tip peeking out from under the waistband and his bulging belly.

"That's it girls. Gargle my balls. Give me the royal treatment. I want to feel your full worship. Fucking Bill is never gonna experience this… never hear. I want this for myself." He looked down at Amber. "Hear that?"

She popped her mouth off his sticky testicle. "Yes Daddy. Bill will never get to experience this, I promise. Only a real man like you gets to feel this pleasure. Bill's just a cuck. A little dicked dumbass." She didn't mean any of that obviously, not like Jack was probably imagining. But she loved the naughty, dirty talk. The humiliation even if her husband couldn't hear it. It made her feel naughty, dirty, like a cheating slut, which heightened every feeling and every action.

"That's fucking right. Not even sure why you invited him this weekend." Jack put a hand on the back of Amber's head and pulled her back towards his balls. "Now gargle them, bitch."

Amber took his ball into her mouth and worked up her saliva so she was gargling the fatty ball, coating it with messy bubbly spit. Stacy was mirroring her, saliva overflowing around the corners of her swollen lips and down her chin onto her tits.

"Yes! OH fucking fuck yes." Jack grunted. "Slurp it all up, come on girls. Fuck."

They gargled and spat, worshiped and licked and sucked till his testicles were soaking and dripping, the banana hammock pulled so that it was wedged down the middle seam of his sack. It was probably painful but combined with the girls' mouths, it was a paradox of mind-blowing pleasure and torture.

"Shit… shit… oh." The man moaned louder and louder feeling the girls slurp loudly until he poured his remaining beer all over their heads and his balls. "Suck it up. Come on. Get drunk on my nuts!"

Amber cringed for a second when the cold brew dripped into her eye, but quickly started sucking and tasting the bitter hops and the salty skin mixing together and gushing at the taste.

Jack maneuvered in his seat, lifting his fatty legs up over the arms of the chair and slumping a little more. "Get lower girls. I wanna feel those slutty tongues on my asshole."

Stacy brushed back her hair and quickly dove in, pulling his suit aside and lapping deeply at his puckering ring. Amber joined, tongues lashing at his anus, cheeks pressed to his hairy ass cheeks. His hands grabbed them, tangling in their hair and pushed them harder and deeper between his fat cheeks. "Eat it. Come on sluts, eat my fucking ass!"

They moaned together, lashing and spitting and slurping and sucking just like they had with his balls, which were pressing against their faces, smearing them with their own fluids as they became the sloppiest sluts they could for this fat arrogant asshole.

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Bill sat on the front porch with a beer, staring out at the lake. At the small dot that was the boat his wife and Jack and Stacy had gone out on. Nature had its soft, rhythmic sounds that filled the quiet, but every once in a while, Bill could hear something that wasn't so natural.

Grunts like animals. Moans. Cries. Screams. All sounds of twisted pleasure that was making him rock hard in his shorts as he stared out and wondered what was happening. What were Amber and Stacy doing for that lucky, fat fuck? What was he doing to them? Would he ever know? Would Amber tell him? Let him experience the same things? Or was he going to be kept in the dark and denied?

Not for the first time, he considered texting. Calling. Begging Amber to come back. Or at least just testing her promise that she'd answer and come back at a single word.

But Bill kept himself calm. Drank his beer. And stared out at the beautiful scenery as he was left alone and wanting.

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"Dumbass husband… can't fill… you like this… can he." Jack grunted, panting as he thrust over and over and over, keeping the pace even though his face was red and his lungs were burning and he was covered in sweat. Amber was precariously sitting on the back of the boat, half her ass hanging off, her legs wrapped around Jack's large waist. Her tits were bouncing freely as Jack held onto her wide hips and pounded deep into Amber's dripping pussy raw.

Her head hung back, hair spilling out and hanging over the quiet waters, the slaps of Jack's thighs and belly against Amber's firm stomach sounding identical to the lapping waves that hit the boat. "OH fuck… " She moaned loudly, feeling Jack's massive cock stretching her wide, her lips gripping him obscenely tight and dragging over his shaft every time he pulled out, only to suck him in as he thrust forward again.

"Say it!" Jack groaned, fingers digging into her hips. "Say your dumbass cuck boy back on shore can't fill you like this."

"OH fuck Jack. You know he can't. OH god, Bill can't even fill me half as much as this… fuck… fuck you're so big. So goddamn big!" Her hands gripped his arms, holding herself up so she didn't fall back into the water.

"Fucking right. Big. Fat. I'm fucking huge in this tight cunt. Whose cunt is it slut? Huh? Who owns this little slit?" He thrust hard, making her ass bounce off the side of the boat and then slap back down hard, no doubt bruising her cheeks.

"You! OH fucking shit, you baby! You daddy! OH god, Jack, fuck me, make me forget my cuck hubby all alone back at the cabin." She was gasping, fully letting herself fall into the debauchery of her love for this fat man who was staking claim of her like some primal caveman. The remnants of her dreams, of the burning fire and the man she loved standing at the center while she was half in the shadows being used by less deserving males. But she loved it. She relished in it. Let the burning passion and lust illuminate and burn her.

"You fucking love my cock." He grabbed hold of the back of Amber's head and pulled her into a sloppy wet kiss, all lips and tongue, and spit.

Amber sucked his tongue, biting it and letting it invade her mouth as he kept slamming his cock into her cunt, making her splash juices all over the deck, making it slick.

The sound of splashing water interrupted the fevered fucking on the edge, and Jack briefly looked over to see Stacy climbing back onto the boat from the ladder that was hung on the side. She had discarded her swimsuit, not that there was much to it, and had gone for a quick swim completely nude in the lake. Now she was emerging, her tits swaying, water sluicing off of her toned and curvaceous body. She didn't bother grabbing a towel or hiding any of her nudity, instead she walked over like a water goddess, hairy, matted and plastered to her face and shoulders. She pulled Jack's face to hers and kissed him hard and deep as he kept thrusting his fat hips into Amber.

Jack groaned into the woman's mouth, torn between wanting to continue owning Amber's burning pussy and sliding out of her and taking a turn with her big titted friend.

Stacy took the choice away, pulling away from the kiss with a grin and giving his hairy ass a hard slap, then walked to the cooler and pulled out a cold beer from the ice. Sitting in the captain's chair, she spread her legs wide, flashing her pretty cunt, twisted the top from the beer and tossed the cap into a trash bin. Taking a deep swig, she watched her friend and her neighbor fucking on the side of the boat, eyes hot with twisted lust.

Jack angled Amber slightly and pushed one of her legs out so that Stacy could see his fat shining cock pistoning in and out of Amber's cunt. His shaft was coated in cream, glistening in the noon sunlight.

With a quiet hum of approval, Stacy settled back and brought the neck of the bottle to her pussy and rubbed it over her swollen lips. Jack watched as she moved the mouth of the beer bottle along her slit and then found the opening, pressing it into her tunnel slowly with a deep groan. The brown glass pressed inside, stretching her pussy and vanishing inside. She began to slowly match the pace of Jack's hips, fucking herself with the beer bottle, tilting it enough to spill the brew into her pussy. She felt the cold and the fizz and the liquid splashing against her walls. It overflowed and dripped to the floor with little spatters and splats.

"You're such a fucking whore." Jack groaned, still holding Amber open wide, looping them all together into a cycle of lustful watching and fucking.

"Mmmm your whore." Stacy groaned, popping the bottle out of her pussy and bringing it to her mouth, opening her lips and letting the beer flow into her mouth like a mini waterfall. She sloshed the drink in her mouth and swallowed, then inserted the bottle back into her pussy and kept pace with Jack again.

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Bill mechanically pulled out two slices of bread and laid them on the counter. Like a robot, he took out cheese, lettuce, mayo, pickles, assembling them into a sandwich and then taking a bite and chewing, counting each motion of his jaw before swallowing.

His eyes moved to the window, looking out onto the lake.

The boat was out there, a small dot in the large splash of blue sky and water.

It'd been hours. No text. No call. All he'd heard was some cries that could have easily been from a gull as from one of the girls.

He walked out onto the porch and stared. The sandwich was gone. He'd eaten it all and couldn't remember. Didn't even feel like he'd eaten anything. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe all of this was a dream and he was still back on that fateful night, his birthday, out on his deck with his wife getting his first ever blowjob.

Bill slumped down in one of the deck chairs and pushed his shorts down, pulling out his cock and stroking it, staring out at the boat where his wife was. Where Stacy was.

He tried to imagine what was happening as he stroked, the hardness coming from his denial. Knowing they were so close but so far. That they were out in the open but invisible. It was unfair. It was cruel. And god help him, Bill felt the burning jealousy flowing through his veins and making his cock throb with the need for more.

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"OH shit shit shit!" Stacy cried, her tits swaying under her as she gripped the side of the boat, bent over with Jack behind her. He had his fat cock balls deep in her asshole. It was painful and blissful and everything in between. "OH fucking shit you fat fuck, fuck my ass… fuck it!" She reached back, hand on his fat stomach that was sitting atop her bouncy ass like a shelf.

"Fucking take it whore. Take my fat cock up that shit hole!" Jack grunted, slapping her ass hard on either side as he thrust and thrust and thrust, making the woman lurch forward, holding tight to the side of the boat.

"Think you could be a little louder? I don't think they heard you in town." Amber laughed as she lounged in a small inner tube that was tied to the back of the boat. She was slumped in the center, naked, letting the sun soak into her pale skin.

"OH fucking god!" Stacy screamed, arching her back and somehow letting more of Jack's cock into her backdoor. "You'd… fucking scream too… if he was in… your ass!" She panted, flipping Amber off.

Amber just laughed and let her hand trail in the water, every so often scooping up some of the water and letting it drip over her breasts and stomach and chest to cool her warm skin. "Shut the… fuck up." Jack grunted, gripping Stacy's hips. "Just… fucking take it." He was burning up, skin red and sweat dripping down his hairy body as he pounded into the fat ass in front of him.

Stacy groaned, gasping at the feeling of being stretched, of being used. "Fuck… fuck… fuck!" She groaned, looking back at Jack again. "Do it Jack. Come on Daddy, make me cry. Make me scream. I want your balls in my ass you fucking fat creep." Her praise and teasing and filthy words were all mixing together as she chased her orgasm, her pussy leaking and dripping down her soft thighs.

"Yeah. Yeah. OH fuck so fucking tight… I'm gonna fill this butt with my fucking cum."

"Do it! OH god Jack fucking shoot your load in my ass!" Stacy was screeching like a banshee as her orgasm finally overtook her, pussy squirting all over the deck of the boat and pushing Jack right over the edge with her.

His cock swelled, spasmed, and began shooting his thick cum deep into Stacy's bowels. It added to her orgasm, making her legs shake and breath catch. He rammed hard, making her ass ripple. Jet after jet of cream filled her and started to overflow and leak as he gripped the woman's hair and pulled hard, roaring with his triumph of owning Stacy's fat backside.

The comedown was quick, Jack stumbling back into the captain's chair while Stacy collapsed onto the decking. They both groaned. Breaths short and shallow. Semen dripped out from Stacy's ass, down her cheeks to the decking. Jack slumped in the chair, cock flaccid and dripping with left over juices. He was burning up and started to fan himself as he reached to the cooler and pulled out a beer and also a handful of ice, pressing it to his chest and face, letting it melt all over him and helping to cool his overheated skin.

Amber watched her lover and friend for a minute, still lounging and humming to herself as she trailed her hand through the water. Soon it would be her turn to get an ass full of Jack's cum, but for now she was content to relax, letting her mind drift back to Bill, wondering what he was doing.

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Back on shore, Bill was listening to the echoes of a cry of ecstasy, shooting his load all over his hand as he could only wonder who it was that was cumming and why.

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ

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 Subtitle:Neighborly Chronicles Alternate Universe Pt. 11
   Teaser:Amber and Bill's journey continues
 Category:Loving Wives
      URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/neighborly-chronicles-au-pt-11
Published:2024-08-29
Bill was staring into his garage refrigerator at all the unopened beer packs, as they were clearing up after the party. He was wondering why his wife, Amber had told him they were running short on beers. He always knew how much beer they would need for their parties and even stocked extra beer for emergencies. Bill thought maybe Stacey had heard Amber wrong. He also remembered Stacey looking a bit flushed and nervous. He shrugged it off to all the sun and excitement that day.

His thoughts lingered back to Stacey. The image of her dressed in the bikini top and shorts similar to Amber, flashed in his mind. The way her huge breasts bounced in the bikini made his cock twitch in his shorts. Bill remembered how his co-workers and friends had drooled over Stacey's body, and Stacey didn't mind the attention. In fact, she relished it, knowing the effect she had on men. Bill liked that about Stacey—how confident she was about her body and sexuality, and the way she owned it.

Bill had always thought his wife's friend was attractive. Anytime the three of them went out, he saw the envious looks of men, seeing him with two beautiful women by his side. He would be lying if he said he did not look forward to seeing Amber and Stacey together, competing in their pool party every year, especially the chicken fight.

Throughout the barbeque, Bill was on the edge. Watching Amber interact with David had turned him on so much. The way David and Amber worked together as a team for the beer pong and bags game, had him on the edge. He was thankful to be behind the grill, as he could not get his stiff cock to calm down.

But watching them in the pool for the chicken fight, drove him wild. The way David and Amber looked next to each other in the pool. His beautiful wife in her sunflower bikini. He could not see David's hands as they were submerged in the water, and his imagination ran wild.

Was David touching his wife in front of all his friends and co-workers? Would Amber let this asshole, who gave him so much grief every day at work, let him try something naughty just to tease him?

He watched David carry Amber on his shoulders, and hold on to her legs. He even noticed David moving his hands over his wife's thighs more than necessary, or when wrestling, tried to steady her by touching her ass.

Fuck, was Amber purposely letting this asshole touch her to tease him?

He was so frustrated and yet so turned on; he had to relieve himself. He quickly went inside the house before anyone could notice his hard-on and headed for the bathroom downstairs.

Once inside, he pulled out his cock and frantically jerked off to the mental images of Amber bent over on their pool deck chairs; her breasts were pulled out from her bikini top, and her bikini bottom was around her ankles, as David drove his cock deep into his wife's pussy from behind. Amber's face contorted in pleasure, as David would look right at him with that shit-eating grin and spank her ass. His friends and co-workers watched and cheered David on, as he pumped Amber's pussy with his cum.

"Fuck," Bill groaned, as he came quickly, blasting his cum, aiming it in the toilet bowl below so that he wouldn't leave a mess. Little did he know that at that exact same moment, his beautiful wife's lips were wrapped around his despicable co-worker's long cock just a floor above him, in his own bedroom. David was experiencing something from his wife, Amber, that he hadn't yet felt. And soon, David covered Amber's pretty face with thick cum, while Bill cluelessly, was downstairs with his friends and co-workers.

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Jack was pacing by his side gate; he was furious the entire day watching Amber tease and flirt with that young punk. The only time his mind was off Amber was his encounter with Stacey. He smiled wickedly at the memory and looked over the fence to see Amber and Bill cleaning up by their pool. He clenched his fists, remembering Amber and David in the exact spot not long ago.

Jack couldn't believe why he felt so jealous. Amber was not his wife; they were not in any relationship or have any exclusive pact, but why did he feel so possessive watching Amber with David?

He was mad at Bill. "What the hell was Bill thinking, introducing his wife to such a sleaze bag?"

"Was he going to let his wife fuck every asshole in town?"

Bill really needed to get this act together and stop thinking with his dick.

Jack looked above his fence to see Bill go into his garage. He quickly opened the side gate and walked towards Amber, who was beside the pool.

"What the hell were you doing?" Jack asked Amber, as he held her arm and pulled her to the side.

Amber was surprised by Jack's action, but she felt annoyed when he manhandled her like he owned her. Amber looked up to see Jack's angry face; she had never seen him like this before.

"What are you doing, Jack? Let go of my arm," Amber said irritatedly, as she shrugged off from Jack's grip.

"What the fuck were you doing flirting all day with that little punk from your husband's office?" Jack demanded.

Amber took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She was trying to understand what was going on with Jack. Amber was surprised when she realised Jack was actually jealous. She had never seen this side of Jack before.

"Look, it was just a few games, I did it to tease Bill, that's all." Amber lied. The image of her earlier today on her knees before David's cock flashed in her mind, and she looked away in shame.

Jack sensed Amber was lying to him and pushed for the truth.

"Oh really, so what were you guys doing inside after the games?" Jack asked.

Amber looked away, not meeting his eyes.

"So why did that sleazy asshole leave the party early with a shit-eating grin on his face?" Jack prodded Amber.

Amber knew Jack wanted her to admit what she did with David, but she was not going to give Jack that satisfaction. "What I do, and whom I do it with… is none of your business, Jack. So go home," Amber said, with a glare.

Jack lost his temper, seeing how stupid Amber was acting. "Did you suck his cock? Are you going to fuck him, too… like a slut?" Jack asked, through gritted teeth.

Amber was furious hearing those words. Jack may have called her a slut a hundred times, but that was different. That was when she was in the moment, when she was acting and putting on a show for her husband. She was not going to let Jack boss her around like he owned her. "Who the fuck do you think you are talking to me like that?"

Jack knew he had crossed a line. He tried to calm down and reason with Amber. "Look, you don't know assholes like him. They will do anything to get into your pants."

"Oh, that's mighty rich coming from you, Jack," Amber said, in an even tone.

Jack thought back to the night when he had drugged Bill to sleep with Amber. It was not his proudest moment, and he realised the irony of what he had just said. Jack knew, he himself, was thinking with his dick at the time. Besides, if Bill did not have this crazy fantasy of watching his beautiful wife with an asshole, he, himself, would not have had a chance with Amber.

Jack saw Amber roll her eyes at him.

"I'm not going to let some asshole treat me like this in my own home. Now, get the fuck back to your house, Jack," Amber said.

Jack realised he was getting nowhere with this argument and could not reason with Amber in this state. He just stared at her and saw how beautiful she looked, even when she was angry. Jack just wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck some sense into her right there.

Amber was not backing down, as she glared at Jack.

"Fuck," Jack muttered to himself, and with clenched fists, stomped back to his house.

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A few blocks away, Stacey was in her bed in her apartment. She was exhausted from the events of the day, but her body felt charged and craved sexual release. Stacey was wearing a loose t-shirt that was hiked over her breasts, and her panties were bunched around one of her legs. She was tugging on her nipple with one hand as the other held her phone. Her legs were spread wide as she stared at her phone screen.

"Come on, say it for the camera again," came Jack's voice from behind the camera.

Stacey had never recorded herself during sex with any of her partners before. Stacey was so turned on watching Amber's videos with her ugly neighbour that she imagined herself in Amber's place. It also gave Stacey another perspective on how she would look and sound while having sex. The idea of being able to relive those moments intrigued her.

So when Jack asked with a dirty smile if she wanted to make a video like her best friend, Stacey had readily handed over her phone to Jack.

"Yes, I thought about Amber and you fucking in her office," admitted Stacey. She was on her knees in front of Jack in the video.

Stacey had been looking forward to meeting Jack ever since Amber had mentioned her well-hung neighbour. The videos Amber had shown, only flamed Stacey's lust. The images of Amber and Jack, how roughly he treated her, and the dirty things he made her friend do and say, had Stacey rubbing her pussy most nights.

But last week seeing them fuck in Amber's office and the sight of Jack's cock covered in Amber's cum had her soaking wet. She was so turned on, but tried keeping herself busy with work.

Later, Stacey had gone back to check on her friend. Amber and Jack had left the office, but just the sight of Amber's office had Stacey creaming her panties. Amber was always professional and treated her workspace with respect. The thought of her acting so out of character just for Jack's huge cock had Stacey intrigued about her friend's older neighbour. Amber had not even locked the door; what if someone else had walked in? It only showed how badly her friend had it for Jack's cock.

Stacy had always had a fantasy of being fucked at work, but had never had the opportunity. But seeing her friend's office in such disarray, made her crave the fantasy even more.

Like a good friend, Stacey locked the door and went to work cleaning Amber's office before anyone else noticed. Desperately ignoring the thick scent of sex and the wetness growing between her thighs, Stacey had started to put everything back in its place.

Stacey was picking up the photos and files scattered on the floor. Stacey flipped the photo frame in her hand and saw it was Amber's wedding day photo. She saw Amber and Bill smiling, holding hands, and looking into the camera. Amber looked so beautiful in the off-shoulder wedding dress that they had picked out together. Stacey remembered standing right next to the photographer in her blush pink bridemaid's dress when the photo was taken and smiled fondly at the memory.

She suddenly felt something wet and sticky on her fingers and inspected it, as it was all over the photo frame.

"Fuck," Stacey moaned, realising that it was Jack's cum that must have oozed out from her best friend's pussy. Amber must not have realised that they had knocked down the photo frame, or that it was lying face down in the puddle of their sexual slime.

Watching the cum dripping on the pristine wedding photo, Stacey just moaned, knowing this was so wrong, but her pussy gushed again at the sight. It brought a mental image of Amber in her wedding dress bent over her desk, her dress bunched around her waist, with Jack standing behind her, his shorts around his ankles thrusting into her pussy. Stacey was standing in front of them with her own bridesmaid dress hiked up, watching them as she fingered her pussy.

"Holy shit," Stacey moaned into the empty room; at the perverse image in her head.

Instinctively, her fingers moved to her lips, and when the salty mixture hit Stacey's taste buds, she couldn't hold back.

Stacey sank to the floor, leaning against Amber's desk. She slipped her hands under her work slacks and soaking-wet panties. Her pussy felt so good against her fingers as she rubbed herself furiously, imagining the dirty coupling in the exact same spot an hour ago. She came so hard while licking two more globs of cum from her fingers.

So Stacey knew she would be lying if she said she had not been looking forward to meeting Amber's ugly old neighbour and his fat cock.

Jack's voice from the video brought her back to reality.

"And what did you do while thinking about me fucking your best friend?" Jack's voice asked, lilted with a smile.

"I touched myself," said Stacey, her cheeks flushed.

"Oh, come on, you don't need to act so shy. I saw the way you were looking at my cock. So you fingerfucked your pussy while thinking about my cock, fucking your married friend's pussy," Jack said, in a sly tone.

The camera picked up the effect Jack's crass words had on Stacey.

Stacey couldn't believe how this ugly neighbour of her friend was talking about them.

The camera clearly showed how turned on Stacey was, as she bit her lower lip and stared at the bulge in front of Jack's shorts.

"So you want to see it, huh? You want to see the cock that makes your married friend's pussy dripping wet?"

Stacey just nodded, looking up at Jack.

"Pull it out. This is the cock that made your best friend a cheating slut."

Stacey slowly lowered Jack's shorts and his boxers. Stacey let out an audible gasp on seeing Jack's throbbing cock up so close. Jack's cock was not even fully hard yet.

Stacey felt her pussy gush, as she watched herself on the screen. Stacey couldn't believe how slutty she looked with the huge cock right next to her face. The cock was almost as big as her face, from her forehead to her chin. Stacey added another finger to her already wet pussy.

"Go on, touch it. I know you want to. It won't bite," Jack said, in a teasing tone.

Stacey complied, taking Jack's cock in one of her hands and marvelling at how heavy it was. She then used both her hands and was amazed as her fingers didn't meet around Jack's girth. Even with both her hands wrapped around his cock, a few inches Jack's meaty cock and his plum-sized cockhead was still sticking out.

Her hands slowly started moving up and down, jerking Jack's cock of their own accord. Her fingers could feel the veins running along Jack's meaty shaft, and her eyes never left his thick cock. Jack's cock was then oozing pre-cum onto Stacey's hands, streaming down her manicured fingers. She stared at it, as if hypnotised by it.

Jack remembered Amber saying Stacey had known about them since that night of the Super Bowl. So Amber must have shared a lot of the details with her friend. Amber must have definitely told her friend about how roughly he treats her and how he spanks her. Maybe even showed Stacey some of the videos they had taken. So if Stacey knew of how he treated her best friend, and was still here in front of him, that would only mean she didn't mind the rough treatment, or better wanted to be treated like one herself. Jack smiled at this revelation.

One of Jack's hands entered the video and was slowly running his meaty fingers through her silky hair. He was petting her like an obedient dog.

"That's it, slut, jerk my cock. This is the cock that stretches your married friend's tight pussy more than her husband's little dick. This is the cock that your best friend cleans with her slutty mouth, just like yours," Jack said, as he traced his thumb over Stacey's lips and pushed it inside her mouth.

Stacey sucked on Jack's meaty digits, as if sucking on his cock.

"I am sure your friend has told you about all the ways I fuck her. Did she tell you how I fucked her that night in front of her husband? Did your friend tell you how I fuck her raw? Are you as slutty as your friend? I bet you are; otherwise, you wouldn't be here on your knees, jerking my cock after having met me hardly an hour ago," Jack laughed.

On screen, Stacey's eyes were glued to the drop of pre-cum oozing from Jack's slit and licked her lips.

Jack must have seen her too, as he said from behind the camera, "Go on, slut, taste it. You know you want to."

Stacey couldn't believe the audacity of this ugly man. He had hardly known her an hour ago, and was calling her a slut. Although she couldn't blame him, as she was the one on her knees, practically in front of a stranger, admiring his cock.

Stacey's body was in heat as she complied to Jack's request.

Stacey stuck out her tongue and ran it over Jack's cockhead, capturing the pre-cum on her tongue. She looked up at Jack and made a show of swallowing it, humming in pleasure.

"You like the way my cock tastes, bitch? Your friend loves swallowing my cum and can't get enough," Jack laughed.

Stacey felt a pang of jealousy hearing Jack's words. Even with her down on her knees and sucking on his cock, Jack was constantly comparing her to Amber. Her competitive side wanted to show Jack how good she was, and how she could please him more than Amber. Stacey set to work, doubling her efforts. She started fisting Jack's cock and lapping at his cockhead; she wanted to show Jack she was not a novice when it came to blowjobs.

Jack immediately picked up the signs of Stacey's slutty side, as it surfaced. The way her hands held his cock in a firm grip, how she moved her tongue along his cock, the way her lips swallowed his cock, her eyes staring back at Jack with confidence—Jack knew Stacey was a seasoned slut, and he intended to fully take advantage of it.

"Fuck, yes. This is not your first time; is it slut?" Jack asked, gripping her hair and guiding his cock deeper. You are not like your friend, are you? You have sucked a lot of cocks, haven't you, you slut?" Jack said, pushing his cock into Stacey's throat.

Stacey didn't answer; she just stared at Jack defiantly. He wasn't wrong; Stacey had sucked a lot of cocks. She wasn't ashamed of it.

Jack smiled at Stacey; he loved breaking feisty women like her. He started slowly thrusting his cock in and out of Stacey's mouth, showing her how he would fuck her pussy.

Stacey held onto Jack's thighs and took it, letting Jack know she can handle it. She started moving her head on her own and pushing Jack's thick cock deeper down her throat.

Jack was in heaven, feeling Stacey's throat contract around his cock. He stared at Stacey's breasts swinging as she moved on his cock. He couldn't hold back as he reached out and groped her breasts roughly over her bikini top. He slipped his hands inside, feeling the warm, soft flesh. He could feel Stacey's hard nipples against his palms. Jack took her nipples between his fingers and started pinching and pulling on them.

Stacey hissed in pain and pleasure; she loved having her breasts played with roughly. Stacey was amazed at how cocky and arrogant Jack was. He barely knew her, but quickly understood what her body craved.

"Fuck, I can't wait to have my cock in between these puppies," Jack said as he roughly kneaded Stacey's breasts. "Suck harder, you slut, and maybe you can even taste your best friend's pussy on my cock," Jack sneered.

Jack's filthy words made Stacey work harder on his cock. She swirled her tongue and cleaned the messy cock of her spit before diving back down to take it deep in her throat.

"Do you want to feel my cock stretch your pussy? Do you want me to fuck you, like I fuck your slutty friend? Do you want to be my slut like your friend?"

Jack wanted to see how far he could push Amber's friend. "But I don't want just another slut. I already have one right next door. So if you want to feel my cock in your tight pussy, you need to be more than that. You need to give me something more than your slutty friend can give me."

Stacey looked at Jack as she lapped at the sides of Jack's cock.

Jack pulled Stacey off his cock by her hair, and asked again. "Answer me, you little slut."

SLAP.

Jack gave Stacey's ass a spank and waited for her to answer.

"Yes, I will be your slut."

SLAP.

"Yes, I want you to ruin my pussy with your cock."

SLAP.

"Yes, I'll be more naughty than my best friend."

SLAP.

"That's a good slut," Jack smiled, not believing his luck of having two gorgeous women as his fuck-toys.

Stacey looked up at this ugly old man treating her like a slut. Stacey had always been wild in bed; most men she had been with, enjoyed that about her. She loved trying new things and was not afraid to get a little dirty. Stacey was not always submissive, but with the right man, she didn't mind playing the part. It gave their ego a boost and made them more confident, which showed when they fucked her harder—which was exactly how Stacey liked it—so it was a win-win situation.

Stacey had seen some of the videos Amber had taken with Jack, and knew Jack liked to dominate his woman. She was sure it gave this ugly man a huge ego boost to treat beautiful women like Amber or herself like his slut, with whom he never had a chance. Stacey also remembered how Jack loved it when Amber talked dirty in the videos. This brought a smile to her lips.

"Fuck, Jack. You want me to be a better slut than Amber," she said, looking straight at Jack, as she licked along the sides of Jack's cock. "You want me to be more dirty, more slutty. You want to stretch my pussy with your big fat cock." She teased in a sultry voice, "You want to ruin my pussy… Daddy?" remembering more details from Amber's videos.

Jack groaned at the dirty words. He couldn't believe how slutty Amber's friend was. With Amber, he had to slowly corrupt her into talking dirty or doing naughty things, but he quickly learnt that Stacey was the wild one—she had turned up the heat within seconds.

Stacey could feel Jack's cock twitch and knew he was close to cumming. She remembered how Jack was obsessed with spanking Amber's ass and talked about taking her anal virginity. She smiled to herself and went in for the kill.

"Do you want to spank my ass, Jack? Turn it all red and ripe with your handprints all over it. You want to stick your cock deep in my ass; I know Amber doesn't let you do that."

Jack just groaned at Stacey's words.

"I want you to fuck my ass on all fours like a bitch. Do you want to feel my tight ass wrapped around your cock, you stud? Do you want me to suck your cock clean after you pound my ass, Daddy?"

Stacey felt Jack's balls tighten and his cock twitch. She wanted Jack to feel in control, at least for now. "Cum for me, Daddy, paint my face with your cum," Stacey moaned, as she aimed Jack's cock over her pretty face.

"Fuuuuck… " was all Jack could muster as his cock spewed ropes of cum all over Stacey's face. Jack was not prepared for the onslaught of filthy words from Stacey.

The image of her own face covered in cum on the screen sent Stacey over the edge. "Fuuuck," she repeated, Jack's words as her fingers strummed her throbbing clit. Stacey's body spasmed as the orgasm rocked her body.

The phone continued to play the video as Stacey slowly came down from her orgasm. The video had changed view, as Jack must have dropped it beside him on the couch. It showed Jack's face in confusion.

Jack couldn't remember the last time he came this quickly from just a blowjob. He felt like he had lost control. He wanted to dominate Stacey and show her who's boss. He grabbed Stacey by her hair and pulled her off his sensitive cock.

"If you want more of this cock, I want you to send a picture of your wet pussy and address," Jack growled at Stacey in the video, before it went blank.

Stacey smiled, as she grabbed her phone and aimed the camera at her pussy.

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It was a beautiful evening. Bill stared at his stunning wife across the table. Amber looked gorgeous in a deep blue dress with a low neckline. She wore a matching pair of earrings and heels. Her hair was quaffed neatly over her head, showing off her long neck.

Bill smiled at Amber as she was saying something animated about an incident at work, oblivious to the effect she had on the people around her. Bill had noticed a lot of men and some women's heads turn when they walked into the restaurant. Some looked at her in jealousy and others with lust, but Amber's eyes never left his gaze. Bill was proud to have Amber in his arms and smiled, knowing how lucky he was to be with her.

Both their work schedules had been hectic the last couple of weeks, and Bill wanted to reconnect with his wife. So he surprised her with a reservation at the new restaurant that had recently opened. He had heard Amber mention the place to him during one of their mundane conversations and wanted her to know he was listening. Sometimes, after three years of marriage, it's the little things that matter. They had just finished a wonderful dinner and placed an order for dessert. Bill was glad they had taken a cab as he finished his second glass of wine.

"What?" Amber asked, seeing him smile.

"Nothing. You are so beautiful," Bill said sincerely.

"Stop it," Amber said as her cheeks flushed.

"But thank you for tonight, Honey. You don't know how much I needed this," Amber said to her husband.

"Bill," a voice called from behind them.

Both Bill and Amber turned to see a tall brunette woman standing behind their table. The woman was around their age and was dressed in a tight black dress.

Bill saw the beautiful woman smiling at her and recognised her.

"Sarah," Bill said, standing up and greeting her.

"I thought it was you. It's been so long. How have you been?" Sarah said with a warm smile.

"I'm doing good. Thank you," Bill said and turned to Amber to introduce her.

Amber saw the exchange between Bill and the stranger and thought she saw her husband's face flush for a second. Amber thought it was probably nothing, and she was imagining it.

"Sarah, this is Amber, my wife. Amber, this is Sarah; we went to college together," Bill said with a nervous smile.

After a few minutes of pleasantries, the waiter returned our dessert. Sarah apologised for interrupting their dinner and excused herself.

Amber tried getting Bill back to their conversation before Sarah's arrival, but her husband seemed distracted. They got back to their light banter and took a cab back home.

A flood of memories about Sarah filled Bill's mind, but he tried to act normal. Bill hoped Amber didn't notice the nervousness in his face, but he knew better. Amber was always perceptive, but she didn't say anything, and Bill was thankful for it.

The ride back home was mostly silent; Amber didn't want to push Bill and gave him space. She knew her husband would come back to her when he was ready, but she suspected his silence had something to do with Sarah.

When they got back home, Bill walked into the kitchen to get some water. Amber moved to the couch and sat.

Bill looked at Amber on the couch and sighed. He knew he had to come clean, and talking with Amber always helped him clear his mind. When Bill saw Amber pat the seat beside her, he walked to the couch and sat next to her. He lied down on the couch and placed his head on Amber's lap. He closed his eyes as the warmth of Amber's body comforted him. Amber always sensed when something was troubling him.

She ran her fingers through Bill's hair and gently asked, "So, you want to talk about it, sweetheart?"

Bill opened his eyes and stared into Amber's deep blue eyes with a warm smile. "Sarah was my ex before I met you," Bill said in a low voice.

"I figured that much," Amber replied.

"Bad break-up?" She asked tentatively.

"Not really," Bill said. Amber remained silent, stroking his hair, waiting for him to continue.

"Sarah and I had been dating for three months. Things were good between us. One Friday night she went out with her friends, and I just stayed in to catch up on some work. It was almost 1am, but I wasn't worried. Sarah usually stayed back at her friend's place if it got too late," Bill paused before continuing.

"Sarah had been using my laptop earlier that day and had not signed out. I realised this when I saw a notification pop up on my screen from her friend's phone."

"We are outside the club; the cab's almost here. Where are you?" Her friend had texted.

"You guys carry on. Going to Brad's place for a drink," Sarah replied.

"For a drink, huh? (winking emoji). I knew it when I saw you guys making out by the back."

"God, he is so big, like you said. I could feel him against me when we danced," Sarah texted.

"More like when you were dry humping him on the dance floor."

"Blushing emoji."

"Have fun, you slut."

"My heart beat faster seeing the messages. I read them and reread them a hundred times that night.

I got another notification saying Sarah was tagged in a social media post. I quickly opened it to see a picture of Sarah with her friends at the club. The next image showed a bunch of guys sitting around their table. My heart pounded faster when I saw Brad sitting next to Sarah. Her eyes seemed slightly glazed, which could only mean she had been drinking more than usual.

You must know Sarah was not a promiscuous girl in any way. She was sweet and caring. She always dressed modestly and was outgoing. She loved sports and was on the volleyball team. I knew some of her teammates she hung out with were pretty slutty. But I trusted Sarah's judgement with whom she chose to hang out with.

But Brad, on the other hand, was on the football team and was known to be a player. He was a jock; there were rumours of him being with a classmate's mom and even a married professor. and he knew it. I knew the rumours of his huge cock were true, having seen it in the locker room. He was known to have fucked half the cheerleading squad. There were rumours of him being with a classmate's mom and even a married professor. Everyone knew he was arrogant and loud, but all the girls swooned over him.

I tried to reason that there must be an innocent reason why my girlfriend was going to Brad's place. Maybe she was going along with a friend so that they could get back together. But deep down, I knew why she was going to Brad's place and what would happen there. I was angry and mad at Sarah.

I paced in my room frustrated and suddenly realised right the very moment Sarah was cheating on me with that asshole, Brad, and his huge cock.

A succession of mental images flashed in my mind.

'Sarah on her knees sucking on Brad's cock.'

'Sarah's face as he slid his cock into her pussy for the first time.'

'Sarah's moans as Brad's thrust into her hard.'

'Sarah on all fours as Brad fucked her from behind.'

'Sarah cumming on Brad's cock as he pounded into her.'

'Sarah's face covered in Brad's thick cum.'

"Fuck," I said in frustration as I couldn't get the images out of my head, but my body was responding in a different way. I looked down to see my cock hard as a rock. Why the hell was I so turned on knowing my girlfriend was cheating on me?

That night I masturbated three times to the mental images of Brad and Sarah fucking.

Later that night, I wondered why I never called her or texted her. I knew where that asshole, Brad lived. I could have knocked on his door and punched him in the face. Why did I not try and stop her? Deep down, did I want this to happen? I fell asleep with those questions running through my head.

The next day I woke up and decided I would confront Sarah, make her confess, say I knew she cheated on me, call her a fucking slut, and break up with her. But when she entered our apartment at noon that day, Sarah seemed nervous and couldn't look me in the eyes. In my mind, I had rehearsed what I wanted to say to her, but the moment I saw her, all my blood rushed to my cock. I was so frustrated and turned on; I pushed her against the door and took her right there. We fucked all over our apartment that day. It was as if I was trying to reclaim her, and she, feeling guilty, completely gave in to me, like she wanted to reconnect with me. We both agreed it was one of the best sex we had until that point in our relationship. That day she didn't confess about her infidelity, nor did I break up with her.

After that day, things went back to normal, or so I thought. For the next two months, I was constantly on the edge. That was when I discovered my fantasy to watch my partner be taken by another man.

My mind was fucked. I would secretly obsess over every little thing she did.

If she went out with her friends, I wondered if she was on her back at Brad's place, taking his huge cock.

If she was texting on the phone, I wondered if she was texting Brad or some other guy.

If she laughed at something on her phone, I wondered if Brad was joking about what a dumb boyfriend I was, oblivious to his slutty girlfriend.

If she called me, my ears would perk up listening to the sounds in the background. Was she sucking on Brad's cock, or was he fucking her right now as she spoke to me?

I never understood why, but in all of these moments, my cock was hard as rock. I was so turned on, and when Sarah was not around, I started watching porn or reading stories on literotica. All of them with the same theme, of a cheating girlfriend and a willing boyfriend who wanted to share or watch his partner be with someone else. I would constantly be horny, and our sex life was amazing.

I would crave to find evidence of her affair. Anytime she came back from her volleyball practice all sweaty, I wondered if it was because Brad had just fucked her. I would kiss her passionately, wondering if Brad had just cum in her mouth. When Sarah would resist saying she was tired or felt icky with all the sweat and just wanted to have a shower, it only flamed my curiosity. Why is she resisting me? Is she trying to hide something from me?

I would drop to my knees and go down on her sweaty pussy. My mind would play tricks on me. Does her pussy taste different? Did Brad just fuck her raw? Am I tasting his cum? Sometimes this turned into passionate sex, but mostly it just left Sarah annoyed and me panting on the floor with a hard on.

Other times when she was horny and initiated sex, I would wonder what Brad did to get her so horny. Did he tease her all day? Had they been sexting? Did she just fuck Brad, and was she making me eat her creampie? Would they both laugh about this tomorrow?

As the weeks went by, my thoughts grew darker, and I imagined Sarah being a cruel and mean girlfriend who would belittle me while she fucked Brad behind my back. Little did I know how wrong I was.

It had been almost two months since that night when Sarah and I got into an argument over something stupid. I was mad and left to get drunk while she stomped to her friend's place. When I got home that night, Sarah was not home.

The next day Sarah got home, her eyes were all puffy, and I knew she had been crying. I held her in my arms as she confessed she had cheated on me. She was so mad at me and had left for her friend's place. Her friend suggested going out for a drink to cheer her up.

And as fate would have it, Brad happened to be there at the club that night. A very drunk and pissed Sarah left with him, and before long she was on all fours in his room getting fucked and cheating on me again. After ten minutes,, one of Brad's friends walked in on them. Sarah tried to stop Brad but he kept fucking her, and his friend slowly moved to the bed and pulled out his cock. Brad urged her to suck his friend's cock while he slowly fucked her. Sarah had never done anything like this before, but being pissed at me gave me a reason to go along. As she was getting spitroasted, Brad and his friend laughed and hi-fived each other. Sarah looked up and heard them say, "I told you she was a fucking slut who couldn't resist a cock."

At this comment, Sarah stopped and asked what was going on. It turns out Brad had planned for his friend to join them to fuck her. The next minute, Sarah had kneeled Brad and his friend in the balls. She left for her friend's place, leaving the two guys rolling on the floor in pain.

She said she was up all night and felt so stupid for cheating on me, a loving boyfriend with some asshole like Brad. She apologised and begged me to forgive her. Lucky for me, we were sitting at the dining table, or she would have seen the raging hardon. I forgave her, and things went back to normal.

A few days later, the devil on my shoulders took over again. I asked her about that night she was with Brad. It started off innocently; how did they meet? How they ended up at his place, but I kept pushing her for more details.

When she asked why I was so curious, I told her I just wanted closure. At first, Sarah would reveal bits of what happened. After my constant pestering, she sat me down and decided to confess once and for all. Turns out, Sarah had cheated on me only those two times. The first time was when I accidentally found the message. Both Brad and Sarah were really drunk, and Brad had come within five minutes, and they both just fell asleep. The second time was when she was pissed off at me, and that ended with Brad and his friend rolling on the ground in pain.

Honestly, I was disappointed with the reality, and my mind still craved the fantasy. So I decided to bring it up as a fun roleplay. When we were having sex the next time, I would ask her

'Was Brad's cock bigger?'

'Did you like being a slut for Brad?'

'Did you enjoy being spitroasted by Brad and his friend?'

At first Sarah did try to get into the roleplay and say dirty things to fuel my lust. But one day she put a stop to it, saying she really did not enjoy it as it reminded her of being a cheating slut. She said it only made her feel more guilty and bad about herself. I tried reassuring her it was just a fantasy and she need not feel guilty about it. I realised I was asking her for something she was not comfortable with, so I decided to let it go.

Things went back to normal, but the fantasy stayed with me. The dirty thoughts and mental images kept haunting me until one day I confessed my fantasy to her. Sarah was shocked at my fetish, and we got into a huge argument. We broke up after that. I felt ashamed and believed I was sick for having such a perverted fantasy. I decided to never share that part of me with anyone.

Not until you found out about my porn history. But you, honey, accepted my fantasy and went along with it, doing all those things with Jack. Not judging me or thinking I am sick in the head. You embraced my fantasy as if it were your own. I could share anything with you, even my deepest and darkest parts of my mind, knowing you would not judge me for it.

I think if there was any other woman in your place, they would have told me I was a sick pervert and left me. Especially if I had encouraged them to flirt or do those dirty things with an asshole like Jack," Bill said. His voice croaked with emotion.

"I'm so sorry if I ever pushed you to do things that you were uncomfortable with," Bill said.

Amber's eyes filled with tears hearing Bill's confession. She stopped him with a soft kiss. She was so glad Bill felt comfortable sharing his fantasy with her. Now she understood the origin of Bill's fantasy, how it evolved, and how he was so afraid to share it with anyone until now. It made her feel even more special.

"You did not make me do anything. Yes, I did all those things for you, but I did them because I wanted to," Amber said.

"I love you," Bill said, looking into Amber's deep blue eyes.

"I love you too," Amber said, and they kissed softly at first, but then turned passionate as Amber slid her tongue into Bill's mouth.

A naughty idea popped into Amber's mind.

"So," Amber said with a sly smile.

"So," Bill replied, enjoying the mischievous glint in Amber's eyes.

"Sarah cheated on you, huh?" Amber asked.

"Yes," Bill admitted with a lump following in his throat, anticipating where Amber was going with this. His cock twitched in his pants, Amber noticing it just smiled. She reached for Bill's cock, softly caressing it over his pants and feeling it grow under her touch.

Amber leaned forward and gave Bill's cock a tight squeeze before whispering in his ear, "Do you want to know how naughty Sarah was?".

"Fuck, yes," Bill groaned.

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Jack stared at his phone again and threw it on the couch angrily. He thought maybe Amber would come to her senses in the morning and realise how stupid he acted yesterday. Jack thought Amber would call to apologise for the way she had spoken to him yesterday.

He knew something had happened between Amber and David. Jack wanted to punch the slimy asshole in his face when he saw him leave with a shit eating grin. He didn't know why he felt so angry.

He was so mad at Bill for putting the idea of his asshole co-worker in Amber's head. In fact, he wouldn't put it past Bill to use the pool party as an excuse for his wife and David to meet.

That dumb ass really needed to stop thinking with his cock. Amber needed to know that she couldn't just go around and fuck any asshole in town. Bill may be fine with it, but Jack sure was not.

Amber might think she was doing all this to tease Bill, but she did not know assholes like David. Jack knew how their minds worked, well, because he was one of them. Amber had been flirting all day, and if anything else had happened between the two, which Jack was sure of, then David would want more. He was actually trying to protect Amber from that scumbag, and Jack did not do such things for anyone. Amber should be thanking him, not screaming at him. He was so mad at Amber for the way she spoke to him.

The one upside to the pool party was that he did not expect Amber's friend Stacey to be such a slut. He did not expect her to submit or suck his cock so eagerly. But when he thought about the first day Amber was between his knees, it didn't take her long either after seeing his huge cock. Maybe it was true that all these beautiful women had a slut sleeping inside them; all it takes is the right situation and the right cock to unleash it.

Jack wanted to teach Amber a lesson. The only way to put Amber in her place was to deny her what she craved the most from him. Jack knew it was a risk that could end what he had with Amber, but he had to take the chance.

Jack was getting tired of all the rules and the games that Amber always seemed to care about. Jack also knew it was not Bill making up all these rules like before but Amber herself who was holding back. He needed to show Amber what he could really give her if she just let go. He wanted Amber to come crawling back to him and beg to be fucked right in front of her husband.

He didn't want competition from other assholes. He had the perfect relationship with Bill, and Amber wanted things to remain the same and didn't want anyone else messing up his game.

Just then a ping from Jack's phone got his attention, notifying him he had a message. Jack saw the message was from Stacey and opened it. Jack stared at the message with an evil grin as an idea formed in his head.

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Amber parked her car in the hospital parking lot. She knew today was going to be a busy day. She checked herself one last time in the mirror. "You got this," she told herself as she stepped out of her car.

Amber saw Stacey entering the hospital and ran to catch up with her friend. It had been a couple of days since the pool party. Amber had wanted to catch up with Stacey about what had happened between her and Jack that day.

Both of them were quite busy at work, but if Amber was being honest, she felt Stacy was trying to avoid her. She hoped Jack had nothing to do with it.

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"Stacy, wait up," said Amber as she caught up with her friend.

"Hey," Stacy said, looking at her friend.

Amber noticed that Stacy looked a little flushed and asked, "Are you feeling okay?" Amber asked with concern.

"I am fine. I just didn't get enough sleep last night," said Stacy, sounding a little nervous.

"You are attending the review meeting, right?" Amber to her best friend.

"Yeah, I'll meet you in your office, and we can grab some lunch before going in together," said Stacy.

"Sure, how about we catch up for coffee after work?" Amber asked.

"Yeah, that would be great; see you later," Stacey said as she headed to her office.

Amber thought maybe Stacy was seeing someone. That's why she had been leaving work early. She made a mental note to ask Stacey about it later.

It had been three hours since then, and Stacy had just finished checking up on her patients. She only had 10 minutes before the review meeting started. Amber messaged Stacey to check where she was.

Amber had not gotten a reply from Stacey, which was strange because Stacey always answered her texts, even if she was busy and not able to call back.

Amber entered her office and was shocked at the sight in front of her.

Jack was sitting in her chair with his shorts on the floor, and Stacy was kneeling before him sucking on his cock.

Stacy's scrubs shirt was high above her breast, and her bra was lowered down to reveal her ample breasts and hard nipples. Her pants and panties were around her ankles. Amber could see pink handprints all over Stacey's ass. A shining object in between her asscheeks caught Amber's attention.

As if on cue, Jack leaned down, slapping Stacey's ass, and grabbed each cheek in his hands, spreading them.

Amber gasped, realising the shining object was a buttplug. Jack looked at Amber with a sneer and pushed the buttplug deeper in Stacey's ass, making her groan in pleasure.

Stacy had one hand wrapped around Jack's thick cock and the other between her legs.

"We have been waiting for you," said Jack as he saw the shocked look on Amber's face.

"Stacy, what the fuck is going on?" stammered Amber.

Stacy pulled her mouth from Jack cock's and turned to see Amber. Her face was a mess with saliva and Jack's precum.

"I'm so sorry, Amber. I just couldn't resist," Stacy said, jerking Jack's cock.

"All right, that's enough catching up, bitch. Get back to sucking my cock," Jack sneered as he grabbed his cock and slapped it on Stacy's face.

A string of cum and saliva made a wet slap slap noise as Jack slapped Stacy with his cock.

Amber's mind was still reeling from the scene in front of her and said, "But… but we have a meeting in 10 minutes."

Jack held Stacey's ponytail and began to push her face on to his cock, not letting Stacey respond.

"Yeah, you better cover for your slutty friend. She's going to be busy for the next hour," said Jack with a wicked smile.

He then began to trust his cock deeper and faster while Stacy held on to his thighs. Jack was face-fucking Stacy hard while glaring at Amber, daring her to stop him.

Amber realised she was rubbing her legs together at the sight before her. She felt her panties getting soaked at the sight of Jack using her best friend like a cocksleeve.

She checked her watch and knew she was already late for her meeting, and Stacy was in no state to make it. She backed out of her office and quickly headed for the meeting in a daze. Her mind was filled with questions about what she had just witnessed.

What the hell happened between Stacy and Jack at the pool party?

Was Jack blackmailing Stacey or forcing her? If that was the case, Amber swore she would kill Jack if he used any of his dirty tricks with her best friend. She wouldn't put it past Jack, remembering the time he had first blackmailed her with the video of the Super Bowl night.

Was she responsible in any way for Stacy to submit to Jack? Amber felt guilty.

Amber couldn't deny that she felt a pang of jealousy when she saw Stacy with Jack.

She thought no other woman would give Jack the time of day. Amber herself was indulging Jack only for the sake of Bill's fantasy. So Amber just assumed it was only her that Jack was hooking up with.

Seeing how comfortable Stacy was sucking on Jack's cock, Amber knew that this was not the first time.

Was Jack getting bored of her?

The competitive side of Amber kicked in as she remembered Stacey recounting all her slutty encounters. Amber always knew Stacy was more experienced and wild when it came to sex. Was her friend better at sucking Jack's cock than her?

Just then a voice called, "Will Stacey be joining us, Amber?" questioned one of the senior doctors in the meeting.

That got Amber out of her daze, and she quickly answered, "I'm sorry, doctor. Stacy is feeling a little under the weather, so she's taken the day off," said Amber, covering for her friend.

Just then a series of pings sounded from Amber's phone. She quickly apologised as she turned her phone to silent mode and saw the messages were from Stacey.

It was a photo with the caption, "Your friend is a fast learner.".

Amber's eyes went wide as the photo loaded in her phone. Stacey's mouth was stuffed to the hilt with Jack's cock, and her nose was buried in Jack's pubes. Amber could see Jack's hands holding Stacey's head in place. Stacey's face was red with a vein popping out; her eyes were rolled back, and tears were rolling down her face, ruining her make-up.

Stacy quickly turned off the phone and thanked that no one was sitting beside her.

Stacy's panties were getting more soaked as the meeting progressed, thinking of all the things Jack and Stacey were doing at the exact same moment in her office.

She could feel her phone buzz several more times in her pants and dared not to look at it.

By the time the meeting was over, Amber was uncomfortably wet between her thighs, and she rushed past her colleagues to the employee's bathroom, which she knew was rarely used.

She locked the bathroom and pulled out her phone. She sat on the toilet as she stared at the image of Stacey's ass stuffed with one of her markers with a caption, "I hope you don't mind if your friend borrowed your marker."

"Fuck," Amber thought. It had been months before Jack had played with Amber's ass, but here he was playing with Stacey's asshole within days of meeting her.

There were two more videos that Jack had sent from Stacey's phone. Amber was glad she had her earphones with her.

Amber groaned as she grabbed her crotch and kneaded her mound in desperation. She was so turned on, her pussy ached for some attention. She slipped her hand into her pants and was shocked to find her panties completely soaked. Amber looked down to double check she had not soaked through her pants. Amber couldn't believe she was doing this at work. She had always taken her career seriously and never let people underestimate her for her looks. She had always treated her work space with reverence until Jack had showed up at her office last week and tainted her professional space.

Amber pulled down her pants and panties in one swift motion and sat on the toilet. She stared at her phone and pressed play on the first video.

Jack's sweaty face came into view. Based on the picture in the background, Amber knew he was sitting on her desk.

"Look at the new trick; this bitch just learnt," Jack said with an ugly smirk as he shifted the camera view.

Amber could see his hairy chest and pot belly. As the camera moved lower and Stacey's face came into view, she hungrily slurped on Jack's meaty cock. Her face was covered in sweat and Jack's cock slime. Stacy had both her hands wrapped around Jack's thick, veiny cock. She was pumping Jack's cock with both hands while sucking on his cock head. She was running her tongue from the underside of his cock to his slit.

"Do it, you dirty slut," growled Jack.

Stacy looked straight into the camera and winked before lowering her head. She stopped at Jack's balls; she lapped at his ball sack and took each of his balls in her mouth and sucked on them. Her lapping tongue slowly inched lower, licking Jack's taint, and then her face moved even lower. Amber heard a guttural moan from Jack. It hit Amber what her friend was doing to this ugly bastard.

"Fuck," Jack and Amber both groaned in unison. Stacey was rimming Jack. Amber spread her legs wider and stuffed two of her fingers deeper in her pussy as she watched the depraved scene on the screen.

"That's it, you nasty slut; show your friend how filthy you are," Jacked encouraged her.

Amber couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her best friend, an intelligent and independent woman, was debasing herself for this fat, ugly bastard.

Just when Amber thought things couldn't get any more nastier than this, Stacy drew back, spread Jack's ass cheeks wider, and loudly spit on it. She drove right back in and licked Jack's sweaty ass crack up and down. Licking all the sweat from Jack's hairy crack. She then drew back once again and stuck her tongue out. She stiffened her tongue and attacked Jack's asshole like a possessed woman.

"Holy Shit," Jack moaned. With the phone in one hand, he used his other hand to hold the back of Stacy's head and push her deeper into his ass.

"That's it, you nasty slut, tongue fuck my asshole. Show your friend how it's done," Jack groaned.

Jack's hand faltered, and Amber could see Stacy holding up Jack's thigh with one hand and the other hand between her legs furiously rubbing her pussy.

Jack held Stacy's face tightly against his ass. Amber could see Stacy's tongue deeply burrowing into Jack's asshole, her nose against his balls breathing in his musky scent. Stacy's eyes rolled back. Stacy's whole body shuddered in pleasure.

Did Stacey just cum licking Jack's ass and smelling his balls? Amber wondered.

The screen went black as Jack had dropped the phone. Amber could still hear the wet slurping sounds from Stacey's expert tongue and the animalistic grunts from Jack.

"Fuck, I'm cumming you nasty slut. Get up here; I want to paint your pretty face with my cum," Jack said, breathing heavily. The video ended with Jack's groans.

Amber was furiously pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy and with her other hand, she immediately clicked play on the second video.

In the next video, Amber noted the phone was propped on her bookshelf. It showed a side profile of Stacy squatting at the edge of Amber's desk while Jack was pounding her from behind.

Jack had a handful of Stacey's hair and was pulling her head back, making her back arch. Stacey's body was covered in a sheen of sweat and sexual fluids. Her face was still dripping with Jack's cum. Stacey's huge breasts were swinging in rhythm to their colliding bodies. One of Stacey's hands was pinching her nipples, and the other was in between her legs, playing with her clit. Wet slapping sounds filled her office.

Jack's hairy body was slick with sweat. He was holding Stacey's hair with one hand, and his other hand was behind her. He must have been playing with the butt plug in Stacey's ass, as Stacey's face contorted in pleasure every time Jack's hand moved.

Jack looked directly at the camera with a wicked smile, leaned forward, and licked the skin on Stacey's back. Stacey's eyes were closed, and she moaned as she felt the wet tongue across her skin.

"Say it slut," Jack said through gritted teeth.

Stacey just groaned in response. Jack let go of Stacey's hair and reached around to grope her tits roughly. He gave a sharp slap on Stacey's ass.

"Tell me what you want, you big tittied cow," Jack snarled and took hold of Stacey's nipple with his pudgy fingers. He twisted and pulled it away from her body as he delivered a series of slaps on Stacey's ass.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Stacey hissed in pain.

"Yes, you ugly bastard, fuck my ass. I want to feel your fat cock deep in my guts; fucking make me your three-hole slut," Stacey groaned in ecstasy.

Amber couldn't tell if Stacey was fully aware of what she was offering Jack. Amber knew Stacey was no anal virgin. Amber knew from all the sexual exploits of her best friend that, in fact, Stacey enjoyed taking it up her ass. She had always encouraged Amber to try the pleasures of the backside. But she also knew Jack's cock was quite a large specimen and wondered if Stacey would really be able to take it in her ass.

Jack looked at the camera with a smirk as he relentlessly pounded Stacey's pussy. By the look on Stacey's contorted face, Amber knew he was hitting one of her secret spots. Amber was amazed at how quickly Jack was able to find these sensitive spots in a woman's pussy. Stacey's squatting position and the angle in which Jack was driving his cock upward from behind, he must be hitting spots in the back of Stacey's pussy that no one has touched before. Amber could see her best friend's body quickly begin to tremble in pleasure. Amber imagined what it would feel like to experience Jack's cock in this position. She had three fingers in her pussy and was close to cumming herself. Her heavy breathing and the wet squelching sounds from her pussy filled the bathroom.

"Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh my god, yes, right there you fat fuck. Don't stop, don't you dare stop," Stacey groaned as she came on Jack's cock.

Amber's own orgasm was triggered watching the ecstasy on Stacey's face.

"Oh fuck," Amber repeated her best friend's words as she came.

Amber's mind filled with jealousy as she saw her best friend cum on Jack's cock. Her body craved to be roughly handled by the ugly man on screen, and her pussy ached to be filled with his meaty cock. Amber also noted that Stacey was not submissive to Jack like she was. Stacey was equally aggressive as Jack and demanded her pleasure rather than pleaded with him.

Amber realised she had not tried this position with Jack yet. She would maybe ask Jack the next time they were together. Will there be a next time with Jack, Amber thought to herself? Amber knew Jack was mad at her for teasing David at the pool party. With Stacey offering Jack all the wild sex, would he want to be with Amber again? With only two weeks left for their anniversary, Amber was running out of ideas. She wanted to make at least one last video with Jack that would blow Bill's mind away.

And then it struck Amber: Is this how Bill felt when he watched her with Jack? She never fully understood Bill's fantasy of watching her with another man, but now it made sense. How turned on she was watching Stacey and Jack. Although her craving was for Jack's cock, she understood the fantasy of watching someone she cared about get fucked by an asshole like their arrogant neighbour. The taboo nature of their pairing or the depraved acts they did that no one would ever imagine. Is this why Bill was so turned on by this fantasy? Is this what he craved to see?

Amber's train of thought was interrupted with a message from Jack that read

"You better help your friend clean up before anyone else walks into your office."

It had been almost two hours since Amber left Jack and Stacey in her office.

Amber let out a gasp when she opened the door to her office. She was shocked by the state of her office. All her files were strewn across the floor. The air was thick and pungent with the smell of sex and sweat.

Amber was even more shocked at the state of her best friend. Stacey was in Amber's chair naked. Her face was covered in thick globs of Jack's cum. Stacy's eyes were glazed, and her mouth was stuffed with her own yellow panties. Her hands were tied behind the backrest with her matching bra. Stacey's breasts were deep pink from the rough groping, and her nipples had filing clips attached to them. Stacey's legs were placed on the armrest on either side of the chair, causing her thighs to spread wide open. Her pussy red and puffy and was still gaping from the pounding it had received. A steady stream of Jack's cum was oozing out of Stacey's pussy and pooling on Amber's chair. Amber wondered if it would leave a permanent stain on the seat and how she would explain it to the custodian.

Amber's eyes went wide when she looked down to see Stacey's asshole stuffed with four of her markers.

In all the times Amber had been with Jack, he had never been so rough or left her in such a state. Amber figured it was mostly because of the way Stacey challenged Jack's dominance. Stacey had always told Amber about her sexual encounters, but Amber never thought her best friend was this wild behind closed doors.

Jack had thoroughly fucked Stacey out of her mind.

A small part of Amber was jealous that her best friend was able to experience such heights of pleasure. This made Amber's pussygush into her already soaking pussy.

Amber was concerned about Stacy, and she pulled out the panties from her mouth. Amber combed her fingers over her best friend's hair, comforting her.

"Are you all right? Stacey," Amber asked in a concerned voice as she felt a thick glob of cum on her fingers.

"Fuck," Amber said, staring at her hand and wiping it with Stacey's panties. She pictured Jack standing over Stacy with an arrogant smile, looking at his handiwork and wiping his cock in Stacey's hair. That fucking bastard, Amber thought to herself as she used the pants to wipe some more of the cum on Stacey's face and breasts.

Amber helped Stacey cleanup and got her a quick cup of coffee from the cafeteria. Luckily, she always kept a spare set of scrubs in her office. Stacey changed, and both of them moved about cleaning the office. They got into Amber's car and drove to Stacey's apartment. They were silent throughout the drive until they stopped in front of Stacey's apartment.

"I am so sorry; I should have said something to you," Stacey said quietly.

"Honey, there is nothing to apologise for. Well, now you know why I keep going back to that asshole for more," Amber said. That made both of them giggle.

"Let's talk about it another day. I'm sure you're tired from all that workout," Amber teased.

"You would know, since you have been working out regularly," Stacey teased her friend. Amber's cheeks turned pink.

Stacey thought her friend looked cute and pulled Amber in for a hug.

"Thank you," Stacey said genuinely to her friend and kissed her cheek before getting out of the car.

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Amber drove back to her house in a daze, thinking about the events of the day. Amber was horny and was constantly reminded of her arousal by the wetness between her thighs. She really wanted to get fucked and groaned in frustration, remembering Bill saying he would be working today. But lately, because of the condoms, Bill's cock was leaving Amber more unsatisfied and frustrated.

Amber decided on a hot shower as the pulse setting on her showerhead felt even more appealing. As she was removing her clothes, she felt something wet in her pocket. Amber pulled out the wet cloth and realised it was Stacey's panties.

Amber stared at her best friend's underwear in her hands. It is still wet and drenched in Stacey's pussy juice and Jack's cum. Her body craved a taste of Jack's cum. This is so wrong, Amber thought to herself. Amber's curiosity got the better of her as she lifted the sodden panties to her nose and took a deep breath. She inhaled the musky aroma of the combined juices of Jack and Stacey. She couldn't resist sticking her tongue out and licked the soaked gusset of Stacey panties. Her slow licks turned into hungry lapping and sucking, and before she knew it, Amber's hands were between her thighs, furiously rubbing her clit while sucking the gusset of her best friend's panties.

Amber's mind convinced her that she was doing this depraved act only because she was craving Jack's cum and nothing more. But deep down, Amber knew there was more.

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Stacy clicked on the link that Jack had sent her and was shocked at the costume he wanted her to wear when they were meeting next.

Stacey knew Jack was just seeing how far he could push her. She knew if she said no, Jack wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Maybe Jack was trying to shock her or make her feel uncomfortable, but Stacey just smiled at his antics as she knew Jack was in for a surprise.

Stacy had never been with a man like Jack before. She had been on a lot of one-night stands, but always with the same kind of men. It was not intentional, but lately all the men her friends, coworkers, or family set her up with were of the same mould. They were around her age, good-looking, great career, and looking for something serious or just a night of fun. Even the men that she thought were cute in the club would not come up, assuming she was above their league.

So Stacey never thought being with a fifty-year-old man would be so exhilarating and freeing.

The only thing going on for Jack was his huge cock and the way he knew how to use it. But at the end of the day, he was just a fat, hairy, ugly old man who would have no chance of being with Amber or her in any other circumstance.

With all her other dates, it was constantly about impressing each other inside and outside the bedroom.

Stacy knew at the back of her mind that she was holding back, not being her true self, afraid of what her partner would think of her or how they would judge her.

What if he thinks I am too slutty?

What if I like him a lot and he just thinks I am a slut for doing this?

But with Jack, the only thing that was running through her head was,

So you think I am not up for it.

So you think I can't do that or be that dirty?

It was a constant competition of pushing each other's sexual boundaries.

Stacey felt so relieved for once, not having to impress or hold up to any standards in front of this ugly old man.

She also thought this could be her one chance to go crazy and try some of her wildest and dirtiest fantasies without being judged or having to worry if anyone from her life would know about her kinky side.

She saw Jack as a living sex toy that she could use to her advantage.

Jack was nobody to her. He didn't know his friends, her family, or anyone from her professional life, and it would stay the same. There would never be a chance or an occasion where she might need to introduce Jack to any of them.

So, Stacy decided if she was going to be a slut for Jack, she was going to be the filthiest slut he had ever seen or met. She was going to be more depraved than any whore he had paid for and rock this ugly bastard's world.

Jack is in for a surprise. Stacey thought with a smile as she clicked on the buy now icon on the roleplay costume.

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Bill whistled a happy tune as he parked in his driveway.

He had finished work earlier than he expected, and they had sent the details of the project to the client for further approval. But he had to admit it would not have been possible if David had not completed his part of the work on time. He was even more surprised when David thanked him for inviting him to his party. He said he felt more like he was part of the team. He also said that Amber was wonderful and accommodating. Bill thought he saw a smirk on his face when he said it, but Bill thought it was just his imagination. It was strange because David did not add any of his crude remarks. It was as if he was a decent person for once.

Bill thought back to what could have changed David's attitude.

Could the pool party really be the reason David felt part of the team, or did it have anything to do with Amber's flirting?

Either way, he wanted to show Amber his appreciation for being the perfect host and indulging his fantasy. So Bill had picked up flowers and chocolates that Amber loved on the way back. He smiled and walked to his front door.

"Honey, I'm home," Bill announced as he walked in. The living room and kitchen were quiet, but Bill confirmed that Amber was not on the ground floor.

A soft moan from upstairs caught his attention. It was coming from the direction of their bedroom. Bill's heart beat faster as he took one step at a time climbing the stairs. His mind flashed back to the night of the Super Bowl, at the sight of Jack and Amber in their bedroom, and his cock began to stir in his pants.

As he slowly climbed the stairs, the moans became louder.

Bill noticed Amber was saying something in between moans, but he could not make out the words. He noticed the bedroom door was open, as Amber was not expecting him to be home for at least another few hours. He stood at the entry to his bedroom and was stunned by the sight in front of him.

Amber was completely naked on their bed. She was on her knees, back arched, and with her face buried in the sheets. Amber was facing away from the door. Only the side table lamps were on, and Bill had a clear view of her wet pussy in the soft light.

Bill could tell Amber had been playing with herself for some time by her puffy lips and dripping wet pussy.

Amber's eyes were closed; one of her hands was pulling on her nipples while the other was in between her thighs, shoving a purple dildo deep into her pussy.

Bill knew the sex toy was the only one Amber owned. Stacey had gifted it to her years ago when Bill had to go on a week-long work trip. Stacey had joked that the dildo would keep my wife company until I was back.

Bill still remembered Amber's cheeks turning bright red when she first saw the sex toy. Amber had never used it much, at least not to Bill's knowledge, even though he had encouraged her. Amber would say his cock was all that she needed, and it kept her fully satisfied.

Bill wondered what had changed today that had his wife so worked up that she pulled out the silicon appendage.

"Oh, Jack," Amber said in a muffled voice.

That got Bill's attention. He was not sure he heard Amber right or if his mind was playing tricks on him.

As if on cue, Amber moaned loudly again. "Jack, please fuck me."

Bill's cock stiffened in his pants as he watched his wife masturbate, fantasising about their ugly neighbour.

Amber was breathing heavily as she pushed the dildo deeper and faster into her pussy.

Bill knew the sex toy was no match for the length and girth of Jack's thick cock.

"Fuck me, Jack. Fuck my married pussy," Amber moaned desperately.

Bill almost chuckled at what he saw next. Amber hands left her nipples as she brought it behind her, to her ass. Amber softly rubbed her own ass cheeks and tried spanking herself. She gave a few more slaps on her ass.

But Bill knew Amber's soft hands could never deliver the stinging slaps like Jack's calloused hands could. Bill remembered how roughly Jack spanked and groped his wife's ass. By now, Bill's cock was painfully hard, and he slowly massaged them over his pants.

Bill noticed the frustration on his wife's face; he understood how desperate Amber wanted to cum. He understood what Amber was trying to do; she was trying to recreate the fucking Jack had given her on the Super Bowl night.

He saw the pained look on his wife's face and felt sorry for her.

Bill didn't understand why he did what he did next. He did not think; he just acted on his instincts. His body just reacted to seeing his beautiful wife in front of him. He was just giving what his wife wanted—what she craved.

Maybe it was because of how turned on he was watching his wife masturbate.

Maybe it was because of hearing his wife moan their ugly neighbour's name and he wanted to punish her.

Or maybe it was out of frustration from being denied all these years.

Bill slowly moved towards the bed, lifted his hand, and gave a sharp slap on Amber's ass.

SLAP.

Amber was shocked when she felt the sharp sting on her ass. Her eyes went wide when she saw Bill standing beside their bed. She was so engrossed in her fantasy that she didn't hear Bill enter the house or call out to her. She was so aroused and frustrated, her body felt buzzed and edgy even after masturbating with Stacey's panties.

Amber tried to distract herself by cleaning up and getting to bed early, but images of Jack and Stacey in her office kept flashing in her mind. She was restless and couldn't fall asleep. She touched herself, wanting to take the edge off, but her pussy ached to be filled. So without much thought, Amber grabbed the only sex toy she owned and tried to relieve the tension between her legs. But the dildo was just not enough; her pussy craved to be stretched and filled by a real cock. She wanted to feel a warm body against hers, a raw cock rubbing against her vaginal walls, her hair pulled, her ass spanked, and her mind filled with filthy words.

The room was silent as Amber and Bill stared at each other. They were waiting for each other to respond or say something.

There were so many questions running through Amber's mind at the moment.

How long had Bill been standing there and watching her?

Did Bill hear her moan Jack's name?

Amber knew Bill would be curious as to what got her so riled up. She knew they would have the conversation, but right now she wanted something else. Her body was burning with desire. Amber felt so pent up with Bill wearing a condom when they had sex. She was so horny watching Jack fuck her best friend in her office and was craving a hard cock.

She wanted to get up and apologise, but something in Bill's eyes stopped her. Amber recognised what she saw in them—the look of wanting and lust. Amber knew her husband was turned on by what he saw, judging by his heavy breathing and flushed face. Her gaze was drawn to the bulge in his pants.

Both of them stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like ages.

Amber was so desperate to cum and her body didn't care how she got there. Slowly her mind registered the burning across her ass from the spanking; it was sharp, painful, and familiar. Almost like when Jack spanked her and her mind craved for more. Amber decided to take a chance as a naughty idea flashed in her mind.

Bill was confused when Amber turned around again and dropped her face onto the mattress.

"Jack, what took you so long?" Amber said as she slowly wiggled her ass in front of Bill.

Bill was confused for a moment, and then he realised what Amber wanted him to do. He couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at his wife's swaying ass. Was Amber really asking for more? After denying him all these years the privilege, was she really asking him to spank her ass, albeit while roleplaying as Jack?

Bill didn't care; if this was his one chance to spank his wife's ass, he would do it. He will pretend to be their ugly neighbour as long as he gets to spank his wife's round bubble butt.

Bill gave another slap, hoping he didn't hurt Amber. He was conscious and tentative this time, not wanting to cause his wife too much pain.

Slap.

"Oh, don't be such a pussy Jack. You know how I like it when you spank my ass hard," Amber groaned.

If that's how she wanted to play, who was Bill to deny her? Bill gave another hard slap. This time he didn't hold back.

SLAP.

"Why don't you let your husband spank your ass?" Bill asked.

"Oh Jack, my husband is so sweet and caring. I don't want him to treat me this way. I only want my daddy to be so rough, to pull my hair, spank my ass, and call me a slut," Amber said.

Bill was acting out of instinct, responding to Amber's words. He roughly grabbed her hair and smacked her ass hard.

SLAP. SLAP…

"Is this how you like it, you dirty slut?" Bill growled. He let go of her hair, suddenly conscious of how rough he was being with his wife.

Amber was enjoying this roleplay and was disappointed when she felt Bill's grip loosening from her hair. She knew she had to assure her husband it was OK. She was enjoying this roleplay and wanted more. She wanted Bill to get into his character as Jack and embrace this roleplay too.

Amber immediately responded, "Please don't stop, Daddy." My pussy is aching for your cock; my husband's condom-covered cock is leaving me so frustrated and unsatisfied.".

"Fuck," Bill groaned, hearing Amber's stinging words. He himself felt the same way wearing the condoms. Bill's cock was now painfully hard. He could sense Amber's naughty smile even though she was facing away from him.

Bill responded by grabbing Amber's hair hard and pulling it backwards, making her back arch. He was amazed at the valley her arch created and the dimples on her back. Bill groped and kneaded Amber's ass roughly, which made Amber moan.

Bill had never treated his wife this rough before; he was always caring and sweet. But right now, Amber didn't want Bill; she wanted him to roleplay as their crude neighbour. Bill imagined what Jack would do next.

He gave a series of spanks on Amber's ass. Bill was amazed at how his wife's ass jiggled with each slap.

"Fuck yes, Jack. punish my ass. Punish your ass. Spank the ass I keep in shape from all the hours at the gym for my husband." Amber moaned in satisfaction as her husband embraced his new character.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Bill was so turned on, his cock ached. He pulled out his cock while his fingers ran along Amber's ass crack down to her sopping wet pussy. He was surprised how wet his wife was as he easily slipped two fingers inside her.

"Fuck," both of them groaned in unison.

"Fuck yes, Jack. Finger my pussy. Finger my married pussy on my marital bed," Amber moaned.

Bill obliged, finger-fucking Amber while he jerked his own cock with his other hand. He could feel his wife's pussy juice flowing all over his hands. Bill wanted to feel his wife's wet pussy against his cock. It had been weeks since he had been using the condoms, and he badly wanted to feel Amber's wet, silky pussy on his cock. He moved behind and rubbed his cock along Amber's pussy lips.

Amber moaned out loud every time Bill's cockhead rubbed against her clit. Amber couldn't take it any more and begged, "Please fuck me, Jack. Fuck my married pussy while my husband is at work."

Bill couldn't believe how comfortable Amber had gotten with the dirty talk. He didn't know that their ugly neighbour had been training his sweet wife.

Bill reached for the side table to get a condom out of habit.

"Condoms are for my husband, Jack. Your monster cock gets to fuck me raw," Amber teased.

Amber remembered Jack's words—that only he wanted to fuck her raw and to make her husband wear a condom. Well, technically Bill was role-playing as Jack, so that meant she was still obeying Jack. This was just a small loophole, she thought to herself and smiled.

"I want to feel your bare cock, your thick veins rubbing against my pussy walls; I want to feel your thick cum flooding my married pussy, daddy," Amber teased.

"Oh, you fucking slut," Bill groaned at Amber's wicked words and drove his cock deep into Amber's pussy with a single thrust. Amber gasped and swore her husband's cock felt bigger.

"Fuck me hard, Jack. We don't have much time before Bill gets home," Amber pleaded.

"Do you want me to keep fucking you like this, you bitch?" Bill said with a hard slap to Amber's ass. Bill picked up the pace and was fucking Amber in a steady rhythm.

"Yes, please keep fucking me, Jack," Amber moaned.

"What about your husband? What about Bill? What if he walks in right now?" Bill asked.

"Fuck, I don't care. I don't want you to stop fucking me," Amber said in a breathy voice.

"What do you think your husband would do?" Bill pushed.

"There is a perfectly comfortable chair for him to sit and watch me get fucked," Amber said.

Bill groaned, and Amber felt his cock twitch inside her. Amber smiled internally, knowing she was driving her husband wild and saying all the right words.

"So you want your husband to watch me fuck your married pussy?" Bill asked.

"Yes, Jack, I want you to show Bill how to properly fuck his wife," Amber said.

"What do you think Bill would do watching us?" Bill asked fucking Amber harder.

"Bill would be sitting with his pants around his ankles, with his cock in his hands jerking off, as he watches you fuck his slut wife," Amber said.

"Oh fuck, you are so bad," Bill said with a hard smack on Amber's ass.

"So Jack gets your wet pussy while your husband gets to jerk off," Bill asked.

"Fuck yes," Amber hissed.

"What would you tell him?" Bill asked.

"Bill, honey, why don't grab a beer for Jack and thank him for fucking your wife?" Amber said in her sweet voice, breathy from their fucking.

"Oh fuck, you dirty slut," Bill groaned at the naughty words.

He grabbed Amber by her hair and spanked Amber's ass repeatedly as if punishing her.

His brain was high on lust, and his cock was overloaded with sensation, feeling the wet vaginal walls of Amber's pussy gliding around his shaft. Bill had missed this feeling the past couple of weeks.

He had been denied this pleasure by wearing the condoms. Bill couldn't remember why he agreed to using the condoms until the anniversary in the first place.

God, this felt so right. This was his pussy. This is where his cock belonged, buried deep in his loving wife.

Bill didn't know why he said it. The words just spilled out of his mouth before his brain could process them. Maybe it was because his brain was not functioning fully to its capacity with all the sensations his cock was feeling.

"So you want me to bring some more of those sleeping pills like last time?" Bill uttered in a daze.

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When the words left his mouth, Bill just wanted to slap himself. What the hell was he thinking?

But deep down, he knew exactly why he said it. When Bill came up after finishing his beer on the night of the Super Bowl, he had realised something.

The Amber that he saw on the bed with Jack pumping his cock in and out of her wet pussy was a whole different person. The way she acted and the words she said were a side of Amber that Bill wanted to see again.

He knew it would be hard for Amber to let go or say things when he was in the room, despite how turned on she was, but that was the Amber Bill's mind craved to see.

Be wanted Amber to let go, to watch her in her most primal and wild form, without having to think about the consequences of what she said or did.

Amber froze at these words. Her hips stopped moving. There was silence in the room with only their heavy breathing.

Bill knew how Amber felt about the whole issue of Jack drugging him to get into Amber's pants. He was thankful; Jack was not too crazy to give him any dangerous drugs, but he also knew if he had not been out of the picture that night, Amber would not have gone through the sexual transformation that she had undergone.

Ever since they started playing these games on his birthday, their relationship has changed both inside and outside the bedroom.

But after the Super Bowl night, Amber had become even more aggressive sexually. Bill loved this side of Amber.

Because most of the time it was Amber who was initiating sex, teasing him with photos, with her words, and wearing risque clothes.

Bill froze when he uttered those words, but his hips had a mind of their own. Had his stupid words put an end to their amazing night so far. He wanted to feel his wife's wet pussy on his bare cock, even if it meant just a few more strokes. His waist moved slowly, almost imperceptible, but Amber could feel Bill cock and slowly rub against her pussy walls.

It was as if they were begging her to go on.

Amber knew Bill didn't want to stop their crazy role-play, and neither did she. She thought about what would drive Bill crazy, and a naughty smile appeared on her face before she said.

"Don't bother with that, Jack. Bill will obediently sleep in the guest bedroom while we fuck on our bed," Amber said in a seductive tone.

"Oh, you fucking whore," Bill groaned as his hand delivered a series of slaps on Amber's ass for being so naughty.

Amber smiled internally on hearing her husband's response and knew she had said the right words.

Bill began to pound into Amber with even more vigour.

Bill knew the fantasy was no longer just his; Amber enjoyed it as much as he did. Amber would always be tentative about what she said. Bill was her husband and didn't want to hurt his feelings. But now he couldn't believe how easily the insults and cruel words rolled off Amber's tongue. It was as if a switch had been flipped inside Amber; what Bill didn't know was how much his neighbour was in control of that switch.

He wondered what else Amber had fantasised about with Jack.

"What else do you want me to be the first while denying your husband?" Bill asked tentatively. He didn't want to scare Amber but wanted to see how far he could push her.

Amber knew what Bill was really asking. She was starting to enjoy this little game. This game where they could be two different people, Bill roleplaying as Jack and Amber as Jack's slut. It was like they were wearing a mask, and as long as they wore the mask, they could say or ask each other anything about the fantasy.

Despite making all those videos with Jack. Amber always had a small nagging feeling—what if Bill doesn't like them or feels like she went behind his back and was cheating on him? This roleplay could help her understand if Bill would enjoy the videos. She thought this would be a fun way to tease Bill and understand if the videos would turn him on.

"Why don't you drop by the hospital on Monday? I know my husband has always wanted to try something naughty in my office," Amber teased. Bill groaned. Bill had always loved seeing Amber in her professional attire. They had even had sex when she got home from work, but Bill knew how serious Amber was about her professional career. She would never do anything to demean the sanctity of her work space. Or would she?

"How would you like to fuck me in a public place?" Amber teased.

"In a changing room or a club bathroom?" Bill himself was prompted.

Amber was surprised by Bill's suggestion. Amber and Bill had never discussed these kinds of kinky fantasies so openly before. This roleplay felt like a safe space to be vulnerable and share their fantasies.

Bill thought of another dark fantasy from the depths of his perverted mind.

"Remember that night we got back from the club, how you sucked off the cab driver," Bill said.

"Fuck yeah," Amber moaned, recalling how slutty she had behaved, sucking on the cab driver's cock while Jack played with her pussy.

"Imagine if I invited a friend and we both took turns fucking your slutty pussy. We would fuck you all night in every possible way, right in front of your husband," Bill groaned.

"Oh Fuck," Amber groaned. The idea shocked and turned on Amber at the same time. Had Bill really thought of watching her with two guys at the same time? The thought of having two cocks fucking her all night made her pussy cream.

Amber smiled to herself; it was as if Bill himself was giving her more ideas for videos to make with Jack. Amber took mental notes to use in the future to push her husband's buttons. Just then Amber got a naughty idea.

"Look at the chair in the corner, Jack," Amber said, turning her face towards the empty reading chair.

Every time Bill looked at the chair in their bedroom, it brought back memories of the superbowl night, of how he sat there and watched Jack fuck Amber in their bed for the first time. Bill stared at the chair and realised that this was view Jack had that night while he was fucking his wife. It sent a shiver up his spine.

"Look at the corner, Jack. Look at where my husband is sitting. Do you see Bill? Do you see him? He has his pants around his ankles, his hard cock in his hands, jerking off," Amber said softly.

Bill stared at the empty chair and pictured himself. Fuck, this was getting too weird, but somehow turned Bill on at the same time.

"Bill's watching us, Jack. He is watching you fuck his wife," Amber cooed.

"Tell him, Jack. Tell my husband how you're going to fuck me. Tell him how you're going to ruin my married pussy," Amber teased.

"Fuck," Bill groaned. This was so messed up. Has this ever happened to anyone before? Was he seriously going to do this? Was he going to cuck himself?

"I'm going to fuck your wife so good like you never can, Bill," Bill said to his imaginary self.

Bill slapped her ass hard, and Amber moaned in agreement. Amber threw her ass back meeting Bill thrusts, fucking herself on Bill's cock, encouraging him to go on.

SLAP. SLAP.

"I'm going to ruin your wife's pussy right here on your bed," Bill said, running his hands over Amber's back. He stared at Amber's puckered asshole winking at him. He ran his hands over her ass and gave her a sharp slap. Amber winced in response but didn't stop thrusting back. He ran his thumb along her ass crack, slowly circling the ring of her asshole. Amber groaned in response. Bill knew Jack had played with her asshole and it surprised him that she did not object or stop it. Well, now it was his turn, Bill thought as he pushed his thumb inside, causing Amber to moan.

"I'm going to be the first to fuck wife's ass, Bill," Bill said in a daze as he watched his thumb get sucked in by Amber's asshole.It was as if her asshole was milking his digit.

"I'm going to break her ass. I'm going to stretch your wife's ass with my thick cock and make you watch. I'm going to fuck her so hard she can't feel your tiny dick anymore," Bill growled.

"Yes, honey. It's only right that a stud like Jack gets to fuck my ass and not your little dick,"Amber said in a wicked tone, adding fuel to the fire.

"Oh fuck yeah," Bill grunted, pushing his cock and finger deeper into Amber's holes.

Amber's dirty words fuelled Bill's lust. His body felt like it was being charged by her depraved words. He fucked Amber with even more vigour.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

But Amber was not done yet; she really wanted to push Bill's limits and see how much he could take it.

"Come on, Jack, I want you to see Bill in the corner and repeat after me," Amber teased him.

"Little Billy," Amber said in a teasing tone, pushing her ass back on his cock.

"Little Billy," Bill repeated, grabbing Amber by her hair.

SLAP.

Bill gave a sharp spank on her ass.

"Wanks his willy," Amber moaned from the sting she felt on her ass.

"Wanks his willy," Bill said through gritted teeth and gave Amber ass an even harder slap.

Slap.

"Watching Daddy,"

Slap.

"Watching Daddy," Bill repeated.

Slap.

"Fuck his wife silly," Amber said with a naughty smile.

"Fuck his wife silly," Bill groaned.

Bill couldn't believe the mean words coming out of his sweet wife. She was like a completely different person that Bill could barely recognise, but he loved this dark side of Amber. It was like seeing two completely different people, Amber, the sweet and loving wife, and this other Amber, who oozed sexual confidence and dominated his mind and body.

"Fuck, your so bad, you bitch." Bill growled and landed a series of harsh slaps across both Amber's ass cheeks.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

Amber's ass was red with Bill's handprints. Her skin was hot and burning with desire. She wanted more of this Bill. Her body craved to be treated so rough.

Bill took hold of Amber's shoulders with both hands and began driving his cock deeper into his wife.

BIll was close; he knew he could last for long with Amber teasing. But he wanted to look right into his wife's eyes as he came, even if it meant ending this roleplay. He wanted Amber to see him, her husband, not Jack, not David, not anyone else but him, and see how much he loved her. He wanted her to know that at the end of the day, it was just a fantasy, and they were doing this for each other and no one else.

Bill remembered something Amber wanted to try a while ago. Bill knew Amber saw it in one of the porn links that Jack had sent her. The first time they tried it, Bill was not ready; he was clumsy and a little self-conscious if he was hurting Amber. But now he felt like a whole new person. Bill took hold of Amber's torso and flipped her onto her back without pulling out.e wanted Amber to know he could be assertive and dominant too if Amber wanted him to be. After all these hours in the gym, it was an easy feat for Bill. He wanted Amber to know he could be assertive and dominant too if Amber wanted him to be.

"Bill," Amber gasped in surprise, breaking character at this sudden move.

BIll brought one of his hands to Amber's neck and wrapped his fingers around her throat. He was not choking her or holding her too tight, but with the right pressure. He held her firmly in place, and his other hand went to the underside of her thigh, pushing Amber to spread wider. Bill once again began to thrust deep into Amber's pussy.

"Oh fuck, honey, that's… " was all Amber could say as she groaned in pleasure. It felt like Bill was finding new sensitive spots inside her pussy.

For a moment Amber couldn't recognise him; Bill would always be gentle and warm, asking her if she was comfortable, but now she saw lust-filled eyes that stared into her soul. Bill grunted, and his jaw clenched with each powerful thrust. Fuck, where was this side of Bill all this time? Amber wondered.

Amber realised all the teasing and unsatisfied sex with the condom had not only caught up to her but also her husband.

Amber couldn't believe how roughly Bill was treating her. Amber thought she could experience something like this only with Jack. A small part of her knew after their anniversary if Bill wanted to stop this fantasy, her body would crave being treated like this at least once in a while. Now Bill's barriers were breaking. Watching him let go of his restraints and fucking her with abandon like the way her body craved made Amber's body beg for more. Her mind was on overload from the pleasure her husband was giving her. She loved that her loving husband could satisfy her craving to be treated so rough like a common whore rather than form a despicable man like Jack.

Amber repeated the mean words like a mantra as Bill pounded into her.

"Little Billy wanks his willy, watching Daddy fuck his wife silly.".

"Little Billy wanks his willy, watching Daddy fuck his wife silly.".

"Little Billy wanks his willy, watching Daddy fuck his wife silly.".

It was as if Bill was finally conquering her body. He pulled on her hair, slapped her ass, and pounded her pussy like a slut. At that moment, Bill did not see Amber as his loving wife or an educated professional but as a woman who craved to be fucked and who took what he gave. They were mating like two primal beings as man and woman.

Amber couldn't think straight anymore. Her mind was going numb with the sensations. Her stomach tightened, and she felt like she was going to pee.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, right there, yes, right there. Bill honey, don't stop. Don't… Please." Amber shrieked as a wet stream of liquid gushed from her pussy. Bill looked down in surprise but did not slow down.

Amber squirted. Amber had never squirted before in all their years together. As far as Bill knew, his wife had never squirted with anyone before him, not even with Jack. Bill felt so proud, like he had won a gold medal in the Olympics. This definitely was a milestone in their sex life. A sense of pride filled Bill's chest. Bill kept up the pace of his fucking as Amber's eyes rolled back, her toes curled, and her legs shivered in pleasure. Bill fucked Amber through her intense orgasm.

Amber's face contorted in pleasure, and her pussy clenched around Bill's cock, milking him. Her body so sensitive, squirming under Bill, and her fingernails digging into his back tipped Bill over the edge. Bill grunted as he filled his wife's pussy.

Amber's leg felt like jelly, and she laid on the bed. Her body, still feeling the tremors from the orgasm.

Bill held Amber while she came down from her climax. Amber looked up to see her loving husband watching her with a smile. Amber blushed, feeling the wetness between them. Bill kissed her softly on the lips.

After the amazing sex they had, Bill still wanted to confirm Amber was OK with everything that happened.

"Are you all right? Did I… " Bill asked but was cut off by Amber.

"It was… perfect," Amber said with a smile and kissed Bill, assuring him she loved every second of it.

After a moment of silence. Bill finally said quietly, "You know, you were right.".

"About what?" Amber asked.

What Bill said next shocked Amber.

"Maybe I should wear the condoms till our anniversary," Bill said.

"What?" Amber asked, looking up at him surprised. Amber thought after the amazing sex they just had, Bill would never agree to going back to condoms again. She was actually trying to think of an excuse to give Jack to break the condom rule.

"I know. Just listen to me. These past few weeks, wearing the condoms made me feel so frustrated and unsatisfied, if I'm honest, but I know you felt the same way. But look at us now; just these few days of depriving ourselves of the pleasure just drove us wild together. I can't imagine how it would feel when we have sex on our anniversary," Bill said.

It was a twisted logic, but one that suited Amber and Jack's rule, so Amber played along.

"Are you sure about it?" Amber asked with a smile.

"Yes," Bill agreed.

Bill thought about all the things they had done tonight, albeit he was roleplaying their ugly neighbour. The spanking, fucking Amber on all fours, playing with her ass—Bill loved to experience all this with his wife, but another part of him craved to be teased and denied.

"Don't worry, I'll think of more ways to tease you," Amber said in a sultry voice, reading Bill's mind.

"Fuck, I would love it," Bill said.

Amber smiled and looked at Bill. She loved her husband and didn't want the roleplay to end just yet.

"I think we have time for a shower before Bill's gets back," Amber said with a naughty smile.

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It had been a couple of days since the roleplay. Amber couldn't believe how close she felt with Bill. That night had renewed their passion and love for one another, and their marriage felt even stronger. They couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Amber decided to get home early and surprise Bill with his favourite meal. She showered, did her hair up, and added a touch of makeup. She chose a white sundress with floral patterns that Bill liked. It had thin straps, which left her shoulders bare, and was low cut, showing off her cleavage. Amber slipped on a white thong underneath to tease her husband.

Amber wanted everything to be perfect for the evening and went about checking on the food and setting the table. She picked an expensive bottle of wine that they had been saving and some soft music. Amber knew it was still early, but she wanted to be in the mood when Bill got home.

When Amber heard a car in front of her home, she thought Bill was early and looked out the window to see a cab. It had moved and parked over in front of Jack's house, which piqued Amber's curiosity. Who could be visiting Jack? In all their years in the neighbourhood, Amber had never seen Jack entertain any guests.

Amber was shocked when she saw who got out of the vehicle. It was Stacey. Although she was wearing a long trench coat, a hat, and sunglasses, Amber recognised her friend. What the hell was Stacey doing in Jack's house dressed like some 80's detective Amber thought to herself? She quickly went to the side gate beside their pool and peeked into Jack's house. Amber couldn't see Jack around and heard Stacey ring the doorbell. Amber slipped in through the side gate and quietly moved next to the sliding doors that lead to Jack's living room.

Amber didn't have a view of the front door, but when she heard the door open and shut, she knew Jack must have left it open. Jack was sitting on the single couch facing the front door.

Amber still couldn't see Stacey but saw Jack's face lit up with a dirty smile. He stared in the direction of the front door and said "Show me.".

Amber heard some clothes rustling and guessed Stacey was taking off the trench coat.

"Yes, yes," Jack approved as his eyes widened in lust and hunger.

"Turn around," Jack said with a wide, ugly smile.

Amber was curious about what Jack was seeing.

"Now, get on your knees and crawl to me," Jack commanded towards Stacey.

When Stacey came into view, Amber's eyes went wide and she let out a gasp. Amber immediately covered her mouth and hoped Jack or Stacey didn't hear her.

Stacey was wearing a pink PVC bikini that barely covered her body. The bikini top was so flimsy that it barely covered her areolas. The bottom was a G-string that split her puffy pussy lips, and her ass was on full display. Honestly, Stacey would have looked more modest without the bikini. The flimsy material only made Stacey look more lewd, but Amber guessed that was the look her friend was going for. She had a headband with pig ears and a pig nose. She had a pink bow around her neck and a swirly pigtail sticking from her ass, which Amber later knew was actually a butt plug.

"That's it, little piggy; come to Daddy," Jack said with a wicked smile.

Jack couldn't believe his eyes; he just assumed he was pushing his luck when he selected the pig roleplay costume online and sent the link to Stacey. He didn't believe she would wear it for him. Watching Stacey slowly crawl to him on all fours wearing such a demeaning costume made his cock stiffen.

This was definitely not going to be a quick fuck; he was going to take his time with this sexy slut.

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When Jack heard the cab stop in front of his house, he was excited to see if Stacy had complied with his command. When Jack sent the roleplay costume link to Stacey, he thought of it like a test for her. He wanted to see if she would subject herself to such a humiliating costume or if she would challenge his decision and defy him.

Jack heard the cab while he was watching TV in his living room. He quickly turned it off and was expecting a knock on his front door, but he swore he heard the creek of the side gate hinge that led to Bill and Amber's house. He even thought he heard some footsteps at the side of his house, but thought that it was just his imagination and didn't bother.

But when Stacey had crawled to him on her knees. He clearly heard a gasp from just outside his living room sliding doors. This time he knew for certain that he saw someone move, trying to hide.

When Jack thought of getting up to see who the intruder was, a reflection on the TV caught his eye. It was a little blurry, but Jack could identify that voluptuous form from a mile away. He knew it was Amber. He was wondering what Amber was doing there and thought of calling her out, but then another idea struck him.

He smiled that his plan was falling into place even better than he had hoped for. Jack had been visiting Stacy at her apartment regularly for the past couple of days; it was not because he wanted to go all the way for a fuck, but Stacey was hesitant, knowing her best friend was right next door.

But after slowly convincing her, he had fucked Stacy in front of Amber at the hospital. Stacy agreed to come over to Jack's house for the first time. Maybe she was comfortable now since Amber already knew about their arrangement or both friends had talked about it.

Tonight, Jack had planned to have fun with Stacey and, at the same time, get Amber jealous. He had planned to leave his balcony door and windows open and ensure Stacey was loud enough for Amber to hear her. He wanted Amber to know what she was missing out on.

But with Amber right outside, his mind came up with another wicked plan, and Jack smiled to himself.

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Stacy's huge tits were hanging so low, they almost touched the floor.

"Yes, you dirty piggy. Come to Daddy," Jack sneered.

When Stacey was in between his legs, Jack ran his fingers over her hair, grabbing a fist full and pulling it back, arching her head back.

He slipped two fingers into Stacy's mouth. Stacy obediently took Jack's pudgy fingers in her mouth and began sucking on them. She swirled her tongue around his digits and sucked on them like she was sucking on his cock.

With his other hand, Jack started spanking Stacey's ass.

"Oh, piggy, piggy piggy," Jack said as he ran his hands all over Stacy's voluptuous body.

A sheen of sweat formed over both Jack and Stacey's bodies, which made the scene even more sensuous and depraved.

He groped Stacey's breasts roughly and tugged on her nipples, like he was milking her. Jack roughly pinched and twisted her nipples.

Stacy's face contorted in pain and pleasure.

Jack roughly groped and spanked Stacey's ass. He ran his fingers from her ass crack to her dripping wet pussy.

He slipped two fingers in Stacy's pussy easily and ran his thumb over her asshole. He would put his fingers in her for a couple of minutes, teasing her before pulling out, leaving Stacey's in a panting mess.

Jack was getting Stacy all riled up. He wanted Stacey all horny and on the edge that she would do anything in front of anyone for a release.

Jack took hold of the swirly tail buttplug and began moving it around, causing Stacey to moan in pleasure. He would gently pull out the butt plug halfway before pushing it back in. Jack repeated this several times to slowly relax Stacy's ass.

Jack was even prepared and had a bottle of lube ready on the side table. He pulled the butt plug out and squirted a generous amount of lube on the butt plug and on Stacy's asshole before stuffing it back in her ass.

The scene looked so vulgar, the way this ogre of a man was playing with this beautiful woman's body like a fiddle.

Amber couldn't help but begin to grope her own crotch over her sundress. Her pussy was aching to be touched. Amber knew her thong was soaking wet watching the depraved scene in front of her.

Stacey had pulled down Jack's shorts, revealing his thick, meaty cock. The sight and scent of Jack's cock made Stacey moan in pleasure. Stacey immediately pulled down the pig's nose and went to work, sucking and licking all over Jack's cock. She ran her tongue on the sides of Jack's cock, not leaving any inch of his cock untouched by her wet tongue.

She sucked and swirled her tongue on Jack's cock head and began lapping at his slit, tasting more of his precum.

Stacey jerked off Jack's cock while burying her face in his ball sack. She lapped at his hairy balls, coating them with her saliva before taking each of Jack's them in her mouth and worshipping them.

Jack was enjoying this beautiful woman worshipping his cock and balls. With Amber, he had to direct her to do things, but with Stacey, he just relaxed and watched her do all the work.

Stacy's makeup began to smudge and run down her face, each time she took Jack's cock deep in her throat.

It looked as if she was trying to choke herself on Jack's cock. Stacy's face was covered with spit and precum and she slapped her face with Jack's cock, causing a wet splat, splat, splat sound.

She was giving Jack one of the sloppiest and messiest blowjobs Amber had ever seen.

Jack had slowly removed Stacey's obscene bikini and left her with only the butt plug.

Jack's cock was covered with a slimy mixture of Stacy's saliva and Jack's precum.

Stacy would hungerly lick and gather the slime in her mouth before spitting it all out on top of his cock, watching it run down his balls, and again lapping and spitting it on top of Jack's cock. Jack loved the mess Stacey was making on his cock. Stacey's eyes were glazed with lust.

Amber's pussy was on fire watching Stacey work on Jack's cock. She quickly pulled her dress up and slipped her hands into her panties. She let out a sigh when her fingers brushed over her throbbing clit and slick cunt.

From the blurry reflection and the beauty kneeling in front of him, Jack knew both these beautiful women were primed up for the next part of his plan.

Jack grabbed Stacey's hair and stood up, not letting her off his cock. He slowly began to control the pace by holding Stacey's head and moving his hips. Stacey obediently held onto Jack's thighs as he began to increase the pace. Jack was now fucking Stacey's face with even more vigor. He would hold her down on his cock until Stacey tapped on his thighs and let her take a few breaths before pushing her face back down. Jack knew Amber was watching and began pushing his cock deeper down Stacey's throat.

Amber was shocked at how Jack was treating her best friend. Jack had never been this rough with her before. It was like one of the scenes from the rough porn videos Jack used to send her. Amber genuinely began to worry for Stacey's safety and stepped out to intervene.

Jack, noticing Amber from the corner of his eyes, knew it was time. He held Stacey's face on his cock, her nose buried in his pubic hair. Stacey began to tap on Jack's thigh, but he did not let her up.

Amber panicked and rushed inside to help her friend.

"Jack. Stop. You're hurting her," Amber said, not realising she had moved into Jack's living room through the sliding doors.

Jack smiled wickedly at Amber, holding Stacey on his cock for just a little longer before letting go. He knew his plan would work in drawing Amber out.

"Stacey, Honey, Are you OK?" Amber asked with concern.

Stacey stared at Amber in shock. She stared down at the costume strung about. Her cheeks turned pink, knowing her best friend had seen her degrade herself in front of this ugly old bastard.

"Amber, What… what are you doing here?" Stacey asked.

Before Amber could respond, Jack cut in.

"All right, slut, you better get back to work on my cock if you want to get fucked tonight," Jack said.

Stacey and Amber glared at Jack.

"Well, you can pack your bags, go next door and have a little chat with your friend, or I can fuck you so hard your brain melts," Jack sneered at Stacey. He flexed his cock to remind her of what he could give her.

Stacey stared at Jack's cock longingly and looked back at Amber with a pleading look. She was so horny; Jack had been teasing her all day with the promise of his cock. She slowly turned around and took Jack's cock in her mouth.

"That's more like it," Jack sneered, looking at Stacey.

Amber couldn't blame Stacey; Amber knew she would have done the exact same thing if she were in Stacey's place. Amber looked up to meet Jack's eyes.

"And as for you, slut, since you are so concerned about your friend here. I'll allow you to watch over her right from that couch there… or feel free to go home to your little hubby," Jack said, knowing he was taking a chance and calling her a slut after what happened last time, but he wanted Amber to know who was in control here.

Amber couldn't move; she knew she had to go back home to Bill. The dinner, the wine, the music—everything was set for the perfect evening with her loving husband. But the devil on her shoulder whispered she could have all that tomorrow as well.

Amber convinced herself it was only for Stacey; she would stay over just a bit longer until she knew Stacey was safe and leave. Amber's legs slowly moved towards the couch as she sat to watch Jack and Stacey.

Jack sneered, knowing he had these two gorgeous women under his spell. He sat down on the couch, just a little away from Amber. He didn't want to scare Amber but wanted her close enough to watch how he breaks her best friend.

"Now hold those fucking tits together, you slut," Jack said to Stacey. Stacey complied and held her breasts together as Jack slipped his thick cock inbetween the soft mounds of flesh and began fucking Stacey's tits. Stacey even began to suck on Jack's cockhead as it moved between her breasts.

Jack knew Amber was watching and began pushing Stacey even more.

"That's it, you big tittied cow; suck on my cock while I fuck your jugs," Jack sneered at Stacey.

Amber couldn't help but slowly move her hands to her crotch. She began rubbing herself watching Jack and Stacey.

Stacey didn't mind playing submissive, but she was getting pissed off at Jack calling her degrading names in front of her best friend. Until today, Amber had always seen her as an intelligent and strong woman; she didn't want Jack to make her look like some weak and submissive slut. The one time at the hospital, Stacey was comfortable because Amber was not present to witness it. Stacey came up with a naughty plan to put Jack in his place.

Stacey couldn't believe what she was about to do. The fact that her friend was watching must have made her reconsider, but it only seemed to flame her lust. The thought of doing things that Jack had never done with Amber or giving more pleasure to Jack than he ever experienced with Amber made her act even more slutty and depraved.

Even Jack was shocked when Stacey bit her lip and whispered in a seductive voice, "Turn around." His eyes went wide, and his legs moved slowly, not believing what was about to happen.

Amber stared at the couple beside her in shock. It was like watching a train wreck; she couldn't take her eyes off them as Jack stood facing the couch while Stacey with a wicked smile knelt behind Jack.

Stacey gave Jack's ass a playful spank before laying both her hands on his lumpy ass cheeks and spreading them. Stacey leaned forward and slowly swiped the flat of her wet tongue from Jack's balls over his twitching asshole all the way up his ass crack.

"Fuuuuuuccckkk," Jack said in a squeaky groan that surprised Amber and Stacey. Both Stacey and Amber looked at each other and giggled at Jack's reaction.

Jack was always an arrogant asshole with a gruff voice; watching that facade crumble by Stacey's depraved act made Amber groan.

Jack's knee jerked every time he felt Stacey's tongue run over his asshole. Jack could not believe what was happening. Yes, Stacey had done this before for him at Amber's office, but it was only because Jack made her do it. But today, Stacey was doing this on her own accord. It was as if she was performing for her friend, and Jack was the one benefiting from it.

When Stacey stopped licking Jack's ass crack and turned to Amber, with a wicked smile, she gave her friend a wink that said, 'Look what I can do to Jack.' She focused her full attention on Jack's asshole. She started lapping at Jack's asshole.

"Oh my fucking god!" Jack groaned as his knees buckled in pleasure, causing him to lean over the couch. Jack was now on all fours as Stacey rimmed his ass.

Stacey took hold of Jack's cock and started jerking him off from behind. She would lick on his balls and suck on his throbbing cock.

Jack was in heaven. He had never met a slut like Stacey. He could not believe that such a beautiful woman would be so nasty. As Jack's mind was muddled in pleasure, he didn't realise Stacey's grip around Jack's ball sack grew tighter.

Stacey smiled to herself as to how easy it was. Stacey literally had Jack by his balls.

Stacey began to suck on Jack's sensitive cockhead from behind. She moved her tongue along his shaft, sucking on his balls and moving back down to tease his dripping cockhead.

Amber stared at the animalistic scene in front of her.

Jack was on all fours on the couch with his hands on the backrest while Stacey was blowing his cock and rimming his asshole from behind.

Amber had never seen such a filthy and hot scene in her life before, not even in the porn videos Jack had sent.

Amber stared at Jack's sweaty and hairy body. His protruding belly and sagging man boobs were prominent from Amber's side view. His flabby arms held the couch's backrest and he tried pulling himself forward, trying to escape the assault from Stacey's tongue.

Jack's face was contorted as he grunted and moaned. His face looked more like he was smelling something rotten than someone feeling extreme pleasure. He really did look like an animal.

Amber had to give it to Stacey for how quickly she had turned the tables on Jack. For a moment Amber thought Jack was going to dominate Stacey, but within a few minutes Stacey literally had Jack on his knees.

Jack tried moving away from Stacey's assault, but Stacey held him still by his balls. Jack tried again, trying to get some perch by moving his legs up on the couch. He managed to get one leg up, but when he pushed himself up, Stacey pulled him back onto her tongue, holding him by his balls.

"Oh Shit, you bitch," Jack grunted and realised he was at the mercy of Stacey now.

Jack was almost in a squatting position on the couch now, sitting on Stacey's face.

Stacey smiled to herself, looking at Jack's asshole and went in for the kill. Stacey buried her face more in Jack's asscrack and moved her head from side to side, attacking Jack's asshole with more vigour. She held Jack's balls and pulled him onto her face, causing her tongue to go deeper in Jack's asshole.

"Oh, you nasty bitch," Jack grunted in pain and pleasure.

Stacey stiffened her tongue and pushed deeper into Jack's ass. She held Jack's balls with one hand, and in the other she had Jack's plum-sized cockhead and began running her palm over the sensitive knob.

Jack had never experienced pleasure like this in his entire life. He had never met a woman as depraved as Stacey before.

Stacey felt so powerful, despite the fact that she was performing such a degrading act. Yes, she was on her knees behind an ugly old man; yes, she was rimming his asshole in front of her best friend, but the way Jack groaned in pleasure and Amber stared at her with hungry eyes made her feel so powerful.

Jack's legs shivered and his cock twitched. Stacey's assault with her tongue and hands pushed Jack over the edge. His cock surged, spraying cum all over the couch and on the floor. Stacey began milking his cock and continued the assault on his asshole. She directed his cock all over her tits, covering it with cum.

Jack groaned and grunted in pleasure.

Stacey finally let go of Jack's cock and moved back. Jack let out a huge sigh of relief and fell forward onto the couch backrest.

Jack's mind was reeling from his orgasm. He had not expected the day would take such a wild turn. He had planned to dominate Stacey and show her pleasure beyond what she has experienced in her life. He left his windows open and wanted Amber to hear the loud pleasure her best friend was experiencing. He wanted to make Amber jealous of what she was not getting. He wanted Stacey to give Amber all the dirty details of how Jack fucked her in every imaginable position. Jack wanted to drive Amber crazy with lust so that she would come crawling back to him, begging him to fuck her. But he did not expect Amber to show up or that Stacey was such a nasty slut and would make him look so weak on all fours. He had to quickly get his head straight and take control of the situation.

He realised he had underestimated Stacey. Stacey was not a prude or innocent like her friend. She was a rare breed. A gorgeous woman with a dirty and perverted mind was a lethal combination.

Jack always felt in control with Amber, but with Stacey, it was a constant struggle for power.

With Amber, it was Jack who was pushing her boundaries, making her experience new heights of pleasure and making her try new things for the first time.

But with Stacey, it felt like she was constantly challenging Jack. Her defiant look always questioning Jack, 'Is that all you've got?' or 'Do you think I can't be that dirty?'. Stacey was the one pushing Jack's boundaries, and this was a new experience for him. But honestly, Jack was beginning to enjoy the challenge.

It was ironic that today Amber was witnessing Jack experience such ecstasy for the first time.

Stacey was still on her knees as she turned to look at Amber with her chest covered in cum. Both of them stared at the mess Jack had created on the couch and floor.

"Oops, that's definitely going to leave a stain," Stacey said, giving Amber a wink. Both the women giggled at the comment.

Amber looked at Jack with a contented smile. She was so proud of Stacey for bringing Jack down to his knees literally. It was like watching David bring down Goliath.

As both the friends were rejoicing their small victory, they did not realise Jack was slowly standing up.

Post-orgasm clarity hit Jack and he felt embarrassed for being so vulnerable in front of these two beautiful women. He was furious as they laughed at him and had to teach them a lesson. Jack grabbed Stacey by her hair and pulled her onto the couch next to Amber.

"You fucking nasty pig, I'm going to stuff you till you squeal," Jack sneered.

"You want nasty; I'll show you nasty."

Jack pushed Stacey on the couch next to Amber on her back. Jack wanted Amber to be as close as possible to witness how he broke her best friend. He wanted to see the lust and craving in Amber's eyes. Jack took hold of Stacey's legs and bent her in half so that her pussy and ass were facing up and in clear view of both Jack and Amber. Jack smiled at the swirly butt plug still sticking out of Stacey's ass and stared at her wet pussy.

Amber stared in shock at Stacey's ass and pussy so close. She couldn't believe how wet her best friend's pussy was. Did Stacey get so wet just from rimming Jack? The sight in front of her brought a strange feeling in Amber's stomach as she licked her lips. She looked up to meet Jack's knowing gaze, watching her reaction.

With a sly smile, he attacked Stacey's pussy with his mouth.

Jack wanted to show Amber how good he could make her feel. Jack attached the slick, wet flesh in front of him with vigour. He covered Stacey's pussy with his mouth, licking, sucking, and nipping it. He used the bridge of his nose to nudge Stacey's clit while he stuck his tongue in Stacey's pussy. At one point Jack just rubbed his entire face on Stacey's pussy, smearing his face with her pussy juice.

Stacey moaned in pleasure as Jack attacked her pussy like an animal. Her legs trembled, and pussy oozed from Jack's ministrations. The slurping and slobbering sounds Jack's tongue was making made the act sound even more nastier. It sounded like a dog lapping at his meal hungrily.

Amber's pussy clenched around her fingers, knowing she could only experience such pleasure with Jack.

He made Stacey hold her legs in that position and took hold of the butt plug and started moving it around, fucking Stacey's ass with it while he lapped at her pussy.

Stacey's face was contorted in pleasure from Jack fucking her ass with the butt plug and her pussy with his tongue.

Jack then slowly pulled out the butt plug and, before it could close up to its original size, attacked it with his tongue.

Amber knew Stacey was no anal virgin, and by the huge buttplug Jack pulled out from her asshole, Amber knew her friend was preparing herself for Jack's cock. Amber wondered if Stacey would really have anal sex with Jack.

Stacey let out a moan when Jack's tongue entered her ass.

Jack gave Stacey's ass swift slaps.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Tell your friend how good it feels to have my tongue up your ass" and dove right back in again. Jack was swiping his tongue all over the insides of Stacey's ass.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Oh God, yes, Jack, your tongue is so deep in my ass," Stacey groaned in pleasure.

"Ohhh Jack, yessss… tongue fuck my ass," Stacey hissed.

Jack pushed two fingers in Stacey's ass and started to suck on her throbbing clit. After a while, he slowly introduced a third finger stretching Stacey's ass.

Before long, Stacey cried out loudly, "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," and her pussy gushed.

Amber thought it was one of the most erotic sights to watch her friend cum.

Jack didn't give Stacey time to recover. He stood up to reveal his throbbing cock. Amber was amazed at how quickly Jack could recover. He quickly lined his cock with Stacey's pussy and drove it deep.

"Oh fuck," Stacey groaned still in the middle of her orgasm and with Jack's cock invading her already quivering pussy.

Jack took hold of Stacey's legs and began pounding her hard. Amber's huge breasts were squeezed between her legs and looked obscene.

"God, I'm going to have so much fun with these knockers," Jack growled as he grabbed them roughly and began pinching and twisting her nipples.

"Oh you fucking slut, your pussy feels so tight with the butt plug still inside you," Jack said.

Amber wondered how it felt to have both holes filled and began fucking her pussy deeper with her fingers.

Jack began picking up the pace, driving deep and fast into Stacey's cunt. Stacey's eyes rolled back and her legs started to tremble. Jack knew exactly when to push Stacey's buttons. He knew Stacey was on the edge and close to cumming. Jack stopped abruptly, making Stacey groan and hump on his cock in frustration.

"You want to come, you big tittied bimbo?" Jack punctuated his question by grabbing Stacey by the hair and pulling on her nipple hard.

"Please, yes," Stacey pleaded in frustration.

"You have to work for it, you fucking pig," Jack said as he sat on the couch closer to Amber, their thighs almost touching.

Stacey was a panting mess as she slowly climbed on top of Jack and guided his cock to her pussy. "Fuck yes," Stacey moaned as Jack's cock filled her up again in a cowgirl position. She began grinding and moving her hips, riding Jack. Stacey tried picking up the pace to reach her climax, but Jack grabbed her both her ass cheeks, spanking them and setting the pace. Jack wanted Stacey to be on the edge and at his mercy for what she did to him earlier.

"Fucking beg me to cum, you slut," Jack sneered.

"Please, Daddy, please let me cum," Stacey begged without a second thought.

Jack turned to Amber with an ugly grin, letting her know how he owned her best friend's body.

Amber bit her lip, watching her best friend ride her fat, ugly neighbour. Stacey looked like a goddess with her hair flowing and big breasts swaying as she rode this sweaty swine like man.

Jack stared into Amber's hungry, lust-filled eyes. Suddenly Jack felt a stinging pain across his face.

SLAP

"Enough!" came an angry voice. Amber and Jack turned towards the source of the voice. Jack was stunned by the searing pain across his face and had to take a moment to get his bearings.

Stacey stared at Jack with fury. She looked him straight in the eye and spat out the words, "You fucking ugly bastard.".

Amber was stunned to see her friend so angry. She had never seen Stacey so furious before.

"Here I am acting a complete slut, and you are staring into her eyes."

"I fucking humiliate myself dressed like a pig, and you still tease her."

"I fucking rim your fat ass, and you think I'm just putting on a show for her."

"I let you treat me like a whore, and you still just keep staring at that slut."

Stacey turned to Amber and spat out.

"You fucking slut, You have the perfect marriage, a great husband. This one time, I just want to get fucked. I just want to fucking cum. You had to come over and ruin it for me."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Stacey regretted them. Her body was so on the edge and aching for an orgasm. She knew Jack could deliver it, but instead of focussing on her pleasure, he was intent on putting on a show for Amber.

Stacey's words stung Amber. Amber knew her friend didn't really mean what she said, but nevertheless, the words hurt Amber. Stacey was just frustrated and wanted to cum so badly. She really didn't mean to intrude on Jack and Stacey.

"Now fuck me, you bastard, fuck me like you fucked that married slut," Stacey said through gritted teeth. Stacey had both her hands on Jack's chest, and with her fingernails, she clawed at Jack's chest, making him hiss in pain.

"Give me that fat fucking cock, you ugly pig," Sarah said as she began grinding herself on Jack's cock.

Jack quickly recovered from the pain and stared at Stacey in anger. He gritted his teeth and took hold of Stacey's hips. Jack began to hammer into Stacey's pussy in fury.

"Oh my god, oh my fucking god," Stacey moaned.

Jack didn't relent. He kept up his pace.

"Fuck yes, give it to me, you fat bastard," Stacey hissed in ecstasy.

In a swift move, Jack changed position. He had Stacey on all fours on the couch and began pounding her from behind. Jack grabbed a handful of her hair in one hand and began spanking her hard. He grabbed the buttplug and began fucking Stacey's ass with it.

"You want to get fucked, you slut; I'm going to fuck you so hard you can't think straight," Jack growled.

Stacey just groaned in pleasure.

"I'll fuck you so hard your brain melts," Jack said, spanking her ass hard. He pulled the buttplug out and threw it behind him. Jack pounded Stacey hard in this position, driving her wild.

"I'm going to cum; please don't stop Jack. Right there. Oh fuck, oh fucking fuck," Stacey announced. Stacey's whole body shook and trembled, but Jack just fucked her through her orgasm, intensifying it.

Stacey's legs went weak, and her hands were tired. She fell face first onto the couch with her ass still up. Stacey's face was turned towards Amber, and her eyes were in a daze. It was as if her unfocused eyes could see through Amber. Her hair was matted to her face in sweat. Stacey's body was exhausted, and she was panting for breath.

From her angle, Amber could see Stacey's pussy still gaping from Jack's rough pounding. The way Stacey's pussy slowly gaped open and closed, trying to shrink to its original tightness, looked like it was begging for a break. Her ass was bright red from Jack's merciless spanking.

"Stacey, honey, are you all right?" Amber asked softly, holding her sweaty hands. Amber could see Stacey's eyes trying to focus on her voice and look at her. Before she could say anything, Jack's meaty fingers grabbed Stacey by the hair and pulled her face up. Jack leaned down next to Stacey's face and sneered.

"All right, you fucking pig, time to punish you for that little stunt you just pulled."

He punctuated his threat with a stinging slap on Stacey's ass. Stacey was so exhausted she just groaned. Jack let go of her hair, and Stacey's face again hit the couch. Jack leaned on top of Stacey's back; he looped his hands below Stacey's leg and brought them back behind her neck. He interlaced his fingers behind Stacey's neck. Stacey's body was locked in this position at Jack's mercy. Jack held her in place and moved his hips, aiming his cock back at Stacey's pussy. In one swift movement, he stabbed Stacey's cunt with his cock, and with a few quick thrusts, his cock was buried to the hilt. Stacey let out a guttural groan like a wounded animal. Jack held her in place as Stacey helplessly tried to get away from his grip.

Slowly supporting his heavy body and Stacey, Jack stood up, lifting Stacey from the couch. Jack was holding Stacey in a full Nelson hold position, with his cock still buried deep in her pussy.

Jacked wanted Amber to take a closer look at what he was going to do next. He wanted Amber to see how he was going to ruin Stacey. He moved in front of Amber, still holding Stacey firmly in place on his cock. Amber immediately lifted her legs from the ground and placed them on the couch, causing her legs to spread wider and displaying her wet pussy to Jack's prying eyes. Jack could see Amber's pussy lips were red and swollen. Her inner thigh was slick from her pussy juice. Jack moved closer so that his legs were almost touching the couch and Stacey's pussy was at eye level to Amber's face.

Amber could see Stacey's pussy tightly gripping Jack's cock. Even the slightest movement Jack made when he shifted his leg made his cock rub against the inside of Stacey's pussy wall causing her face to contort in pleasure. Jack's cock was buried to the hilt in Stacey, and only his balls were hanging low. Amber stared at the round orbs that produced so much potent cum and couldn't believe how quickly his balls refuelled. Jack's balls were glistening with sweat and Stacey's pussy juice. A thick slime was running down his balls, and Amber's eye's moved up to find the source. It was like watching honey roll down Jack's balls.

Amber let out a low moan when she realised the thick slime was Stacey's pussy juice and Jack's cum. Amber had never seen another woman's pussy up so close when aroused or after being thoroughly fucked. In the position Jack was holding Stacey, Amber stared straight into Stacey's stuffed pussy. Amber was mesmerised at how erotic it looked.

Stacey's pussy lips were engorged and stretched around Jack's cock. She could even see Stacey's clit sticking out, throbbing and begging for attention.

Amber had never thought about her friend in a sexual way before, but the sight before her made Amber's mouth water, and she licked her lips subconsciously. She could easily lean forward and run her tongue from Jack's balls to Stacey's clit. The mental image caused a shiver to run down Amber's spine. He looked up to meet Jack's wicked smile as if he could read her mind. Amber averted her gaze in shame. Jack smiled to himself, knowing his plan to plant these taboo thoughts in Amber's mind was working.

Amber admired Jack for his dedication to pleasure a woman. It was like watching a professional craftsman at work. Jack didn't just want to fuck you; he wanted to be the best fuck you ever had. He wanted you to remember the fucking he gives you for the rest of your life. Jack knew he was not the most good-looking nor the most well-mannered. Women used him only for his huge cock and nothing more. He was basically a living dildo for them to use before going back to their sweet and caring husbands or boyfriends. He wanted the brief time with these beautiful women to be memorable for both them and him. It was a mutual transaction. So he honed the skill that women wanted from him. He probably does not even realise his mastery of the craft, but Amber was amazed watching him work so closely.

"Now it's time to break you," Jack said.

He pumped his thick veiny shaft in a steady rhythm in Stacey's pussy. He closely observed Stacey's reaction as his cock head slid along her pussy walls. Every twitch, every moan, and every shiver. Jack observes the spots that make Stacey's body shiver the most in pleasure. He then picks the most sensitive spot, which really makes Stacey squirm, and decides to give it his all. The spot Jack chose is not too deep but right behind Stacey's clit.He then stops moving and takes a wider stance with his legs. Bends forward a little, like a semi squat, and positions Stacey just the right way so that his cock has the maximum impact at that sensitive spot. He slowly starts pistoning his cock at the right angle so that his cock head repeatedly hits that bundle of nerves.

Each thrust sends electric shocks through Stacey's body. The way his cockhead is stabbing at that spot, Amber could see Stacey's clit bulging in front with every thrust.

Stacey's eyes roll back and her mouth gapes open. The pleasure is so intense, Stacey's body tries to squirm and wiggle away from Jack's cock. Her hands and legs try in vain to get away from Jack's grip, but he is holding her firmly in place and starts picking up the pace.

Stacey makes a deep guttural groan, "Aaaaaarrrrggghhhh… Aaaaarrgghhh… Aaaaarrgghhh… " The sound surprised Amber; they were not cute moans or groans; this was the sound of a true orgasm. Amber has never heard anyone make such sounds. This was the sound of raw, primal mating.

Amber watches in awe as Jack's body moves like a steam engine. His body is like a sex machine, sawing in and out of Stacey's pussy.

For Amber, it's like watching a tennis match; her eyes are constantly moving from Jack's cock and Stacey's face. She couldn't imagine the pleasure Stacey was experiencing at the moment. Jack really meant it when he said he was going to fuck her senseless. One of Amber's hands was on her breasts, tugging on her nipples so hard, she knew it was going to be sore, and the other hand had three fingers sawing in and out of her dripping pussy. The squelching noises coming from between her thighs were a testament to how wet she was.

Suddenly Amber saw Stacey's body tremble, and she knew her friend was having the biggest orgasms of her life. Stacey's eyes rolled back, and her mouth gaped open in a silent scream. Stacey's core muscles stiffened, and a gush of squirt hit Amber's face.

Amber stared at Stacey's pussy in surprise as she continued to soak Amber in her juices. When Stacey's voice came back, it was just an animalistic growl: "Aaaaaarrrrrgggg, Aaaarrrrhhhhh." Amber remembered an Eddie Murphy stand-up she watched with Bill a couple of years ago where he says this is how women sound like when they orgasm. Amber chalked it as some misogynistic bullshit until now. Even with all her medical background, she never knew a woman could have a full-body orgasm like her friend was experiencing at the moment.

Stacey's body felt like it was being electrocuted, and her mind went numb. The orgasm was so intense her body spasmed in Jack's arms even as he held her still.

Jack could not hold out long as Stacey's pussy clenched tightly around his cock and milked him. He thrust deeper into Stacey's pussy and knew he couldn't last longer. Jack roared as he came in Stacey's pussy. He pumped three or four squirts inside Stacey before pulling her off his cock.

Amber was surprised when Jack's spurting cock pulled out from Stacey's pussy and sprayed thick cum on her chest. Jack's cock flexed and continued squirting cum on her chest, dress, pussy and legs.

The taste and scent of Stacey's nectar on her face and Jack's thick, slimy cum on her hands as she fingered her pussy pushed Amber over the edge.

"Fuck," Amber whispered in amazement as she came down from her orgasm. Her eyes were locked on Jack's cock and Stacey's pussy; she felt like she was part of the sexual act just by being there. Her own body was covered in sweat and their combined sexual fluids.

Amber stared at the nasty sight in front of her. Stacey's gaping pussy was oozing cum and squirt onto Jack's cock. Jack's cock was a mess coated in the combined sexual slime.

Jack just stared at Amber as he dropped Stacey to the floor. He had finally shown her how he could really fuck her without all the stupid rules and drama. The real pleasure he could give her that she could never experience with anyone, not even her husband.

Amber looked up at Jack, who looked like the character out of her fantasy of an invader conquering a kingdom. Jack's body glistened with sweat and their combined sexual fluids. His chest and body hair matted to his body. His broad shoulders and chest heaved from his heavy breathing from the sheer physical exertion. His cock was still semi-hard, the mammoth organ slowly bouncing to the rhythm of his breathing. It was covered in a thick slime and a heavy drop hanging low from the tip. Amber stared at Jack's cock in amazement.

He looked like a warrior who had just returned from battle. His firm thighs and strong legs flexed. The heat and scent from his body added to his visual allure. The contrast to Stacey's smooth body lying beside his leg heaving in a heap. He looked like a barbaric conqueror who had just fucked every woman in the kingdom and was finally her to take the queen. He would fuck the queen in front of her helpless husband, the king, and the whole kingdom to claim his victory.

"Now clean up the mess, you dirty slut," Jack said in a low growl.

Stacey's arms and legs felt jelly still recovering from the intense orgasm. But she still managed to slowly get back on her hands and knees, with her head hanging low. Stacey's body glistened with sweat and body fluids from the intense fucking. Stacey reached for Jack's leg for support and pulled herself up to kneeling position. She leaned her head on Jack's leg as her body slowly gathered strength for her next task.

Stacey looked up at Jack with glazed eyes as her tongue slipped out and licked Jack's sweaty thighs.

Amber stared at her friend in amazement. She couldn't believe how Stacey still had strength left in her to obey Jack.

Stack slowly pulled herself up in a kneeling position, licking Jack's sweaty thighs as she straddled his legs. Stacey was holding on to Jack's leg with both hands and stared at the monster cock in front of her.

Both Stacey and Amber looked at it hungrily. Jack saw the lust in both these beautiful women's eyes and smirked at how they seemed hypnotised with his cock. He flexed his cock, causing Amber to moan and Stacey to lick her lips like a hungry cat. The heat and musky scent of Jack's cock seemed to flame the lust in the two women's eyes. There was a drool of cum hanging from the tip of his cock. Stacey caught it with her tongue and moaned in pleasure as she started work on cleaning Jack's messy cock.

"That's it, slut, show your friend how much you enjoy cleaning my cock," Jack said, slowly running his fingers through Stacey's messy hair, like she was his pet.

This unexpected gentleness only caused Stacey to obey Jack's command more. Stacey increased her efforts and buried her face in Jack's balls, licking and slurping on them.

Amber stared at her friend with jealousy and lust-filled eyes. The room was thick with a scent of sex, and the wet slobbering noises added to the depravity in front of her. Her fingers started moving, rubbing her soaked pussy while her other hand pinched her aching nipples.

Jack looked at Amber and loved having both these beautiful women under his control. He saw the lust and longing in Amber's eyes and would love to feel both their tongues on his cock. His cock flinched as an image of Amber and Stacey worshipping his cock and another image of Amber riding his cock while Stacey rode his face popped into his head. If he ever wanted to make that a reality, he knew he couldn't do it by driving a wedge between the friends. Jack needed to slowly plant the idea in both their minds. He smirked quickly, thinking of an idea.

"You have been such a good girl for Daddy today, Stacey," Jack said in a soothing voice as he ran his fingers through Stacey's hair.

Stacey's face was buried in Jack's crotch as she licked the underside of his balls.

"Yes, daddy," Stacey said obediently, her voice muffled by his balls.

"You were such a nasty slut for me today," Jack whispered as he gripped Stacey by her hair and pulled her from his crotch to face him.

Stacey stared up at him in confusion, wondering if she had done something wrong.

"But you were such a bad bitch to your friend, weren't you?" Jack said, gripping her hair, pushing her forward on to all fours facing Amber.

"You said some really mean things to your friend, didn't you?" Jack asked.

Stacey stared at Amber with a guilty expression. All the hurtful things she had said to Amber in the heat of the moment came back to her.

"Yes, daddy," Stacey said.

Jack looked at Amber and leaned forward slowly next to Stacey's ears.

"Why don't you kiss and make up with your friend?" Jack said in a low, stern voice loud enough for Amber to hear. He emphasised his point with a sharp, stinging slap on Stacey's ass, which echoed through the room.

On hearing Jack's dirty words, Stacey's apologetic expression quickly changed to a lust-filled one. Stacey stared at Amber's state of undress. Amber was sitting on the couch with both her legs pulled up and spread wide open. One of the shoulder straps of her dress was pulled down, revealing the soft globe of her breast hanging free. The lower half of her dress was bunched around her waist. Stacey could see her friend was not wearing any bra and her wet panties were scrunched up around one of her knees.

On hearing Jack's words, Amber's eyes went wide and her fingers stilled.

Would Stacey really do it? Did she want Stacey to kiss her? Amber thought to herself. Watching Jack and Stacey's primal mating for the past hour had all her nerves on edge. Her body was on fire and craved to be touched. Her friend's eyes saw right through her, knowing she was in heat. Stacey looked at her like a prey.

Stacey slowly moved on all fours towards Amber, not taking her eyes off her friend. The nervous look on Amber's face and how her eyes stared at her lips in anticipation only confirmed how much her friend wanted this. Stacey crawled up the couch in between Amber's legs and over her body. Their faces were inches apart. Stacey paused, looking into Amber's eyes. Even though Stacey knew Amber was aroused, she would wait for her friend's consent. She wouldn't want to make Amber do anything she would regret.

Both of them didn't care about Jack, who watched while holding his breath.

Amber stared at Stacey's lips and licked her own lips. She looked up to meet Stacey's gaze and nodded softly before pressing her lips against Stacey's.

Stacey leaned forward, pinning Amber against the couch and devoured her mouth.

Amber loved the feel of Stacey's soft lips against hers in comparison to Jack's or Bill's more rough skin. Amber felt Stacey push her tongue deep into her mouth and moaned when she felt the soft lips and tongue exploring her own.

The sour and salty taste was a reminder of where Stacey's tongue had been the past hour. It must have repulsed Amber, but it only flamed her lust. Jack's cock, his sweaty balls, his ass, and this thick cum. Amber groaned in pleasure at how dirty she was acting and started sucking on Stacey's tongue even more vigorously.

Stacey was surprised at how eagerly Amber responded to her kiss. She thought Amber would surely back off after seeing what she had just been doing with Jack.

Jack grunted and took hold of his hardening cock, watching the spectacle in front of him. "Holy fuck," Jack thought to himself seeing these two beautiful women make out like long-lost lovers. For once, Jack was lost for words.

He knew to keep the lust alive, he had to be more patient. Jack smiled to himself, knowing this was another thing he had experienced first from Bill's wife. I bet he would give anything to watch his wife make out with another woman. But all good things needed to come to an end… for now, Jack thought to himself.

With a sharp smack on Stacey's ass, she pulled apart from Amber with a wince.

"Enough you slut; get in the shower. I'm not done with you for the night," Jack said.

Stacey was in a haze as she slowly moved from Amber's body. She moved to stand up when a stern voice said, "On your hands and knees, bitch," made her get down on all fours, and she obediently crawled to Jack's shower.

Amber was in a daze from Stacey's kiss when the fog in her mind cleared. Jack's meaty cock drooling cum came into focus. And when she heard the words "On your hands and knees, bitch," she slowly slid down the couch on all fours, her face inches from Jack's cock.

The sight of his thick, veiny cock up close, the heat radiating from it, and the stench of sex from Jack's cock was making Amber's mind go numb.

Jack looked down surprised to see Amber following his command with hazy eyes, as he had only meant the command for Stacey. He smirked at Amber and flexed his cock to remind her of her place. He felt powerful and knew he had the upper hand. He knew now was the right time to set his plan in motion.

"Well, slut, I hope you enjoyed the show," Jack said in his cocky voice.

Amber still just stared at his cock.

"If you want me to participate in your little project, I have my own set of rules," Jack said.

"First, I want to be there when you show the videos to Bill. I don't care when you show it to him, on your anniversary or after; I want to be present when your husband watches me fucking you," Jack said.

Jack wanted to see the priceless reaction on Bill's face when Amber revealed she had been fucking him behind his back. He wanted to gloat and rub it in Bill's face. Jack wanted Bill to know what a slut he had turned his wife into. He also thought it might give him another opportunity to fuck Amber in front of her husband. Jack was all for the videos Amber wanted to make to tease Bill, but Jack felt more powerful when fucking Amber in front of Bill. There was something so addictive about fucking another man's wife while he watched helplessly. Besides, when Amber shows Bill the videos, he would be so turned on and used to seeing Jack's cock fuck his wife that he might not object to watching him fuck her in front of him.

"Second, I get to decide on how we shoot the last video." Jack said with a devilish smile.

Amber looked at him confused, questioning him 'Aren't you the one already deciding where we shoot the videos even now, the hospital, public restroom, the waterfall?'.

"Yes, I know. I have been the one suggesting ideas for the videos, and you have to agree that all of them have come out quite well," Jack said.

"But this last video, I want to be all in charge. Where we fuck, how we fuck, what you wear," Jack said with a wicked smile.

Amber couldn't understand what else Jack could possibly have her do that she has not already done. The thought of giving Jack full control of her body and pleasure sent a thrill through her spine. Amber just nodded in agreement.

Jack smiled, trying to imagine the look on Amber's face when he told her what he had planned.

"And my last rule, if this whole arrangement is going to come to an end after your anniversary, I want it to end with a bang. I want to have a freeuse weekend with you. I want to fuck you anywhere, anyway, for a whole weekend." Jack said with a smirk.

After the superbowl night, Jack realised he never got to spend an entire night with Amber. After each session of shooting a video, Amber would always return home to Bill. Jack wanted to experience another sex marathon like that night.

"Bill will never agree to that." Amber said softly.

"By the time you show him the videos, Bill is going to be mind-blown by what you have already done with me," Jack said calmly.

Amber's cheeks turned pink, but she had to agree that after their anniversary, everything would be out in the open.

"And I'm sure Bill would be turned on by anything you do. So what's another weekend on that list? Hell, if you want, let Bill film it if he wants." Jack offered, but secretly he wanted Bill to be present every time he took his wife.

"With the amount of videos we have made, I'm sure your poor husband would need the weekend to go through them all. I'm sure he would happily agree if you gave him an extra box of tissues," Jack laughed. Amber just glared at Jack for his arrogance, but she knew he was not wrong.

"Besides when you show Bill the videos and tease him, if your dear husband is really into this, as you say, don't you think he would love to watch us fuck in person at least one last time?" Jack said. Amber couldn't come up with anything to argue with Jack's point.

"I'll think about it," Amber sighed.

Jack grinned at Amber's dilemma, knowing he had Amber right where he wanted her.

"Now if you would excuse me, I have a hot date waiting for me upstairs," Jack grinned as he turned and walked towards the shower.

The sound of a hard slap and a giggle from her friend made Amber look in the direction of the shower and knew what a lucky woman Stacey was tonight. She quickly straightened up and left for her house, panting in lust. Amber's body was in heat despite having orgasmed a few minutes ago.

The last thing Amber heard was a moan coming from somewhere inside the house as she closed the side gate. Amber didn't care about the dinner or the wine anymore.

Amber knew Bill was going to be dining on her sopping wet pussy, and she was going to drain his balls dry tonight.

"Bill better be ready for a long night," Amber thought to herself with a smile.

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'You want me to be sexy for you?' said Amber's sexy voice in the video.

David couldn't believe his luck. He didn't enjoy hanging around these older guys at work nor wanted to be anywhere near their perfect families and suburban homes. David knew Bill had only invited him for courtesy's sake and didn't want him around after all the grief he gave him at the office.

David's only motivation to go to the party was his boss's hot bombshell wife. He couldn't get the image of her in the bikini Bill showed him on his phone a couple of weeks ago. He was hoping to meet Bill's wife, chill out with a few beers while ogling her, maybe take a few photos as jerk off material, and leave early.

David was glad he went over to the pool party. He was stunned when Bill introduced Amber; the photo Bill had shown him did not do justice to the stunning beauty in front of him.

The sight of Amber made David's cock twitch. She looked so hot in that sunflower bikini and cut off shorts. David could instantly tell Amber worked out—those long athletic legs. David immediately imagined how it would feel wrapped around his waist and that heart-shaped ass, begging to be spanked. He wondered how it would look bouncing on his cock.

David was honestly surprised when Amber asked him to be her partner for the competition. He couldn't believe this stunning married woman was flirting with him or his luck as the day went on.

He just wanted to get some photos of Bill's wife that he could jack off to later. But since Amber had been his partner, he was disappointed he didn't get a chance, but little did he know he was going to experience something even more mind-blowing.

When Amber had agreed to give him a kiss on his cheek inside the house. David knew he had to get that on video. So, David had set his phone on video mode and slipped it in his shirt pocket with the camera facing front.

As he entered Bill and Amber's bedroom and teased his boss's wife. Little did he know that the camera would capture things beyond his wildest dreams.

He stared at the video of his boss's sexy wife giving him a blowjob and talking dirty.

David couldn't believe how slutty his boss's wife acted, nor could he believe Amber had called her own husband a dumb ass. Damn, she was one twisted slut.

David knew Bill wasn't such a bad-looking guy and wondered why Amber agreed to his demand or why she was cheating on her husband. Did Bill have a tiny little dick that couldn't satisfy his wife? Or was his wife getting revenge on him because he cheated on her? Is that why Amber had turned into a cheating slut? A lot of questions arose in David's mind.

How long has Amber been cheating on Bill?

Could he get more out of this cheating slut than just a blowjob?

The amazing blowjob that he received was proof that his boss's wife had been practicing on many cocks.

Who else was she sucking off?

Amber must clearly be a cheating slut if she is willing to suck his cock so easily. She definitely must be getting some cock on the side.

Has she slept with any other of Bill's friends? Can he be one of them?

Fucking a married woman behind her husband's back was not new to David, but there was something special about Amber.

Amber being his boss's wife only made it the cherry on top. David would give anything to fuck Amber.

David had first thought of blackmailing Bill with the video. He could maybe get out of most responsibilities at work or just have fun making his boss squirm, but David wanted more. He wanted more of Amber. He wanted to feel her lips on his cock again. He wanted to watch her moan his name as he fucked her married pussy. He wanted to paint that pretty face with his cum. So he decided to wait till the time was right.

"I can't wait to fuck you, you dirty slut," David said, with a wicked smile as he watched Amber's face covered in his cum on the video.

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ

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 Subtitle:Neighborly Chronicles Alternate Universe Pt. 12
   Teaser:Amber gets a friend to plan their Anniversary
 Category:Loving Wives
      URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/neighborly-chronicles-au-pt-12
Published:2024-10-06
Amber had just gotten back from Jack's house. She was covered in a concoction of Jack and Stacy's sexual fluids and her own sweat and cum. Amber reeked of sex and was still horny. She decided to have a quick rendezvous with her showerhead to relieve the tension between her legs.

Just as Amber was about to climb the stairs, she heard Bill's car pull up in the driveway. Amber had a choice to make, she could drag Bill straight to the bedroom or quickly jump into the shower. Amber was so horny, her body craved sex, and she wanted to be fucked right now. Her libido won the battle in her mind, and her legs began moving towards the front door. She just hoped Bill wouldn't notice the state she was in or if she tasted different.

Bill could smell the delicious dinner even before he opened his front door. Amber pounced on him the moment he walked through the door. Bill dropped his bags to hold on to his wife. They made out right against the door. Bill hardly had time to take in Amber's outfit, a white sundress with floral prints that he loved. For some reason Amber was all sweaty, as if she had gone for a run wearing the sundress. Before he could ask Amber about it, their lips met and they were kissing. It wasn't a sweet kiss that said I missed you but rather an urgent and hungry one that said I want you right now. Bill's mind vaguely registered a strange salty and tangy taste, but he assumed it was just the sweat from all the cooking.

Amber's back was against the front door as she wrapped one leg around Bill's body, holding him closer. Bill kissed and sucked on Amber's shoulder, knowing how his wife loved it. He pulled down one of Amber's straps, freeing one of her heaving breasts. His hands groped firm breasts while his other hand slid down under her dress, cupping Amber's bare mound. Bill was shocked at how wet Amber's pussy was, not realising it was not just his wife's sexual fluids. Bill was so hungry for his wife, he wanted to taste her arousal and dropped to his knees.

Amber, realising what Bill was about to do, wanted to stop him, but Bill slipped one of Amber's legs over his shoulder and dove right in. She tried pushing him away, but when she felt Bill's tongue on her clit, she just spread her legs wider, letting her husband do his magic. Bill's lapped hungrily on Amber's pussy, sucking, licking, and probing her pussy with his tongue. The taboo thrill that Bill was unknowingly licking Jack's cum and Stacey's squirt off of Amber's pussy pushed her over the edge. Amber came hard on Bill's mouth. She recovered quickly and dragged Bill to their bedroom, holding his cock.

After an hour of frantically fucking each other's brains out, Bill panted as he caught his breath. He was covered in sweat and their sexual juices. His back and thigh muscles begged him for a break. Right beside him he could hear his wife, Amber, breathed heavily, coming down from her last orgasm. Bill couldn't recognise the woman lying beside him. It was as if his wife had turned into a complete nymphomaniac.

Bill was deep in thought when Amber caressed his chest and asked, "What's on your mind?"

"Have you ever wondered how our lives would have been if you had not gone out in that red dress on my birthday? Have you had those what-if moments?" Bill asked, still staring up at the ceiling.

Amber looked at Bill questioningly.

Bill could feel Amber's eyes on him and turned towards her. "You know there are some moments that completely change the course of our lives, and I feel my birthday, when you stepped out in your red dress is one of them," Bill said.

Amber didn't say anything. She just stroked Bill's chest, urging him to continue.

"You know, the fantasy could have just been between us, and we could have stopped right there, but then we went further by telling Jack about and agreeing to his perverted requests for blowjobs and pictures," Bill continued.

Amber realised something was bothering Bill and wanted to understand what was on her husband's mind. "What's going on, honey?" Where is all of this coming from?" Amber asked in a soothing voice, softly kissing Bill on his shoulders.

"I don't know. Lately, I have just been thinking. What would our lives be like if you had not found my porn? Would we be able to openly communicate or talk about our fantasies if you had not walked out in that red dress on my birthday? Would our sex life be this exciting, if we had not involved Jack? Or did I just push you towards that arrogant old man just to fulfil my perverted fantasy?" Bill said.

Amber thought about this for a moment and said, "Honestly, I have thought about this too, and I have realised something about myself. I want to share something with you that I have not told anyone else apart from Stacey. Maybe it will help you understand this from my perspective."

Bill faced Amber as she continued.

"It was the last semester of college. I was seeing a guy called Brian and we had been going out for almost five months. My friend Hannah was seeing this guy called John. We booked a cabin by the lake to spend the weekend with our boyfriends.

We had seen pictures of the cabin online. The cabin was a bit secluded by the lake and was close enough to town for us to get supplies. It had two bedrooms and a small patio with a fireplace overlooking the lake. When we got there, we realised the bedrooms basically shared a very thin wall, and we could practically hear what was happening… or said in the other room.

Amber's cheeks turned pink as she recounted the incident, and Bill thought it was cute that his wife felt embarrassed even after all the naughty things that they had done. But the anticipation of where Amber's story was leading to was making Bill's cock come to life.

"Hannah and I have always been competitive—nothing extreme or bitchy but in a friendly way. The first day we went on a hike and swam in the lake during the day. As the evening rolled by, we set up a campfire, and as the alcohol flowed freely, we started getting more handsy. But mostly we were tired from the travel, and all of us decided to call it a night, and as soon as our bedroom door shut, Brian and I pounced on each other, and by the sounds coming from the next room, so were my friend Hannah and her boyfriend. Hannah and I tried to be as modest as we could, trying to be as quiet," Amber said.

Bill could feel his cock stirring and adjusted his cock over his shorts. Amber met my gaze, smiling as she noticed the rising bulge. She slowly wrapped her hand over Bill's cock and squeezed and massaged it as she continued.

"The second day was a bit awkward at first, but we all just teased each other and laughed about it. The day was more relaxed, but that night when Hannah and I were heading back to our rooms, we knew what was about to happen. When I heard Hannah's moan from the next room, my competitive side kicked in, and I moaned louder. When I heard a loud 'Yes, fuck me,' I smiled to myself and thought, 'Game on, bitch."

"The whole night Hannah and I were trying to one up each other with louder moans and dirty talk. I think we drove the boys mad with our vocal antiques. Thinking back about the things I said makes it more funny than sexy," Amber said, with a laugh.

Bill just laughed and softly stoked Amber's skin, urging Amber to continue.

"The third day was quite a hot day; the boys were just in their shorts, and we both wore bikini tops; Hannah had shorts on and me with a short skirt. With so much skin on display, the air was thick with sexual tension. All of us were aware of what was going on. The sweat and musk of each other was getting us all hot and bothered," Amber said, taking a deep breath.

By now Amber's face and neck were flushed pink and her nipples poking through her T-shirt. Bill knew his wife was turned on narrating the story and moved closer, wanting as much contact with her as possible.

"Because of the heat and thirst, the drinking started early. With the heat, our sweaty bodies rubbing against each other, and the alcohol, inhibitions started to lower. By evening, we were sitting by the deck with a small fire between us. The conversation started getting more sexual and filled with innuendoes.

Before we knew it, the sun had set. The place was entirely lit by the soft light coming from within the house and the glowing fire.

Hannah and I started getting more comfortable with our boyfriends touching and groping us more openly. We knew our teasing was having an effect on the boys; by the way, they were grinding their hardons into us.

The touching slowly turned to kissing, and soon Hannah and I were making out with our boyfriends, openly on the deck.

I was sitting sideways on my boyfriend's lap while Hannah was straddling her boyfriend.

After a while, the sound of a zipper caught my attention, and when I turned in the direction, I was shocked to see Hannah on her knees in front of her boyfriend. She pulled out his cock and started sucking on it. When our eyes met, she gave me a naughty wink.

My boyfriend knew I was not comfortable giving heads, so he pushed me onto the chair and got in front of me. He hiked up my skirt and pulled down my panties. While my boyfriend ate my pussy, I watched Hannah give her boyfriend a sloppy blowjob.

Until this point in my life, I had never done anything like this before. Performing anything sexual in the open or in front of another person. I realised that day that I loved watching and being watched.

After a few minutes, Hannah stripped off her clothes and straddled John. She was riding her boyfriend in a cowgirl position. Hannah looked so beautiful, riding her boyfriend's cock, but what turned me on even more was that she was looking right at me while she was doing it. It was as if she was putting it on a show for me.

I stared at her with lust-filled eyes as I pinched my nipples with my boyfriend's head between my legs. I came hard on his mouth, staring into Hannah's eyes. Brian and I quickly changed positions, mirroring Hannah and her boyfriend.

We were both getting fuck out in the open, under the starry sky.

I did not expect what she said next. "Do you want to switch?" Hannah asked in a sultry voice.

I was so nervous and was caught off guard. I didn't know how to answer her. I just awkwardly mumbled, "That's OK."

She just gave me a wink and continued riding her boyfriend's cock.

It was so hot watching Hannah's body covered in sweat and glistening from the campfire light. It somehow seemed so natural and primitive. Four of us, fucking out in the open around a fire.

I was so horny, I looked Hannah in the eye, biting my lower lip and tugging on my nipples. I spread my legs wider and played with my clit unashamed, begging her to watch me. I wanted her to see my boyfriend's cock fuck my pussy. I didn't realise it at first, but she was mirroring my actions.

When Brian came flooding my pussy, I came for the second time that night with everyone watching me. It was one of the biggest orgasms I had until then. I remember it so clearly because I came so hard everyone thought I had a seizure. Hannah rushed to me, and John got me a glass of water. Brian was so proud for having made me cum so hard, but I knew it was more where and in front of whom we were fucking that triggered my orgasm, more than who was fucking me. But I decided not to burst his bubble.

All of us had come at least once, and we decided it was time to get back indoors. We went to our respective bedrooms to continue our second act.

Later at night, I woke up thirsty and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I was wearing a T-shirt and my thong.

Just as I was about to get back, I turned around to see Stacey stark naked and wearing just a naughty smile.

"I am so sorry," I said, not knowing what I was apologising for.

Hannah stepped closer and didn't even try to cover herself. She looked so confident and sexy. She stepped into my personal space until I could practically smell her sweaty skin. I felt Hannah's fingers on my lips shushing me.

"Don't apologise," she said, her eyes moving down to my lips, and before I knew it, I felt her soft lips on mine.

Fuck, it was so soft and sensual. I have never kissed a girl until that point in my life. But damn, that kiss had my pussy dripping wet. I was holding on to the counters, not knowing what to do with my hands.

Unlike me, Hannah, whose hands were roaming all over my body. Her hands cupped and needed my breasts, while her other hand snaked behind me to grope my ass. When her fingers moved down to my soaking wet thong. She knew how turned on I was.

I don't know for how long we were making out in the kitchen while our oblivious boyfriends were sleeping. Hannah pulled back and stared at my eyes.

Hannah slowly kissed my neck and started moving downward.

I stopped her and said, "No, I… " I was too embarrassed to say, 'I had just fucked my boyfriend and still had his cum dripping down my pussy'. But I was too turned on to stop. I took hold of Hannah's hands and guided them into my panties.

"God, you're so cute," Hannah said to me as she slipped her fingers through my wet pussy.

I moaned into her mouth, and she slipped two fingers into my pussy. I was so turned on, I was embarrassed at how quickly I came. Hannah held me tight as I came down from my orgasm.

"Are you all right?" Hannah asked.

"Yes," I said, still reeling in orgasmic bliss from my first ever lesbian encounter.

She kissed me goodnight and walked back to her room.

Our little trip was over the next day. Hannah and I never got the chance to talk about what happened or meet up again, but I always wondered how our weekend would have gone if I had said 'yes'," Amber said.

"God, that would have been so hot," Bill said, his cock rock hard again hearing Amber's story.

"What? If I have swapped partners with my best friend?" Amber asked with a naughty smile.

"I meant, you making out and being fucked by Hannah. " Bill said, his cock twitching at the thought. "But the idea of you swapping partners would be hot as well."

"Oh really. But knowing your perverted mind, I bet you would like to watch me with Hannah and her boyfriend. Watch me and my best friend share a cock while you jerk off. Would you like that, Bill? Would you like watching your wife in a threesome? Would you want to watch me get fucked while I ate my best friend's pussy?" Amber teased. "Or maybe you wish we had a foursome. Would you like that bill? Would you like to watch your wife take two cocks at once, getting spit-roasted, or do you want me to get DP'ed, baby?"

Bill's imagination ran wild, picturing the depraved scene Amber was painting. He imagined Amber with the two young studs, Brian and John, fucking her pussy and ass, while Amber's face was buried in Hannah's pussy. "Fuck, that would be so hot," Bill groaned.

Amber filed this new information in her mind for later. "But my point is, that weekend I realised something very important about myself. I loved being watched and being put on display. I enjoy the idea of exhibitionism and voyeurism.

"So that night, on your birthday, when I stepped out in that red dress, I was not only fulfilling your fantasy but also mine. I loved the idea of you watching me, irrespective of whom I was with. So trust me when I say it had nothing to do with Jack and everything to do with you being there.

"Every time I was with Jack at the club, when we danced with so many eyes watching us. Or the cab ride back home when I gave the cab driver a blowjob, and Jack played with my pussy. I liked that you were there; I loved that you were watching me and turned on by it." Amber said.

"I think that explains your fetish for cars," Bill said.

When Amber looked at Bill in confusion.

Bill continued, "When we were in the cab, or the time you gave Jack a blowjob in my car. You were out in public, but not too open, but the chances of getting caught or being seen excites you."

That did make sense, Amber thought to herself. She also recalled all the times that Bill was not aware of. The time she gave Jack a blowjob in Jack's car during their hike while the young attendant watched or how she fucked Jack in the hospital parking lot in her car.

"A lot of things make sense now," Bill said. "The first time in our hot tub, all the blowjobs by the pool, or how you wanted Jack to watch us on the Super Bowl night."

Yes, a lot of things did make sense. The reason why she agreed to Stacey's idea to make the anniversary present, getting fucked at the waterfall, the public restroom, or in her own office. Did the thought of being watched or getting caught excite her so much that she subconsciously left the door to her office open that day? She knew Stacey would come looking for her; deep down, did she want Stacey to catch Jack and her in the act?

"Do you regret the things we did with Jack?" Amber asked tentatively.

"No, no. I loved every second of it, and it turned me on more than you could possibly imagine. What about you?" Bill answered honestly.

"Like I said, every moment you enjoyed watching me, I enjoyed being watched. You are the perfect ying to my yang. We are perfect for each other. I love you," Amber said.

"I love you too," Bill said and kissed Amber.

"As perfect as this moment is, I have some bad news," Bill said.

"What is it?" Amber asked.

"You know, Steve's wife went into labour early yesterday, and he was supposed to attend a conference to meet a potential client. Now, he cannot make it, and I need to cover for him," Bill said.

"For how long?" Amber asked.

"Three days," Bill said, apologetically.

"Three days, Bill?" Amber responded.

"I know, honey, I'm so sorry. I just couldn't get out of it," Bill said.

"That's OK. I understand." Amber knew how much Bill loved his job and supported his co-workers. It was one of the qualities she loved about her husband.

"I'll check with Stacey if she wants to come over for a sleepover. It's been a while since we both got together," Amber said. She was keen to know what was going on between Jack and Stacey and how things had progressed so quickly.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Bill said.

"When do you have to leave?"

"The flight is at 6am tomorrow morning. I'm sorry for springing this up on you at the last minute," Bill apologised.

"That's all right," Amber replied.

"Oh, and I got you my little present to cheer you up," Bill said.

"You got me a present?" Amber asked excitedly.

"Yes, it's beside the front door, where someone ravished me, and I'm too exhausted to… " Bill said.

"Oh, let me get it," Amber said, cutting Bill off. She jumped out of bed and ran out of the room, butt naked.

Bill loved how excited Amber got for even the smallest of surprises and presents. She was like a kid on Christmas morning.

Five minutes later, Amber was staring at a huge thick and veiny dildo. Her face and neck had turned pink as she examined the sex toy.

"Well, I know the only sex toy you own is quite inadequate compared to what you are used to, thanks to our hung old neighbour," Bill teased.

Amber swatted Bill on his shoulder, which made both of them laugh.

Bill had to admit it felt strange standing at the sex shop as he roughly gauged the length and girth of Jack's cock and bought the silicone dildo. Bill knew from their roleplay the other night that Amber missed Jack's cock. Even though they had chosen to end their arrangement with Jack, there was no reason they couldn't have fun with a sex toy honoured to his cock. Bill thought, unaware of Amber's thrysts with their ugly neighbour.

Bill's cock stirred at the sight of Amber's fingers wrapped around the dildo. She used both her hands and cupped the bulbous cock head. It was like she was comparing the dildo to Jack's cock. Her hands were moving around the shaft like she was jerking off the thick phallus.

Amber looked at Bill with a naughty smile. She bit her lower lip and asked in a sultry voice."So, you bought this dildo with Jack's cock in mind."

"Yes," Bill said, suddenly his throat going dry.

Amber took hold of Bill's stiff cock and began slowly stroking it. Amber leaned in close, biting Bill's ear, and whispered, "And you are leaving me alone for three days with Jack's cock?"

"Oh fuck," Bill groaned.

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Bill left early the next morning, and Stacey had confirmed she would come over that evening for a sleepover.

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"I told Bill about the Cabin weekend," Amber said.

Stacey had come over earlier that evening after work. Both friends had quickly changed into comfortable clothes. Amber was wearing one of Bill's T-shirts and grey cotton sleep shorts. Stacey was wearing a purple cami top and shorts. Stacey's ample breasts were spilling out of her top, barely covering her nipples. They had opened a bottle of wine and were already in their second glass.

"The cabin weekend," Stacey asked surprised. She recounted how Amber had spilled the beans on that encounter, one girl's night, when they got totally drunk and played truth or dare.

"Yes, about that weekend," Amber said.

"So, what did he say?" Stacey asked. Her curiosity was piqued to know how Bill reacted.

"You know, like a typical guy, he thought it was hot imagining me with Hannah and would have been hotter if I had agreed to… " Amber said with her cheeks turning red.

"Duh, that WAS hot," Stacey said, siding with Bill. Even Stacey had been turned on listening to Amber narrate about the weekend.

"What?" Amber asked.

"Oh, come one. Aren't you a little curious what would have happened if you had said yes to Hannah?" Stacey said, her eyes dropping to Amber's lips.

After a silent pause, Amber said, "Maybe, a little.".

Stacey looked at Amber and could see her friend was turned on by the conversation.

The ding of the microwave and scent of buttery popcorn brought them both back to reality. Talk about being saved by the bell. Amber broke eye contact and cleared her throat. "Ummm, let me get the popcorn and open up another bottle of wine. We definitely need more wine," Amber said nervously and moved towards the kitchen.

Stacey thought Amber was so cute when she turned all pink and looked nervous like a teenager.

Amber came back with a bottle of wine and the popcorn. She set the popcorn between them as if creating a barrier.

Stacey just smiled at her friend and wanted to tease her some more.

"So what movie do you want to watch?" Amber asked without making eye contact.

"Oh, I know some movies we could watch," Stacey said with a naughty smile as she nodded to Amber's phone.

"What? No, Stacey. You have already seen the videos," Amber said, turning a deeper shade of pink.

"Oh, come on. Don't be such a party pooper. Yes, I have seen some of the videos, but you just showed me snippets of them on your phone. It would be so much fun to watch it on Bill's giant screen TV, and besides, I know you haven't shown me the dirtier ones," Stacey said. Stacey saw her friend contemplating the idea and said, "Besides, when you show Bill the videos, you are planning on showing it to him on the TV, right? Think of this like a preview on the big screen."

Amber had never considered watching herself on a big screen, and Stacey's idea did pique her interest.

"Look, how about we both connect our phones to the TV, and I'll show you mine if you show me yours?" Stacey said with a naughty smile to persuade her best friend. Stacey saw the hesitant look on Amber's face.

Amber had not shown the videos to anyone yet. Sometimes when she was alone and had the place to herself, Amber watched some of the videos; even she was shocked at how she behaved and the things that she said in the videos.

"Amber, sweetie, it's just me, honey. You know I'm not going to judge you for what's on those videos. Besides now that we both know what's going on? I can't talk about that ugly bastard or his huge cock with anyone else. You know that," Stacey said.

Stacey did have a point. No one knew about her and Jack apart from Bill and Stacey. It would be nice to have someone with whom she could share and talk.

"I just thought it would be fun comparing notes. You know what position you have tried, where have you had sex, or how to push Jack over the edge," Stacey said.

Amber knew Stacy was right; it would be fun to share details and compare notes. She also knew that it would be great to learn a few tricks from Stacey to tame Jack's monster cock.

Amber was already feeling a buzz from the wine, and their little talk was turning her on. "Ok," said Amber finally.

"Yay," Stacey said as both of them connected their phones to Bill's TV.

Amber couldn't believe they were doing this, but it was exciting now that she had someone to share this dirty secret with.

"Okay, I'll go first," Stacey said and played the first video she had taken with Jack on the day of the pool party.

Amber watched Stacey give Jack a blowjob. She was surprised at how easily her friend had gotten accustomed to Jack's huge cock. Amber couldn't deny it was so hot watching Stacey suck on Jack's thick cock while talking dirty. Yes, Amber and Stacey discussed their sex lives, and Stacey was never shy about sharing the dirty details, but watching her best friend in action was something else.

Amber could feel the wetness grow between her thighs. She watched Stacey talk so filthy that Jack's cock spewed a huge load on her face.

"Fuck," Amber said without realizing she said it out loud. She could hear Stacey giggle beside her.

"Your turn," Stacy said.

Amber didn't want to look like a prude, so she played the video Jack and her took near the waterfall.

On screen, Amber, dressed in skimpy hiking attire, walked, swaying her ass.

"Wow, well done, Babe. I always knew you enjoyed the outdoors, but not this much,"Stacey teased.

For some reason, Amber felt a sense of pride hearing Stacey's compliment.

On screen, Amber said the naughtiest of things, teasing Jack and Bill.

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"Hey Bill, do you think Jack is gonna have fun playing with my ass in a little bit?"

"But I'm going to let our big neighbor here play with it as much as he wants. That ass that you love so much will be groped, spanked, rubbed, and the whole time you'll only be able to watch. I have to make sure I tease my husband as much as possible, isn't that right baby?"

"I want you spank me like my husband wishes he could. Punish my ass that I work so hard to keep in shape. Remind me and my husband who's my daddy!"

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"Fuck, I love it when you turn on your slut mode. You are so sexy," Stacey teased.

Amber knew her friend was turned on seeing Stacey's nipples poking through her cami top. She didn't blame her; Amber herself could feel her pussy beginning to get wet watching herself act so slutty.

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"He's not fucking me this time Bill… I'm fucking him. Him and his big cock. God, it just feels so good. I can't stand him sometimes but my body is getting hooked on the pleasure he gives me. Does that excite you? That your loving wife is having sex with the man you hate. Behind your back no less. Oh, fuck! Just look at me! He gets so deep every time. Much deeper than you ever could hope to. His cock is so much bigger! It makes my body go crazy every time. I'm fucking him way better than I've ever fucked you. Doesn't that sound naughty? Is this what you wanted to see? Please tell me that you're watching! Aren't you? Watch me fuck this cock until I cum all over it! Watch me turn into his little slut! Oh, God! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me so good that you make me forget about my dumbass husband!"

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"Oh you evil bitch, I love this side of you," Stacey said. "But do you think Bill would be fine with the whole demeaning stuff?"

"I know, I have thought about it, but even last week when we roleplayed. He seemed to enjoy the degrading and humiliating aspect of the fantasy," Amber said.

"God, that is so kinky. I never knew he had such a dark side. Well, whatever gets his rocks off. No judgment here," Stacey said.

"I know right. He even likes the whole cheating wife thing," Amber replied.

"Maybe you should play into that more. I bet that would drive him crazy," Stacey suggested.

Amber took note of Stcaey's point. She was shocked to see Stacey pinching her nipples over her cami with one hand and the other in her shorts, playing with herself.

"Stacey," Amber admonished.

"What?" Stacey said, looking at Amber with a not so guilty expression. "Bitch, you are so fucking hot. I can't help myself."

Amber herself could feel her soaking wet pussy. She had planned to take care of herself with her new toy later.

"Oh, come on, I know you want to. I can practically smell your wet cunt from here," Stacey said crassly.

"God, you're such a pig," Amber said, attacking her friend with popcorn.

"Guilty as charged," Stacey said, with a giggle, recalling her roleplay costume the last time she was with Jack. "But you love it."

Stacey knew Amber was turned on by the way she was squirming and rubbing her legs together. Amber's skin was flushed, and her nipples seemed equally hard as hers.

"OK, here is a deal. I will play one of my dirtiest videos with Jack, but you must touch yourself. I know you want to." Stacey said.

Amber had to admit she was curious about the video. Besides, she could just slip her hand in her shorts and pretend she was touching herself. It was just Stacey. "OK," Amber said softly.

Stacey had a wide grin on her face as she selected the next video.

—

On screen, Stacey cooed, "Oh Shit. Yes, eat my ass you dirty old bastard." Stacey was on all fours, at the edge of the bed. Amber recognized Jack's bedroom. Jack was kneeling behind her, spreading her ass cheeks apart and pushing his tongue deep into Stacey's asshole.

"Fuck, yes. Tongue fuck my dirty hole, you nasty pervert," Amber groaned as Jack licked and sucked on Stacey's asshole like an animal.

Jack pulled back and spanked Stacey's ass.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

"Say it, bitch. Tell me what you want me to do to you." Jack growled, pulling on Stacey's hair and making her face the camera.

"Do it, you dirty bastard. Fuck my ass. Stick that cock up my ass," Stacey said, needy with lust.

Jack grabbed a bottle of lube from the side and began pouring a generous amount on his cock and on Stacey's ass.

—-

"Oh my god, Stacey. You really let him fuck your ass," Amber asked, without taking her eyes off the screen. Amber didn't notice Stacey move right next to her.

"Oh, you know how I'm always up for a challenge," Stacey replied with a smile.

"Hey, not fair. You are cheating. I told you, you need to touch yourself," Stacey whispered into Amber's ear. "Since you are so raptured watching me, let me help," Stacey cooed as she ran her fingers over Amber's crotch. Amber's grey shorts already had a wet spot. As Stacey applied more pressure against her pussy, Amber slowly began to move her hips into Stacey's fingers.

"Hmmmm," Amber moaned as Stacey grew more confident and began rubbing Amber's pussy over her shorts. The wet spot on Amber's shorts grew as her pussy gushed seeing the depraved scene on screen.

Stacey thought Amber looked so beautiful at the moment. She had always had a crush on her best friend but never acted on it. Stacey knew how much Amber loved Bill. Her friend did share some naughty details about their sex lives but knew they were not over the top kinky. Stacey also found Bill very attractive and knew how happy he made her best friend. Stacey always shared her sex life in explicit detail, some encounters, some more than the others; especially her threesomes and lesbian encounter. She always thought if her best friend ever wanted to try a threesome, she would jump at the chance. But Amber never got the hint.

But these last few months, since Bill's birthday party, her best friend has transformed into a sexual goddess. Amber seemed more confident and sexy. She told Stacey about BIll's fantasy, her encounters with their ugly neighbor, and even showed her videos. Stacey was blown away by her friend's sexual transformation and also found her more attractive.

At first, when Stacey started having sex with Jack, she felt guilty for not telling Amber. But the day when Jack fucked Stacey in Amber's office and later Amber had taken her back home. Stacey was overwhelmed with joy for two reasons. One, Amber was not made at her fucking Jack, and two, she had seen the lust in Amber's eyes. Even the encounter in Jack's house the previous day confirmed that Amber was attracted to Stacey. Stacey made a mental note to thank the ugly asshole someday for bringing her and Amber closer.

So Stacey softly kissed and whispered dirty things in Amber's ears as she watched Jack sodomize her. Amber responded with soft moans of approval.

—-

On screen, Jack was slowly pushing his cock inch by inch into Stacey's ass.

"Oh Fuck, Jack. You're filling me up. Fuck, go slow," Stacey said, taking deep breaths.

Jack, to his credit, was not acting like a brutish asshole for once, as he slowly drew his cock out and pushed in deeper into Stacey's ass.

"Oh, fuck, yes, Jack. Keep going," Stacey said.

Jack slowly pulled out, and each time he pushed his cock in, he drove it a little deeper until he had his entire length buried deep in Stacey's ass.

"Oh shit. Oh Fuck. I feel so full. Fuck yes. Now fuck me, Jack. Fuck my ass," Stacey instructed Jack.

—

"Oh Fuck. That is so hot," Amber said without taking her eyes off the screen. She spread her legs wider, giving Stacey more access to her pussy. The crotch of Amber's shorts was soaking wet.

"You like that, babe. You like watching me get fucked in the ass," Stacey prodded Amber as she pinched Amber's clit and rubbed her pussy of the soggy material.

"Yesss," Amber winned, watching the debauchery on screen.

"You want to try that, don't you? You want to know how it feels to have that thick cock stretch your tight asshole. You want Jack to fuck your ass while Bill watches you, don't you? You want to be Jack's anal slut?" Stacey hissed in Amber's ears.

Amber was on fire; the scene in front of her and Stacey's filthy words were making her skin burn with desire. She wanted to be touched and filled. She grabbed Stacey's hands and guided them into her shorts. The moment Stacey's fingers slid through sopping wet folds, Amber trembled in pleasure. "Fuck, yesssss," she hissed. She turned towards Stacey. Staring into her lust-filled eyes and her slightly parted lips. Amber didn't think twice before leaning forward and kissing Stacey hard.

Amber and Stacey kissed hungrily, exploring each other's mouths with their tongues.

Stacey slipped one hand around Amber's hips, holding her, as she slowly slipped two fingers into Amber's pussy.

"Oh fuck," Amber moaned, breaking away from the kiss, but she held Stacey's hand in place and grinding her hips, urging her friend to fuck her.

Stacey kissed and nibbled on Amber's neck as she fucked her friend's pussy.

—

On screen, Jack and Stacey had now switched positions. Stacey was now squatting over Jack, supporting herself on Jack's chest as she impaled her ass on his cock. Stacey's huge breasts bounced up and down on Jack's face. Amber couldn't believe how Stacey was taking that monster cock in her ass.

Stacey's pussy was slightly agape and leaking a thick stream of pussy cream. It ran down Jack's cock each time he pulled out, acting as lube and making a mess on Jack's cock and balls.

"Oh fuck yes, Fuck my ass you dirty pervert. Is this what you wanted—to stuff your nasty cock up my ass? Fuck my fucking shithole, you ugly bastard," Stacey howled at Jack.

—

Oh my fucking god, Amber thought to herself. She had never been so turned on by such nasty filth before in her life. And to watch her friend, who was so professional and well-mannered, act like such a nasty slut and utter such filth made her pussy cream.

Stacey was so turned on watching and touching Amber. She wanted more. She wanted to taste her best friend. "Can I taste your pussy?" Stacey asked.

Amber really did want this and did not want another missed opportunity, but something was holding her back.

"I don't know Stacey. Bill is not here. I feel like… " Amber said.

"Honey, if you feel you're cheating on Bill, we can stop right now, and I will pack my bags and go home. Of all the people I know, I would never want to come between you guys or be a reason for you to feel guilty," Stacey said genuinely.

Amber knew Stacey was sincere.

"Babe, It's all right, you said it yourself. Bill was excited at the idea of you being with another woman. And knowing Bill, the only thing he would ask is if you had recorded it," Stacey said with a smile.

Amber knew Stacey was right. This would only drive Bill wild when she told him. If he had fantasized her with an ugly man like Jack, of course he wouldn't mind if Amber tried something with Stacey.

And God, she wanted this. Her body felt so alive and buzzed with energy. She wanted to be with a woman and not just anyone. If she could pick anyone woman in the world, Amber knew she would pick Stacey. She trusted her friend and felt safe with her.

"Ok, but not here. Let's go to the bedroom," Amber said.

"I like that idea," Stacey said, with a big smile.

Amber quickly led Stacy to her bedroom.

"Oh, what do we have here?" Stacey said, pointing to the dildo on Amber's side table.

Amber's cheeks turned crimson. She forgot she had let her new sex toy out in the open.

"Nevermind, we will get to that later," Stacey said, leading Amber to the bed.

And before long, both friends were completely naked and kissing. Amber already loved kissing Stacy's soft lips and feeling her smooth skin against her body. Their hands were touching, groping, and exploring each other's bodies.

Stacy slowly slid down Amber's body. She stopped at Amber's breasts and sucked on her pierced nipples. Her tongue lashing against the piercing sent jolts of pleasure through Amber's body. Stacy switched breasts, giving equal attention to both of Amber's nipples.

A few minutes later, Stacey slipped down Amber's body. Amber instinctively spread her legs wide open as Stacy comfortably settled between them.

Stacy pulled back and, for a moment, just admired her friends, wet pussy. Amber's pussy was swollen and puffy with desire. Stacy slowly ran her fingers through the wet, slick folds, teasing her friend. The musky scent of Amber's arousal was driving Stacy wild. Stacy licked her lips, staring at her friends, delicious pussy.

"Please, Stacy. I want to feel your lips on me," Amber winned, growing more impatient with Stacy's teasing fingers.

"Oh, I like this side of you, Dr.Amber. Submissive and needy. Ask me nicely, baby. What do you want?" Stacey teased Amber. She accentuated her command by dipping a finger into Stacy's pussy.

Amber groaned in pleasure. All her modesty and pride were gone; she didn't care if she had to beg her friend. She was so pent up, and her pussy was begging to be touched.

"Please, Stacy. Eat my pussy. Suck on my clit and fuck me with your fingers. I want to cum on your lips, screaming your name," Amber begged.

"Since you asked so nicely," Stacey said with a naughty smile. She ran her tongue along Amber's wet slit. The taste and scent of Amber's pussy were driving Stacey wild. She dove in, hungrily lapping on Amber's pussy.

"Oh Fuck," Amber moaned in pleasure. One of her hands was pinching and tugging on her nipples while the other held Stacey's head in place.

Stacey could feel Amber's thighs quiver; she knew her friend was close. Stacey slipped two fingers inside Amber's pussy and latched on her friend's throbbing clit.

Oh my god, oh my fucking god, don't stop. Please don't stop, baby," Amber bucked her hips off the bed.

Stacey's mouth and fingers never left Amber's pussy.

Amber came hard with a silent scream. Her body trembled, and in her mind she just saw a white light.

Stacey moved up Amber's body and held her friend as she came down from her orgasm.

Amber kissed Stacey, as if thanking her for this amazing experience. But Amber was not done yet; her body craved for more. She wanted to taste Stacey. She wanted to fuck Stacey.

"Fuck. Can we do that again?" Amber asked, catching her breath.

"Oh honey, we are just getting started," Stacey said with a naughty smile.

—

The next day, Bill called Amber before he got down to the conference. Bill knew his day would be busy and wanted to catch up with Amber before he left.

"Hey honey, Are you still in bed?"

"Hmmm," Amber said, without opening her eyes, still sleepy.

"I'm sorry for waking you up. I just wanted to hear your voice before I started my day," Bill said. Bill imagined Amber in one of his T-shirts and panties still in bed. Her hair messy, and her soft skin glowing in the morning sunlight spilling in from their bedroom windows. Amber always looked beautiful in the mornings, and Bill had missed waking up next to his wife. He knew Stacey had come over for a girl's night, so they must have gossiped, drank too much wine, and slept late. He was curious if Amber had used the new sex toy he had bought for her. "So did Jack keep you up all night?" Bill teased Amber, referring to the new dildo her had brought in honor of Jack's cock, oblivious to what had happened the previous night between his wife and her friend.

"Maybe," Amber said slowly, stirring from her sleep. Sometime during the night, Amber had begged Stacey to use the toy on her. So, it was the truth, but just not the whole truth.

"Fuck, that is so hot. I wish I was there to watch you play with it," Bill said.

"Oh, really, you would like to watch?" Amber smiled as she sat up.

"Fuck, yes," Bill said, adjusting his stiffening cock in his pants. Bill and Amber had never had phonesex before. Amber was just too shy and conscious about talking dirty, but after everything they had been through the last couple of months, Bill was hoping his wife would consider it.

Amber looked at the dildo on her side table and grabbed it. It was still a little sticky from last night. Amber could feel the wetness between her thighs as she recalled how Stacey had fucked her with the dildo. "Oh Bill, Jack's cock is still so hard even after fucking me all night, honey," Amber teased her husband.

"Oh shit honey, you are killing me," Bill groaned. The fact that Amber was referring to the dildo as Jack's cock made Bill rock hard. It showed how comfortable and confident she was with the sex toy, the roleplay, and dirty talk. The fact that Jack was right there next door also made the comment even more naughty.

"Oh, my poor baby, am I being too naughty? Too bad, honey, Jack is going to fuck your wife all day while you're busy with your conference," Amber cooed, laughing as she pictured Bill's tented pants.

"Oh, you are being such a bad girl right now. Fuck, I love you so much," said Bill as he squeezed his cock.

"You like it when I am so bad for you, don't you, honey?" Amber said in a sultry voice.

Just then Stacey walked out of their ensuite bathroom, dripping wet in a towel.

Stacey looked at Amber holding the dildo, and with a naughty smile, she dropped her towel.

Amber just stared at her friend's naked body. "Have a lovely day, Honey," Amber said as she hung up.

Bill had to jerk off in his room before he could leave the room. Amber was driving him crazy, and Bill loved how much the fantasy had spiced up their sex life.

10am

Everyone had just settled down for the presentation to begin. Just then Bill's phone buzzed with a text notification.

AMBER: Sorry, Honey. Jack kept me a while in the shower, so I couldn't take your call.

An image of the silicon dildo stuck to their shower wall with a wet Amber half impaled on it, loaded on BIll's screen.

"Fuck," Bill said softly as he discreetly adjusted his cock in his pants.

11am

Bill was just about to enter a meeting with a client when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Bill knew he was getting late for the meeting. He also knew that the anticipation would just have him distracted throughout the meeting.

AMBER: Hope you had your breakfast, Honey? I just had some sausages and eggs on the side.

An image of Amber in just her red apron. She was squatting on the kitchen counter with half the dildo inside her. Bill could make out the entire length of the dildo covered in Amber's pussy juice. In front of her, there was a plate of scrambled eggs.

Amber looked so sexy in just the red apron. Bill realized even he had not fucked Amber like this. Even Jack, the dildo was getting a first with Amber before Bill.

Bill had to send his colleagues into the meeting first and wait for his hard on to subside before joining them. He got curious looks from his co-workers, and one of them even asked if he was OK. Bill's face was flushed as he came up with an excuse.

1pm

Bill was having lunch with his co-workers when his phone buzzed again. This time there was a video file attached. Bill excused himself and rushed to the nearest restroom where he slipped on his earphones and played the video.

Amber was dressed in a tank top and booty shots; she was in their living room with dildo right in front of her face. The phone was propped right in front of her as if it were a POV video. She was kissing and licking the sides of the dildo; her lips were swollen, and her eyes seemed glassy.

In a pouty voice, Amber said, "How is your conference, Honey? How has your day been, Honey? I hope you're enjoying it as much as I am."

The next five minutes were Amber slobbering and deep throating the dildo.

"My pussy is so sore, honey. That's why I have to use my mouth, baby," Amber said.

"Fuck," Bill groaned, pulling his cock out. Even the fucking dildo had experienced a sloppy blowjob from his wife before him.

4pm

Bill was standing in a corner watching the presentation by a renowned developer in his field when he received another video. He couldn't resist and slipped out to the corridor and played the video.

This time Amber was on their bed. Amber was completely naked and on her back. Bill could see the dildo pumping in and out of her wet pussy.

"Oh fuck, Jack. You're stretching my pussy so good. I don't think I can feel Bill's cock anymore. Fucking ruin my married pussy."

The way Amber's thighs shivered, Bill knew Amber was close.

"Oh fuck, yes, Jack, fuck me on our marital bed. Fuck my cheating pussy while my husband is at his conference," Amber said as she came hard on the dildo and the video went dark.

Bill thought something was odd about the video, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. His mind was clouded with the sounds of his wife's orgasm.

A throat clearing nearby caught Bill's attention. He looked to his right to see an annoyed older woman glaring at him. She was trying to get past him and gave him a disgusting look, assuming Bill was watching porn on his phone. Bill quickly apologized and slipped his phone into his pocket.

6pm

As the conference was winding down, Bill couldn't wait to get back to his hotel to call Amber. As if he had summoned her by his thoughts, Bill's phone buzzed, and he immediately knew who it was. He didn't dare look at what Amber had sent him with all his co-workers by his side; they were going to a local bar nearby, but Bill excused himself, saying he was not feeling well. He quickly said goodbye, and he slipped into a cab. He got into the back seat and gave directions to his hotel while he pulled out his phone and earphones.

This video was of Amber on the edge of a hot tub. She was on all fours, and the view of the camera was from behind her. Her bikini top was lying beside her, and her bottom was scrunched up around one of her legs. Amber's head was turned to face the video as she worked the dildo in and out of her pussy.

"Oh yes, Jack, fuck my married pussy. Do you like what you see, honey? Our ugly neighbor fucking your wife in our hot tub," Amber moaned.

Bill watched as Amber's bubble butt bounced with every thrust, and he couldn't stop staring at the puckered asshole winking at him.

As if reading Bill's mind, Amber said, "You like watching my ass bounce, Honey? You want to spank my ass, don't you, baby? But you know the rules. Only an asshole like Jack gets to spank my ass. Well, I have decided to make an exception."

Bill couldn't believe what he just heard—did Amber just say she was going to make an exception? Did that mean he could spank her? He planned to ask Amber about it tonight when he got to the hotel.

SLAP.

As the spanking sound came from the video, and that's when it clicked. The camera slowly zoomed out. A hand entered the video frame and gave a sharp slap on his wife's ass. Bill almost felt the slap on his cheeks, realizing what was going on in the video.

SLAP. SLAP…

It was not Amber who was holding the camera. A hand roughly pulled on Amber's hair as it spanked his wife's ass.

.

Amber groaned and looked directly into the camera with a naughty smile.

"Oh, and say hi to Stacey, honey," Amber said in a sultry voice.

The camera turned, and Stacy came into view. "Hey Bill, you have been such a naughty boy, haven't you? You better get back to your room and call Amber," Stacy said with a wicked grin before the video went dark.

"Fuck," Bill said as his cock throbbed in his pants.

"What was that, mate? Did you say something?" asked the cab driver.

"Sorry, I was just talking to myself," Bill said in a daze.

Bill replayed the previous video of Amber in their bedroom, and that's when he realized what was odd about it. Amber's whole body was spasming in orgasm, and the camera was still being held steady, which could only mean that Stacey was the one filming the video.

"Holy shit," Bill thought to himself.

Bill's head was bombarded with questions. as he raised through the lobby to get to his room.

Bill knew Amber shared details about their sex life with Stacey. Stacey would always tease them about it when they got together.

The last few weeks, Bill suspected Stacey knew about Jack's involvement in their sex life. He was embarrassed when Stacey hinted about Jack when they met at the gym. Bill wondered how much of it Amber had told Stacey. And what did Stacey think about him? Bill had to admit, he was a little scared of involving more people, but he knew Stacey was a good friend they could trust with their kinky secret. Bill's cock twitched at the thought of Stacey teasing him about his fantasy now that it was in the open.

But the other question burning in Bill's mind was, 'What the hell happened between Amber and Stacey?'

Just then Bill's phone rang. It was a video call from Amber.

—.

"So," Amber said as she answered the call with a naughty smile.

"So," Bill said anxiously. He could only see Amber's face, but she had clearly dolled up for tonight.

"Did you like your surprise?" Amber asked.

"I loved it," Bill said, in anticipation of what Amber had planned for him.

"Really?" Amber asked.

"I can't wait to hear how all this started between Stacey and you and what the both of you were up to last night." Bill said.

"Well, we thought maybe we could show you," Amber said in a coy voice.

Bill's jaw dropped on hearing what Amber just implied.

"Well, you always wanted to try phone sex. Well, you're on the phone, and I'm having sex. Well, you know… going to… " Amber joked and laughed nervously.

Bill knew his wife, Amber, made silly jokes when she was nervous. "Hey, it's OK. I'm 100 percent in this with you. The other day when you told me about your cabin weekend, I could sense it in your voice—that feeling of regret, the possibility of what could have happened that night if you had said yes to Hannah. Not just about the swapping partners but also about being with another woman. I'm happy you feel safe and comfortable with Stacey to explore this. I'm right here with you. All this is not just about me or my fantasy; it's about both of us exploring our kinks together. You don't need to feel guilty or nervous. All right," Bill comforted Amber.

Amber smiled lovingly at her husband, 'God, how he knew her so well and said just the right things she wanted to hear.' Amber felt so lucky to have a loving and understanding husband like Bill. She was determined to give him a naughty show that he would never forget.

"I love you," Amber said.

"I love you too,' Bill replied.

Amber was relieved that Stacey was right when she said Bill wouldn't be mad. She was a little hesitant when Stacey came up with the idea for tonight but after hearing her husband's approval, Amber was confident they were going to blow Bill's mind away.

Amber had always seen Bill discreetly check out her best friend. She knew no warm-blooded man could resist sneaking peeks at Stacey's breasts. Stacey, for her part, loved to tease and flirt with Bill. Amber knew it was all just innocent fun, and they would even laugh about how Bill blushed and turned pink at Stacey's suggestive remarks or innuendoes. Amber knew her husband had a bit of a crush on her friend.

"So you're really okay with this?" asked Amber, now more confident and smiling at Bill.

"I am ready," said Bill, leaning against the hotel bed's headboard and fluffing his pillow.

"Oh! Stacy has one little condition," Amber said.

"What is it?" Bill asked.

"Well, when I first told her about your fantasy and how you loved watching me with another person, she was excited about our naughty fantasy. But when I told her about Jack, she was curious about why him. Why someone so ugly and arrogant like Jack? So, I told her about how it excited you if the other person was someone you hated or was an asshole and you didn't get along. So, she came up with an idea to make this experience more exciting for you. Well, she is not exactly someone we hate or an asshole, but she said she can definitely be a mean bitch," Amber said, with a naughty smile.

Seeing the confusion on Bill's face, Amber continued, "She… Well, WE basically don't want tonight to be just about us having lesbian fun; we also want this to be about you and your fantasy." Amber could see Bill gulp when she said this, but his face also told her husband loved the idea.

"Yes, of course, I would love for her to tease or be a little mean," Bill said tentatively. Bill had never been dominated by another woman before, and this was definitely a first for him. But he knew that Stacey had a wild streak and was curious what she had in mind. He loved that the evening was getting even more exciting.

"So are you up for it?" Amber asked.

"Yes, definitely yes," said Bill with more conviction in his voice. His cock already hard as a rock.

Amber gave a naughty wink and smile as she turned and headed for their bedroom. She opened the door and pointed the camera towards their bed.

"Fuck," Bill groaned, not able to believe what he was watching.

Stacy was sprawled on the bed in naughty purple lingerie. As soon as she saw Amber walk into the room, Stacey got up, standing in front of the bed.

Stacey looked at Amber and checked with her, "So is he okay with it?"

"Yes, he is all in," Amber confirmed.

Amber handed over the phone to Stacey and moved closer to her friend.

Stacey moved the camera so that Bill had a view of both their bodies in similar lingerie, except Amber's was pink.

"Hey Bill, I just wanted to check in with you and hope you understand that this is all just, in good fun. I love you both and would never want to be a reason to come in between your relationship. I just want to make sure you are fine with everything that Amber said," Stacey asked. She wanted to make sure all three of them were on the same page.

"Yes, Amber told me about your condition, and I am okay with it," Bill said as he watched these two beautiful women dressed in sexy lingerie slowly move towards each other.

Stacey now had her hand around Amber's waist, and Amber had her hands around Stacey's neck. Both the women giggled as their bodies pressed against each other. Stacey squeezed Amber's ass and pulled her in for a kiss. It was a soft and sensual kiss.

"Fuck," Bill groaned as his brain short-circuited, watching his wife kiss another woman. He squeezed his stiffening cock.

They pulled apart in a lusty haze. Both the women looked at the phone and saw Bill's mouth hanging open.

"I guess he liked it," Stacey said to Amber. She gave a sharp slap on Amber's ass and leaned in again for another kiss. This time, it was more passionate and hungry. Their lips parted and tongues explored each other's mouths.

Bill watched in awe as both these beautiful women made out for several minutes.

Stacey broke the kiss and looked at the camera with a wicked grin. "Oh, you've been such a bad boy, Bill," Stacey said. "Letting your hot wife play with an ugly asshole like Jack. Letting this sweet ass be spanked by that nasty old man," Stacey said as she gave two slaps on Stacy's ass.

SLAP. SLAP.

Stacy's thumb traced over Amber's lips as she said, "Letting these sweet lips suck on the strange men's cocks."

Bill groaned as he recalled Amber sucking on Jack and the cab drivers' cocks. He still didn't know about Amber sucking David off right there in their bedroom.

Stacey reached behind and snapped open Amber's bra. Amber's perky tits and pierced nipples were exposed. Stacy's hand groped Amber's tits. Her fingers pinched Amber's nipple roughly, which caused Amber to moan in pleasure.

Stacey's hands moved lower and cupped Amber's mound over her thong. "Oh, you sexy slut. You're soaking wet," Stacey said and kissed her friend again. Stacey began playing with Amber's pussy over her thong. Rubbing her pussy over the soaking wet material.

Bill's cock stiffened on hearing Stacey call his wife a slut, realizing a hierarchy had already been established in their relationship. Bill loved seeing Amber submissive to Stacey even though both of them were equals in work and life.

Amber kissed and moaned against Stacey's cheeks as her friend teased her. Her hips were gyrating against Stacey's fingers.

"Please, Stacey," Amber moaned.

"Please What? You horny slut?" Stacey said.

"Please touch my pussy; I want to feel your fingers inside me," Amber begged.

Bill couldn't believe how needy and desperate his wife sounded. He was slowly rubbing his cock over his boxers to pace himself.

"Did you hear that? Your sweet wife wants me to touch her pussy," Stacey said, looking at Bill. Stacey knew Amber was already quite riled up and wanted to tease Bill some more. She cupped and massaged Amber's pussy over her thong. "Not so fast, sweetie. I want you to answer some questions first," Stacey said and gave quick slaps on Amber's ass to get her attention.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

"Anything you want. Please don't stop touching me," Amber whined.

"I hear you have become quite the cock sucking slut. All that cock sucking skills, and you haven't even given your dear hubby a proper blowjob, have you, you slut? Does your cunt get wet sucking on that ugly bastard's cock? Do you like it when Jack stuffs his fat cock deep in your throat and makes you gag on his cock? You like it when he uses your mouth like a cunt and fucks your face, you dirty slut?" Stacey teased.

"Oh fuck, please, Stacey, don't stop," Amber begged, Stacey's dirty words pushing her closer to her orgasm.

Bill couldn't believe how quickly Stacey had turned up the heat with just her dirty words. He could clearly see the effect it was having on his wife; his own cock was rock hard, oozing pre-cum.

"You like getting fucked while your husband watches, don't you? You liked it when Jack fucked you on this bed while Bill watched? Did your pussy enjoy getting stretched by Jack's fat cock? You are such a slut wife, fucking Jack's cock all night while your sweet husband slept in the next room," Stacey said as she rubbed Amber harder.

"Yes, yes, I loved being a slut for Jack all night," Amber moaned; she would have agreed to anything Stacey said as long as she made her cum.

"Come for me, you dirty slut," Stacey said, as she pinched and tugged on Amber's clit over the wet material.

"Oh my god, Oh fuck," Amber moaned as her legs buckled and closed tight around Stacey's hands. Amber came hard as her hips bucked and ground hard on Stacey's fingers.

Amber would have fallen down in a heap if not for Stacey holding her up by her waist.

"'That's a good girl. You are such a sweet slut." Stacey kissed Amber on her forehead and comforted her as she came down from her orgasm. She turned to Bill, gripping his hard cock over his boxers.

"Oh, come on, Bill, pull out your cock. I want to see that beautiful cock your wife has been bragging about all these years. Well, not so much these past couple of months," Stacey teased, with a wicked giggle.

Bill obeyed Stacey and got out of his boxers. His hard cock was leaking pre-cum.

Stacey was surprised at the sight of Bill's cock. She knew Bill was bigger than most men; Amber had always said so, but seeing it in person, she was impressed. "Stroke that cock for me, Bill," Stacey licked her lips, staring at the pre-cum oozing from Bill's cockhead. She made a mental note to ask Amber about having a turn on her husband's cock someday.

Stacey turned her attention back to Amber and slowly helped her friend sit on the edge of the bed. "Now lean back, honey," Stacey instructed Amber.

Amber leaned back and supported her upper body on her elbows; she was sitting on the edge of the bed as Stacey got down in between them. Amber's thong was soaked in her pussy juice and cum.

Stacey leaned in, Amber's pussy inches from her face. She gave Bill a wicked grin and winked before running her tongue on the sodden material. Stacey's nostrils flared as she took in the musky scent of Amber's pussy. "Fuck, I can't get enough of your wife's pussy, Bill," Stacey groaned as she rubbed her face all over Amber's soaked thong.

Stacey teased Amber by slowly playing with her pussy using her fingers and tongue, agonizing Amber. "Honestly, Bill, I am a little disappointed in you that you didn't share this fantasy with me earlier. I thought I was a good friend, but you know what? I forgive you, and I'm going to try harder from now on to be your best friend," Stacey said.

Bill was a little confused by what Stacey was talking about.

"If only I had known what a pervert you are, wanting to watch your wife get fucked, I could have made your fantasy come true so long ago. All those girls' nights, we both went out together, dancing and drinking in all those clubs. You have no idea how many of these assholes keep hitting on us, buying us drinks, trying to get us drunk and wanting to dance with us. You know that is just an excuse to grind their cocks on us, right?" Stacey said as she traced her fingers over the soaked material, rubbing Amber's pussy.

"Oh fuck," Bill and Amber groaned in unison at Stacey's filthy words.

"Can you imagine that bill? All those drunk horny assholes, just groping your wife's tits and ass and rubbing their sweaty cocks all over your wife. I could have easily had your wife suck on their cocks in the club's dirty bathroom or in their cars. Or have her bent over in the back alley while a drunk asshole pumped his cock in and out of your wife's pussy," Stacey teased.

"Holy shit," Bill said, pumping his cock slowly.

"You've seen all those cocky young assholes staring at your wife in the gym. I bet I could have chosen anyone of them to fuck your wife in the locker room. Imagine your wife's sweaty body against another muscle hunk, fucking her from behind like a bitch in heat. Her gym shorts around her ankles, the stench of their sweat and sex filling the room as they fucked like animals," Stacey said, pumping two fingers in Amber's pussy.

"Or at work, you don't know how many interns would give their right arm to fuck your wife. Would you like that, Bill? The next time you come down to pick up Amber from work, I cover for her and tell you. She is busy and make you sit in the waiting hall while your hot wife is on all fours, getting fucked by a cocky intern. You will be a good husband and wait for her to finish up. Won't you, Bill?" Stacey said.

"Like I said, Bill, you and I are going to be best friends. I promise to help you and Amber in every way I can. I will ensure Amber gets home safe every night to you after being well fucked, of course. Don't worry, I will take care of Amber. I will hold her hair back while she gives a sloppy blowjob. I will hold her legs wider so that she can get fucked properly. I will suck on cocks and get them hard so that your wife has a steady line of hard cocks to use her married pussy. I will lick your wife clean after they have filled her pussy with their thick cum. And of course, I will film every detail so that you know how naughty your wife has been. Would you like that, Bill?" Stacey said, with a wicked grin, taunting Bill.

"Oh fuck," Bill groaned. Bill loved dirty talk and tried encouraging Amber to be more vocal about how she felt and what she wanted in bed. Recently she had opened up, and he enjoyed their dirty talk, but Stacey was on a whole other level of filthy. She talked dirtier than any pornstar Bill had heard and bet she could make any man cum with just her filthy words.

Bill's attention was drawn to the erotic sight in front of him as Stacey made out with Amber's panty-clad pussy. Bill had heard of people with panty fetish but never understood the appeal, but watching Stacey suck and lick Amber's thong was so hot. The material was completely soaked with Stacey's saliva and Amber's cum and juices. It was stuck to Amber's pussy like a second skin; Bill could make out the outline of Amber's clit and pussy lips. Bill's cock was so hard it felt he was going to burst any second. Bill just squeezed and edged himself.

Amber groaned and moaned in pleasure as Stacey drove her wild. She wanted to feel Stacey's tongue on her pussy. She wanted skin-to-skin contact. "Please, Stacey, please touch me," she begged.

Stacey drew back with lust-filled eyes; she was not ready to let Amber cum just yet. She wanted to make Bill watch how much she could push his wife. Stacey grabbed the thong and pulled on it, giving Amber's pussy a wedgie. The wet, sodden material scrunched up, splitting Amber's pussy lips. Amber's labia was swollen and puffy. Stacey began pulling and rubbing the soaked material through Amber's pussy, creating a friction between the lace and sensitive skin. She began licking and softly biting on Amber's pussy lips.

"Oh my god, Stacey, please don't stop." Amber screamed and bucked her hips. Stacey's wet tongue sucking and slobbering all over her labia was driving her crazy. The lace rubbing against her throbbing clit and her sensitive pussy was sending shock waves of pleasure through her body. Her legs trembled and shivered as she was about to cum.

Stacey already knew her friend's body and recognized the signs of her impending orgasm. She attacked Amber's clit with more vigor. She sucked on the sensitive nub and tugged on it with her teeth, pushing Amber over the edge.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," was all Amber could mutter as the orgasm rocked through her body. Shivers ran all over her body as the orgasm washed over her.

Bill could see Amber's pussy cream seep through the thong as Stacy lapped it up like honey. "Fuck," Bill stared at his wife, thinking how beautiful she looked as she orgasmed. Bill released Stacey had not even undressed his wife fully but had already given her two mind-blowing orgasms.

Stacey then turned to face Bill and gave a wicked grin. "Did you like that, Bill? Did you enjoy watching your wife cum for me?"

"Let's show your hubby how wet your pussy is, shall we, sweetheart?" Stacey said and pulled Amber's thong down her legs.

Amber parted her legs to give Stacey and Bill a better view of her sopping wet pussy. She was completely naked and still breathing heavily.

Bill stared at his wife's swollen pussy lips and throbbing clit. The sight of Amber's creamy pussy made Bill's mouth water; it turns out he wasn't the only one, as Stacey leaned in and began sucking on it hungrily.

Stacey propped the camera on the side table and positioned Amber so that Bill had a clear view. She then turned her attention back to Amber and easily slipped two fingers in Amber's pussy. "Do you see that, Bill? Do you see how wet your wife is for me? Fuck, I can feel her pussy gripping my fingers," Stacey taunted. When she realized Amber was relaxed enough, she added another finger. Stacey fucked Amber's pussy with three fingers and used her thumb to play with her clit.

"Oh my god," Amber moaned as she clutched the sheets tighter.

"Fuck," Bill groaned, realizing he was already getting close at the sight of his wife being fucked by her best friend.

By now both the women's bodies were coated in a sheen of sweat. The wet squelching noises from Amber's pussy and her moans made the scene even more dirty and hot.

Stacey began fucking Amber harder and faster. "This is turning you on, isn't it, you dirty slut? Your best friend fucking your sopping cunt while your husband watches?"

Amber was just lost in pleasure. Her body jolted when Stacey gave a quick spank on her sensitive pussy to get her attention. "Answer me, you slut."

"Fuck yes," Amber hissed in pain and pleasure.

Stacey was now on her knees besides Amber. She was fucking Amber's pussy with one hand, and the other roughly played with her breasts. She pinched and tugged on Amber's pierced nipples. Stacey could sense Amber was close by the way her pussy clamped on her fingers.

Stacey then had a wicked idea. She grabbed Amber's hair and held her so that she was facing the camera.

"Now, what was that little song you told me about?" Stacey asked in a mocking voice.

"What?" Amber was already on the cusp of her orgasm. She knew what Stacey was talking about but didn't want to say it. When she first said it, it was just Bill and her. She didn't want to say it in front of Stacey.

Bill knew the song too. His heart beat so loudly, he thought Stacey and Amber could hear it. He tried to calm himself down by taking shallow breaths as his hands moved on his cock on their own accord. His cock was so hard and about to explode as he prayed in his head, 'Don't say it. Don't say it.

"Say it," Stacey said as she gave Amber's pussy another spank.

SLAP.

"Oh fuck," Amber said through gritted teeth as the spank sent a shock wave through her body. Her body was so charged it couldn't tell pain from pleasure but only craved for more. Amber's legs spread wider, aching for more. Her toes curled and her legs shivered in anticipation of the next spanking. "Please Stacey, let me cum," Amber begged.

"Say it slut, and I'll let you cum,"Stacey said as she gave quick stinging slaps on Amber's pussy.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

"Oh shit, yes," Amber hissed. "Little Billy wanks his willy, watching Stacey fuck his wife silly," Amber groaned.

"That's a good girl; now keep saying it and I'll make you cum," Stacey said as she looked at Bill with a smirk.

SLAP. SLAP.

Stacey gave two last spanks on Amber's pussy and filled Amber's pussy with four of her fingers. She used her thumb to play with Amber's clit. Stacey held Amber's face up by her hair as she fucked hard.

"Little Billy wanks his willy, watching Stacey fuck his wife silly. Little Billy wanks his willy, watching Stacey fuck, fuck, fuck, shit." Amber's body shuddered as her eyes rolled back. She came hard on Stacey's fingers.

"Oh shit," Bill groaned as his cock exploded. He shot ropes of cum, almost hitting his face and over his chest. His face flushed in humiliation on hearing Amber's words and for cumming to them.

"That's so hot," Stacey said as she watched both husband and wife cum together. Stacey withdrew her fingers from Amber's pussy and gently guided her friend on the bed.

"Let's give my baby's pussy some time to recover, shall we?" Stacey said and planted a soft kiss on Amber's sensitive pussy.

Amber's body jerked on contact, still buzzing from the orgasm.

"Now it's my turn,' Stacey said as she crawled on to the bed and kissed Amber, whispering words of comfort.

Amber slowly got all on all fours and gave Bill a naughty smile. "Are you enjoying the show, so far?" she asked in a teasing tone.

Stacey passed the phone to Amber and propped herself against their headboard. She quickly discarded her panties and leaned back.

"Are you ready, Bill? Are you ready to watch me eat Stacey's pussy, honey? God, I can't get enough of her sweet pussy, baby," Amber said as she switched the camera again to face Stacey.

"Fuck," Bill groaned.

"Like what you see, honey?" Amber teased.

Stacey was completely naked. She was propped against the headboard with her legs spread wide open. Stacey had a naughty smile as she bit her lower lip and directly looked into the camera. Her huge breasts heaved as she pinched and tugged on one of her nipples. Her other hand was in between her legs, playing with her wet pussy.

"See how beautiful she looks," Amber said from behind the camera. "Are you ready, baby? Are you ready to watch your wife eat this delicious pussy?" Amber said in a sultry voice.

Bill just nodded in response, holding his breath.

"That's enough chit-chat. Now come and show your husband what a good pussylicking slut you are," Stacey said as she reached for the camera.

Stacey once again changed view to show Amber settling between Stacey's thighs.

Amber gave soft kisses on Stacey's inner thighs and slowly moved to her center. Amber then drew back and admired Stacey's pussy for a moment. She licked her lips as if staring at her favorite dessert. Her eyes moved from Stacey's pussy to the camera as she leaned forward and ran her tongue along Stacey's pussy. She kept eye contact with Bill as she slowly lapped on Stacey's pussy.

"Oh Fuck," Stacey groaned from behind the camera. Her hands were shaking. She moved the phone and propped it on the side table, giving Bill a side profile of both the beautiful women. "Enough teasing. Eat my cunt, you dirty slut," Stacey groaned as she grabbed Amber's head and pulled her onto her pussy.

Amber obeyed and went to town on Stacey's pussy. Amber was devouring Stacey's pussy like it was the most delicious and juicy peach. Licking, sucking, and lapping on it hungrily.

"That's it, you cunt munching slut, suck on my clit," Stacey growled.

Bill watched in awe as Amber ate Stacey's pussy like it was her last meal. Bill couldn't recognize the woman on the screen. It was like Amber was an addict and Stacey's pussy was her crack. The wet slurping and slobbering sounds made the whole scene so hot and dirty. Amber's chin and cheeks were covered with Stacey's pussy juices. It was one of the hottest sexual acts Bill had seen in his life, even compared to all the things she had done with Jack.

Stacey moaned and turned to look at Bill. "Fuck, Bill, your wife is such a good pussylicking slut. I can't believe we didn't do this sooner." Hmmmm, Jack was right about your wife's oral skills." Stacey moaned, and Amber hit a sensitive spot. She held Amber's head still and humped her face for a few minutes.

"You know this is not a one-time thing, right, Bill? We cannot stop now. Your wife is going to be eating on my cunt every day from now on. At the hospital, in the gym shower, in my car, I'm going to send your wife home to you every day with my pussy juice all over her face," Stcaey teased.

"Fuck," Bill groaned, imagining the two of them together.

"You wouldn't mind, right, Bill, when we go out for drinks, waiting at the table while your Amber eats my pussy in the club bathroom or holding on to our shopping bags while your wife's on her knees servicing my cunt in the change room," Stacey said. She was close, imagining all the dirty things herself.

Amber could sense Stacey was close. She slipped two fingers into Stacey's pussy and sucked on her friend's clit.

Stacey's orgasm came quick as soon as Amber's fingers stroked the right spot inside her pussy. "Oh shit. Oh fuck," she moaned as she came on Amber's lips. Her legs clamped around Amber's head instinctively, holding her in place. Amber didn't back down either, licking Stacey's pussy through her orgasm and finally backing away when Stacey pushed her as the pleasure became unbearable.

Stacey and Amber stared at each other, oblivious to Bill on the phone. They moved towards each other as their lips met in the middle, kissing passionately. Stacey is tasting her own pussy juices on Amber's lips.

Both women turned to see Bill with his mouth gaping and giggled together. His cock already showing signs of life despite having just cum.

Stacey wasn't done with the couple just yet. "Get on all fours, bitch," Stacey commanded.

Amber obediently turned around, arching her ass up in the air. Stacey spanked Amber's ass hard and pushed her face onto the mattress.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

"Fuck, I can't believe she won't let you spank her ass, Bill. You like it when Jack spanks your ass hard, don't you, you slut?" Stacey ran her hands all over Amber's ass. She used her fingers up and down Amber's ass crack.

Amber groaned in pleasure when she felt Stacey's fingers brush over her asshole. It was not lost on Stacey or Bill. Stacey smiled wickedly as she spread Amber's ass for Bill. She ran her thumb over Amber's puckered asshole.

"You know Bill, I've seen the videos of Amber sucking on Jack's cock. We both know how thick and long Jack's cock is. It might be a little too much on your sweet wife's asshole here. Stacy said as she pushed her thumb inside Amber's ass.

"Oh fuck," Amber groaned as Stacy began pushing her finger deeper into her asshole.

Bill stared in disbelief as Amber let her friend play with her asshole.

"You know it's going to be tough for Amber to take such a huge cock in her ass, and it's going to really stretch her, wide open, right? Maybe I can help. Maybe I can teach your wife. I can slowly stretch Amber's asshole with my butt plugs, and once she gets used to them, I can slowly train her ass with my strap ons, for you and Jack, of course. What do you think, Bill? Do you want me to take Amber's anal virginity? Do you want me to be the first to fuck your wife in the ass? I promise to be gentle… at first," Stacey laughed as she spanked Amber's ass again.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

"Imagine Amber, walking around the hospital, wearing a butt plug all day, and in the evening, bent over her desk, taking my strap in her ass," Stacey said, slapping Amber's ass.

SLAP. SLAP.

"Fuck," Amber and Bill groaned together.

"And what were you thinking when you got this dildo for your wife, Bill?" Stacey said as she grabbed the sex toy from Amber's side table and waved it in front of the camera. "What did you think was going to happen when your wife keeps fucking this dildo, screaming Jack's name? Of course she is going to crave the real thing. Do you want that, Bill? Do you want to watch your wife fuck Jack again?" Stacey said as she rubbed the dildo along Amber's pussy.

The sight of the thick veiny cock against Amber's pussy made Bill's cock twitch.

Amber moaned, moving her hips to hump the sex toy.

"Like I said, I'm going to be your best friend, Bill. Just say the word, and I'll make your fantasy come true. You know I could call Jack over right now to fuck your wife on your own bed, right? Don't worry, Bill. Amber has told me, How you wished, you were there to watch Jack fuck your wife on Super Bowl night? I wouldn't want you to miss out on anything. I promise to capture every moment, every nasty detail on video so that you can jerk off to later," Stacey taunted as she pumped the dildo in and out of Amber's pussy. Stacey gave Amber's ass a couple of spanks.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

A naughty image flashed in Stacey's mind as she looked at Bill. "Or would you like it if I joined in the fun? Imagine your wife in a naughty threesome with me and your ugly fat neighbor," Stacey cooed. She pumped the cock deeper and faster.

"Oh my god," Amber groaned from both the fucking she was receiving and the dirty image Stacey was painting in her mind.

"Oh, somebody likes that idea," Stacey said at her friend's reaction. She roughly groped and spanked her ass.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

Bill was no exception. He was close and knew his cock was going to explode any second, hearing Stacey's wicked words.

"Would you like that, Bill? Jack fucking me and Amber all night long. Both of us being his fuck sluts. Your ugly neighbor is fucking all our holes with his monster cock. Where do you think Jack would cum, Bill? Do you think he would want to cum in Amber's pussy? God, I would love to lick your wife's pussy filled with cum. I bet Jack would love to paint both our faces with thick ropes of his cum. Imagine your wife and me swapping Jack's cum like nasty sluts," Stacey said.

"Oh my fucking god," Amber howled as she came on the dildo.

"Fuck," was all Bill could manage as he came again.

Stacey watched as the loving couple came again. "Hope you enjoyed the show, Bill. Goodnight and sleep well. Your wife still owes me a couple of more orgasms," Stacey said with a smile as she slapped Amber's ass.

"Now get your sweet ass in the shower," Bill heard Stacey say before the screen went black. Bill's mind was reeling in shock. He could not have imagined this night, even in his wildest dreams. His mind filled with images of Amber and Stacey in the shower.

"Fuck," Bill groaned, knowing it was going to be a while before he could fall asleep.

—-

"So I take it; you like my surprise?" Amber asked, catching her breath.

"I loved it," replied Bill, equally out of breath.

Their frantic lovemaking as soon as Bill got back from his work trip had left both of them sweaty and satisfied.

Amber had been nervous that morning, not knowing how Bill had felt about Stacey and her being together and teasing him on the video call. She knew Bill was not completely mad, by the way he had come. But still, Amber felt like she had gone behind her husband's back and felt guilty.

But she needn't have worried because the moment Bill walked through the front door, he carried her to their bedroom without saying a word and had passionately made love to her.

"So may I ask what happened to tip you off into this Sapphic journey with Stacy?" Bill asked tentatively.

"I don't know. It started off as a normal girl's night out. We had a few glasses of wine and watched a movie." Amber cleared her throat as she remembered the videos they had watched. "Some raunchy scenes had both of us turned on. One thing led to another, and before we knew it, we were making out, and our hands were all over one another,"Amber said. It was the truth. All though it was not the whole truth, Amber thought to herself.

"Well, someday you need to tell me what this movie is—that got two beautiful women, so hot and bothered," Bill teased Amber.

"Sure. We can watch it together," Amber said, with a naughty smile.

Bill was completely oblivious to the videos Amber was referring to, but he will get to watch them soon on their anniversary, Amber thought to herself.

"So you're really fine with Stacey and me?" Amber asked. "Well, you did say it would be hot and it would turn you on to watch me with another woman," Amber said.

"Honey, trust me. I know we've been on this crazy rollercoaster ride since my birthday, but if there is one thing that I wouldn't mind, it is watching Stacey and you together. I know both of us have been exploring our sexual kinks and fetishes. But I love that we are doing this together, and we can be so open about it, even if it involves other people like Jack or Stacey," Bill assured Amber. "Honestly, you don't need to feel guilty. I feel closer to you and love you more for it."

"Thank you for being so understanding. I love you," Amber said, planting a soft kiss on Bill's cheek.

"And you can tell Stacey that I am not mad at her either," Bill said.

"Stacy was surprised when she saw your cock. She may have mentioned it a few times during our conversation later," Amber said. Stacy had always known that Bill had an impressive cock, but watching it live, Amber could tell her best friend was more interested in her husband's cock, and she found it rather amusing.

Amber could feel Bill's cock twitch on mentioning Stacy had an interest in his cock. Amber took hold of Bill's stiffening cock and slowly stroked it. "Easy tiger. I'm still not ready to share you with anyone else. But let's see where this crazy journey of ours takes us."

Bill was content with that for now and held Amber in his arms as they drifted off to sleep.

—-

"So I take it Bill was fine with what happened between us?" Stacey asked, sipping her coffee.

Both the friends decided to get some quick breakfast at their favorite coffee shop before heading to the hospital for work.

Amber smiled and could tell Stacey was anxious by the way she was tapping her feet. She was having fun and just wanted to let her friend stew in it for a little while longer.

"What makes you say that?" Amber said, with her mouth stuffed with pancakes.

"Well, for one thing, you are to be glowing, and the only thing that gets you eating like a pig is when you get a good hard stuffing the previous night," Stacy said, pointing at Amber's plate.

Amber almost spit her food out at Stacy's last comment and began to cough.

Stacey laughed watching her Amber and passed her the water. "But seriously, Bill was not too hard on you, right?" Stacey asked, wanting to confirm she was not creating a wedge between her best friend and her husband.

"Oh, he was hard all right," Amber said, taking a sip of coffee.

This made both of them giggle.

"And what about you? I did notice a cab leaving early this morning from my neighbor's house when I got back from my run," Amber teased.

Stacey's cheeks turned pink, knowing she was caught sneaking out of Jack's house.

Stacey had been horny and wanted a good fuck. She was not in the mood to go out for a drink and play nice for another one-night stand. She just wanted to be held down and dicked hard to relieve the tension between her legs, and Jack happened to be the perfect candidate for it.

"Was just craving a good fuck," Stacey said honestly.

Both the friends laughed loudly, getting the attention of nearby strangers.

Amber loved this new bond with Stacey. It was like the naughty secret had strengthened their friendship and brought them closer. Amber recalled Stacey's words from the other night: It really was nice sharing and being able to talk about Jack and the things they did with someone. So earlier today, when Amber had gone for a run, she had decided to include her best friend in planning her anniversary. It felt so exciting that she was not alone, and she had her best friend by her side to help her out.

Amber remembered the last time they worked together like this was to plan her wedding. Stacey was the perfect bridesmaid and the best friend anyone could ask for. Amber's wedding day had gone without a hitch, thanks to her best friend. Now once again, Amber knew she could depend on Stacey, and they would work as a team to plan the perfect anniversary.

"So, I was thinking, would you like to help me plan my anniversary?" Amber asked.

"Yessss," Stacey said loudly, not caring about the annoyed stares from nearby patrons.

Amber thought Stacey looked just as excited as she had been when Amber had asked her to be her bridesmaid.

"I need another favor from you," Amber said nervously.

"Go on. What is it?" Stacey asked excitedly.

"I need you to help me train… hmm, stretch… " Amber said in a soft voice. Her cheeks turned bright pink as she said, "Teach me about anal sex."

"Well, my good friend, you have come to the right place. I have just the right tools for it," Stacey said with a naughty smile. Stacey could see Amber was embarrassed about it. She reached for her friend's hand and assured. "Hey, look at me."

Amber looked at Stacey nervously.

"I promise, we will not do anything you are not comfortable with. I will make sure you enjoy it, and we are going to have so much fun," Stacey assured her friend.

Amber relaxed and knew she had made the right choice in asking Stacey for help. Amber was curious and knew she wanted to try anal sex. She had been reading and watching videos online. Well, watching a lot of anal sex-themed videos, if she was being honest and it got her excited about it. Amber knew watching something online and doing it were two completely different things. So, she decided to get help from someone who was well-versed in the pleasures of the backside.

She thought of Jack and could picture the ugly sneer he would have on his face if she asked him about it, so he was the last person she wanted to ask for help. The only people she trusted were Bill and Stacey. Amber knew her loving husband would be caring and make her feel comfortable about it, but she wanted it to be a surprise for him. And besides, Bill had never been on the receiving end, so his perspective, although caring, might not be as insightful as Staceys. Stacey, on the other hand, was the perfect candidate because of her experience on the subject matter. Her perspective as a woman and how close they had gotten the past couple of days.

"I also need help with apologizing to Jack," Amber said.

Stacey just waited for her friend to go on.

"Well, he is sort of pissed about me teasing David. We had a little argument about it, and he has not called since. I wanted to at least make one last video before the anniversary. Since you seem to know what buttons to push with Jack, I thought you could help me with apologizing to him," Amber said.

Stacey looked at her best friend, and a naughty idea flashed in her mind. A naughty smile spread across her face as she said, "Oh, I think I have just the idea for it."

—

A knock on the door had Bill looking up from his computer.

David was standing there with a grin on his face.

Bill still had a lot of work to be completed, and he had informed Amber he might have to pull an all nighter to meet the deadline. But for the last couple of days, since the pool party, David had been completing his work on time and being a team player. So Bill didn't want to just dismiss him. "What can I do for you, David?" Bill asked.

David walked into Bill's office with a shit-eating grin and plopped himself onto the seat opposite to Bill.

"I'm taking a few days off, boss," David said.

"What do you mean you are taking a few days off? You know we have a deadline on the Parkland Project coming up, and we need all hands on deck," Bill said.

David just shook his head and clicked his tongue.

This just annoyed Bill, and he said. "And what do you mean? I am taking a few days off. This is not your dad's company," said Bill in a harsher tone than he intended to.

"Well, my uncle is a board member, and I have already booked my tickets. You see, me and my boys are heading out to Vegas to have some fun," David said in an annoying tone.

"Well, cancel the fucking tickets," Bill said, irritated with David's antics. Just when Bill thought David was being a team player, he was being his original asshole self again.

Bill tried to calm down and reason with David one last time before he was going to kick his punk ass out of his office. He knew losing his temper wouldn't get them anywhere. He also knew his co-workers were already working hard and putting in extra time to meet the deadline. If David quit because Bill lost his temper, the extra load would fall on his co-workers. So he decided to set aside his ego, reason with David, and play nice. At least until the project is complete, then he will have a talk with David's uncle and deal with his punk ass.

"Look, David, I appreciate you picking up the slack these last few days, and I thought you were enjoying working here. I know there is a lot of pressure because of the deadline next week. How about I make you a deal? Let's all work together, complete the project, and I personally will see that you get some time off," Bill said in a calm voice.

"God, I see it now. Why that hot wife of yours goes behind your back? You are so pathetic, you can't even stand up to me," David sneered.

Dealing with David at work was one thing, but hearing him talk shit about Amber did it for Bill. He stood up furiously, wanting to punch this slimely asshole in the face.

"What the fuck are you talking about? You dare talk about my wife again, and I swear you're not leaving my office without a broken bone," Bill said through gritted teeth.

"Calm down, old man," David sneered as he took out his phone and hit play on the video.

'So, you want me to act sexy,' came Amber's sultry voice from the phone speaker.

Without seeing the video, Bill knew that voice. He could recognize that sexy voice his wife reserved only for him in their bedroom anywhere. "What the fuck is this?" Bill said, confused.

David just turned the screen so Bill could see the video clearly. "That's the sound of your slut wife begging for my cock, boss," David said with a shit-eating grin.

Bill couldn't believe what he was seeing. His mouth went dry, and his body went stiff. He couldn't move or form words. Bill noticed the sunflower bikini and knew the video was from the day of the pool party. The next thing that registered in his mind was the details around Amber—the wooden floor, the bed furnishing, the book shelf—and Bill immediately knew it was his bedroom.

"Fuck," Bill muttered as he reached for his desk to steady himself. He was shocked at what he was seeing. A thousand questions popped in Bill's head. How the fuck did this happen? Why did Amber do this? What the fuck was she thinking, sucking on this asshole's cock? Did she really let this slime bag take a video of her?

"Oh, don't be so shocked, old man. It happens a lot more than you think. Horny married sluts looking for a hard cock because their husbands can't get it up anymore," David sneered.

David had thought about what he could do with the video. He thought about approaching Amber and blackmailing her but decided there was not fun in that. David already had married women he was screwing behind their husband's back, but the thought of fucking Amber right in front of her husband excited him. The idea of fucking his boss's sexy wife while he watched helplessly turned on David. For all the times Bill had given him a hard time at work, he wanted to humiliate him. David wanted to taunt Bill as he fucked his wife in his own house. He wanted to feel that married cunt around his hard cock, spank that sexy ass, and make her scream his name as she came on his cock.

On screen, Amber was stroking David's cock and whispered, "Do you like watching me do this? Stroking your big cock in my room?"

Bill was just staring at the screen, dumbfounded, not recognizing the woman on the screen. Was this really his wife? Did he push Amber too far with his fantasy? Is Amber cheating on him? That cannot be; just last week when they were together, Bill knew Amber by the way she said 'I love you' and held on to him as they came together.

"And once those bitches get a taste of my hard cock, they just keep coming back for more," David said, adjusting his stiffening cock in his pants.

"God, and they are kinky as shit because they have already tried all the vanilla stuff with their wimpy husbands," David said, laughing at his own joke.

As if to emphasize his point, Amber cooed, 'But my dumbass husband doesn't deserve to see me like this. It's only for your eyes.'

"And boss, when I get back from my little trip, how about I come over for some dinner? I bet that slut wife of yours cooks as good as she gives head. God, I can't wait to feel those sexy lips wrapped around my cock again. Who knows, maybe I'll have something more for dessert, huh?" David said as he stood up and pocketed his phone. He left Bill's office whistling and with a wicked grin on his face.

Bill was speechless. He knew there was no use pleading with a lowlife like David to not share the video. The asshole will definitely relish in the power he had over him. All the insults and demeaning things David said were insulting, but Amber's words felt like a knife through Bill's heart. The last image he saw on David's phone was his beautiful wife's face covered in David's cum.

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Jack groaned as he walked towards Bill and Amber's house. It was game night, and he was looking forward to the Patriots beating the Seahawks ass. The kickoff was on in fifteen minutes, and he had just settled in with his beer when he received a text from Amber.

AMBER: I'm sorry for the way I behaved at the pool party. I just want to apologize to you properly. Can you come over? I just want to talk.

Jack was annoyed that Amber had to pick this time to apologize when he was looking forward to the game. He grumbled to himself as he knocked on Bill and Amber's front door.

When the door swung open, Jack was shocked at what he saw in front of him.

"Hey stranger," Amber said in a sultry voice. Amber was dressed in a Patriots cheerleading outfit, or at least a version of it. The red and blue top had thin straps and a neckline, which showed most of Amber's perky breasts. The bottom was more like booty shorts, which had half of Amber's delicious ass on display. Amber's toned midriff and thighs were on display.

Amber had knee-length socks on, and her hair was tied as a ponytail. With a twinkle in her eye and a naughty smile on her glossy lips, she knew she had Jack's attention.

Jack had always lusted after those slutty cheerleaders and imagined what they would do in the locker rooms after each game. He imagined a wild orgy in the locker room to celebrate their victories. The sight of Amber wearing the slutty cheerleading uniform instantly caused blood to flow through Jack's cock.

"Like what you see?" Amber cooed in a seductive voice.

Jack just nodded with an ugly grin on his face.

"Then you're going to love what I've planned for you," Amber said as she turned and walked towards the TV room. She could feel Jack's eyes on her and swayed her ass a little extra to tease him.

Jack followed Amber, barely resisting the urge to spank her ass, sticking out of the outfit. When they entered the TV room, Jack noticed that the game was playing on Bill's huge flat-screen TV. He also noticed a small tripod with Amber's phone mounted on it. Jack stood in the middle of the room, like he owned the place, while waiting for Amber to explain herself.

With the slutty outfit and seductive smile, Jack knew he was going to have his cock buried in this married slut before the night was over. But he wanted a proper apology from Amber for the way she behaved the night of the pool party.

Amber, on seeing Jack still standing, knew what he wanted to hear. She rolled her eyes and said, "OK, Jack, I'm sorry for the way I behaved during the pool party. As an apology, I thought we could make another video," Amber said.

Jack just stood there with his eyebrows raised, asking her to continue.

"I want you to know I am sincere about my apology. So I wanted to try another first with you before my husband. You get to enjoy the game on Bill's TV while drinking his beer and fucking his wife. And I even have a little extra surprise for you."

Jack figured out the first part of Amber's proposal the minute he walked in, but his interest was picked by Amber's little extra surprise.

"Somebody ordered a chill beer?" came another sultry voice as Stacey walked in with an ice cold beer. Stacey was dressed in a slutty referee uniform. The top could barely hold Stacey's huge tits; Jack could even see her areolas peeking out. Stacey had tied a knot of the top below her breasts, showing her toned midriff. The bottom was a black booty shorts that stuck to her like a second skin, with a prominent camel toe.

Jack's mouth fell open, watching these two beautiful women in front of him.

"So, how do you like your little extra surprise?" Amber asked with a little naughty smile.

On seeing Jack's reaction, both the women looked at each other and giggled. Stacey placed the beer next to the reclining couch as both women moved towards Jack. They held onto his arms on either side and walked him towards the recliner.

Jack sat down, his shorts already sporting a huge bulge as he took in the two goddesses in front of him. After the day he had fucked Stacey in front of Amber, he wanted to slowly corrupt the two friends and dreamed of having a threesome with them. But never in his wildest dreams did he imagine both of them willingly inviting them for a threesome. Jack guessed something had transpired between Amber and Stacy but was amazed by how quickly things had turned his way. Jack knew he was the luckiest man on the planet at the moment. He made a mental note to debrief them on what had happened between them in detail.

Amber turned towards the camera. She thought of how to tease Bill with all three of them on screen for the first time. "God, I can't wait for you to watch this on our anniversary, Honey. And you know what, baby, you would be sitting in this exact same place while you watch me have my first threesome with Jack and Stacey. I just hope we don't leave any stains on your favorite recliner. Happy anniversary, baby," Amber said, with a wicked smile, as she blew the camera a kiss. Amber then turned to Stacey and kissed her passionately.

Jack watched with his mouth open as both of these beautiful women made out right in front of him.

Amber's hands were wrapped around Stacey's neck while Stacey cupped Amber's ass, pulling her against her. Stacey was facing Jack, while Amber's back was facing him.

Stacey gave Jack a naughty grin as she slapped Amber's ass hard.

SLAP.

"And don't worry, Jack, I know how this dirty slut sucked on David's cock without your permission. So I have already started on her punishment," Stacey said, as she then slowly pulled down Amber's tight booty shorts over her ass. She held it right below Amber's plump ass and jiggled it as both the women looked at Jack and giggled.

Stacey let go of Amber's shorts and firmly took hold of Amber's naked ass and gave it a hard slap.

SLAP.

Stacey took two handfuls of Amber's ass flesh and kneaded it roughly like dough.

Jack loved the sight of Stacey playing with her friend's ass. The way her finger's dug into the soft flesh and the soft moans from both the women.

Stacey looked Jack straight in the eyes as she parted Amber's ass cheeks. She revealed the shiny jewel with a wicked smile.

Jack was confused at first at what he was watching, and then he realized what it was.

Amber was wearing a butt plug.

"Fuck," Jack thought to himself. Stacy had convinced her slutty friend into wearing a butt plug. Stacy was definitely becoming more useful in corrupting her friend.

The shiny pink jewel on the butt plug glittered, catching the soft light from the room.

Jack loved the way Amber's plump ass looked as Stacey pulled it apart and displayed the butt plug. He wondered what other dirty things these two sluts had been up to together.

"I have been slowly training this little slut's ass. Don't worry, Jack; soon enough, she will be able to take your thick cock up her tight little asshole," Stacey said, spanking Amber's ass.

SLAP. SLAP.

Amber knew there was a hierarchy between the three of them, with her being at the bottom, but both Jack and Stacey seem to constantly be competing to be on top, and she loved how both of them used her like a fuck toy to show their dominance over one another.

Jack couldn't resist anymore and grabbed Amber's ass and pulled it towards him. He ran his thumb over the butt plug. He applied pressure over the pink jewel, causing the buttplug to move inside Amber's ass.

Amber groaned in pleasure.

Jack had been preparing Amber mentally for months to try anal, and Stacey convinced her friend to try on the buttplug in days. He noticed it was rather a small buttplug, but soon he would train her ass to take much bigger ones. He took hold of the buttplug and pulled it out slowly until the widest part was stretching Amber's asshole and pushed it back in. He did this a couple of more times, relaxing Amber's asshole.

Amber grunted and squirmed at first, but once she got used to the buttplug and the way Jack was fucking her with it, she started moving her ass back.

Jack then pulled out the buttplug, watching Amber's puckered ring gape a little. He threw the buttplug and attacked Amber's ass with his tongue.

Amber was shocked at the sudden intrusion, but the slithering tongue sent waves of pleasure through her body.

"Oh, yes, Jack. Tongue fuck my asshole. Fuck, I can feel your tongue licking me inside out. I don't even let my husband do this; only a disgusting pervert like you would stick their tongue in such a dirty hole," Amber moaned.

Jack tongue licked, probed, and fucked Amber's ass for several minutes before drawing back. The sweaty musk and pheromones from Amber's skin were intoxicating. Jack sniffed and lapped Amber's ass like a dog in heat.

Amber felt so primal and dirty the way Jack was behaving like an animal. But it made her body heat up and boil with lust. She pushed her ass back on Jack's tongue.

Jack couldn't get enough of this delicious piece of ass. Jack then drew back and gave a series of slaps on Amber's ass.

SLAP. SLAP…

Both Amber and Stacy dropped to their knees in front of Jack. They held each side of Jack's shorts and slipped it down. Jack lifted his hips, helping them take it off. Jack's hard cock sprang from its confine, his thick veiny shaft already hard and his cockhead glistening with precum. The musky scent of Jack's cock and balls immediately hit both women, causing them to moan. Stacy took hold of Jack's cock and waved it in front of both their faces. The sticky precum splattering around caused both women to giggle.

"God, I missed this cock," Amber said, licking her lips.

"So, how do you like my apology? Jack. My first threesome with my hot best friend, and you get to experience it before my husband. You get to fuck both of us in your favorite team's cheerleading outfit, and I get another video for my anniversary present," Amber said.

"Oh, and I wanted to thank you and your big cock for bringing me and my best friend closer together. So this is me thanking you with an awesome threesome," Stacey said.

"So everyone is happy," Amber added.

Jack groaned as he felt both Amber and Stacy's wet tongues glide along his cock. He barely

heard the whistle as the game started, and he instantly knew that this was going to be a tough game to focus on.

Amber and Stacey worked Jack's cock in unison. Amber and Stacey had each one hand over Jack's cock and jerk him off. Even Amber was surprised at how quickly they got into a rhythm, as if they had done this a hundred times before. Amber would run her tongue upwards along Jack's cock and suck on the thick bulbous cockhead, while Stacey ran her tongue downwards and lapped on Jack's hairy ball sack.

The sweat and scent from Jack's cock and balls did not repulse either of the beautiful women. In fact, the manly musk drove both women wild as they took in deep breaths from Jack's pubes and balls as if sniffing a fresh bouquet of flowers.

After some time, Amber and Stacey both ran the tongues upwards, not missing any inch on Jack's thick veiny shaft, and covered it with their spit and slobber. Their tongues battled at the top as they licked on his piss slit, tasting the oozing cum. Then they would both move downwards towards Jack's balls, lathering it with their saliva. They would each take one ball in their mouths while they jerked his cock off.

Jack felt like a king, feeling both these beautiful women's tongues snake and slither all over his cock. They licked every inch and traced every vein.

Amber turned to the camera and gave a naughty wink. "Are you watching this, Bill? Are you watching how Stacey and I are such sluts for Jack? You want this, don't you, baby? But you know only an asshole like Jack deserves such treatment. Only assholes who fuck other men's wives and girlfriends get just a dirty treat," Amber said as she continued to worship Jack's cock.

Jack was in heaven as Amber and Stacey worshipped his cock and balls. He groaned as both these sluts made a mess on his cock.

After a while, Amber and Stacey were both sucking on either side of his cock while one played with his balls and the other palmed his cockhead.

Amber was in full slut mode as she competed with Stacey. She wanted to show off her new oral skills to her best friend. Amber and Stacy pulled back from Jack's cock. Amber leaned forward and took Jack's cock deep in her throat. She moved her lips up and down, jerking Jack's cock with her throat. Amber then pulled back with a long strand of saliva connecting her mouth and Jack's cock.

Stacey knew Amber was a novice when it came to blowjobs before Jack, but she was surprised at how quickly Jack had trained her friend. Not to be outdone, Stacey caught the long strand of saliva with her tongue and kissed Amber. She wanted to show Amber how it's really done. Stacey got up a little higher and aligned her throat with Jack's cock. She then swallowed Jack's cock whole until her nose was buried in his pubes. She shook her head side to side, lodging Jack's cock deeper in her throat. Stacey then moved her head as if fucking Jack's cock with her throat. Stacey's eyes watered, and veins popped on her forehead. She then hummed with Jack's cock in her throat.

The humming caused the vibration of Stacey's throat on Jack's cock, sending shivers all over his body. Jack's eyes started to blur from the pleasure these two sluts were giving him.

Stacey pulled back from the cock; her face was a mess with slobber. Her eyes watering and a sloppy drool running down her chin onto her heaving breasts.

Both friends shared a moment, staring into each other's eyes in heat. Their mouths met for a hungry kiss. Amber sucked on Stacey's lips and tongue as if trying to get every last taste of Jack's cock from Stacey's lips.

Jack groaned watching the two beautiful women share a sloppy kiss, which made his cock even harder. His hands roamed freely over the slick bodies of both these goddess-like women. He pawed and pinched Stacey's breasts, groped, and spanked Amber's ass.

The camera captured every grunt, groan, and moan. All three of their bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat. The room was thick with the scent of sex and heat.

Jack couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to fuck both these sluts all night long and feel their warm, wet pussies gliding on his cock.

"Stand up, slut," Jack told Amber. He quickly turned her around, facing the camera, and aligned his cock with Amber's pussy from behind.

"Watch me, Bill, watch how I fuck your wife. I'm going to fuck her so good; every time you try fucking her with your little dick, she is going to be imagining it was me and my cock," Jack sneered, and with a swift thrust, he plunged his cock balls deep in Amber.

The camera captured Amber's mouth form a silent O as her face contorted in pleasure.

"Oh fuck," Amber said as she got the wind knocked out of her with every thrust from Jack.

Jack gave her hard slaps on Amber's ass and urged her. "Tell your husband, slut. Tell him how my cock feels inside your married pussy."

"Oh fuck, Jack is fucking me so good, Bill. He is so deep, his cock is reaching places you have never touched inside me, baby. Is this what you wanted to see, baby? Am I being bad enough for you? Fuck, I'm getting addicted to Jack's cock," Amber moaned.

Stacey was turned on watching Jack and Amber fuck like animals saying such dirty things. She wanted to join in the fun and tease Bill. Stacey looked towards the phone camera mounted on the tripod. She walked towards it and picked it up. She looked into the camera with a naughty smile. "Hey Bill, are you enjoying your wife's first threesome? I hope you are, because we sure are. I just didn't want you to feel left out. I bet you want to see the action up close. Stacy moved towards Jack and Amber.

Amber was being pounded by Jack from behind in a standing position. Amber now had on only the top of the cheerleading outfit and the over-knee-length socks. The top was pulled over her bare breasts and bounced with every thrust. Her body was covered in sweat. Amber had never been fucked like this. Jolts of pleasure coursed through her body. Her eyes were glazed in lust, and her mouth gaped open and shut like a goldfish.

Jack was standing behind Amber, naked, holding her hands behind her back, and pulling on her hair with his other hand. He grunted like an animal as he impaled Amber on his cock.

Stacy moved the camera to a side profile of Jack and Amber fucking. "This is the fucking your wife deserves, Bill. Watch how Jack is ruining your wife's pussy."

Stacy then moved the camera to show Amber's face in ecstasy.

Jack started pounding into a sensitive spot in Amber's pussy. "That's it, you fucking slut. Come for me. Show your husband, how you come on my cock."

Stacy's hand reached for Amber's nipple; she pinched and twisted the sensitive nub hard. She dropped to her knees in front of Amber and zoomed in on Jack's cock fucking Amber's pussy.

Jack paused for a moment, letting Stacey get in position, and caught his breath.

Stacey ran her tongue at the union where Jack's cock was still buried in Amber's pussy. She licked the juices and sweat from Jack's balls and rubbed Amber's clit. Stacey leaned in and took it in her mouth. She ran her tongue on the sensitive nub.

Jack resumed his fucking and picked up the pace once again, driving his cock deep into Amber's pussy.

The assault of Jack's cock and Stacey's tongue was too much for Amber. Amber's eyes rolled back as she let out a guttural moan. She was gooning like an anime slut.

Stacey moved the camera towards a wet sound that came from in between Amber's legs.

Amber's pussy was gushing as she came all over Jack's cock. Her body trembled as waves of pleasure rippled through her. Amber's legs wobbled and her knees gave in as she collapsed onto the floor in the wet puddle in front of Jack.

Stacey focused the camera on a heaving Amber on the floor and then at Jack's still rock hard cock. "You see that Bill, Jack's still not done with your wife yet," Stacey said from behind the camera.

Stacey moved and took hold of Jack's hard cock, still covered in Amber's juices. She licked and sucked on Jack's cock, cleaning her friend's juices, buying her friend some time to recover.

Amber was still recovering from her orgasm, and her mind was in a daze.

Jack got down on his knees behind Amber. He took hold of Amber's hips and propped her up on her knees. He grabbed onto Amber's hair, arching her back as he thrust his cock balls deep into Amber's pussy again.

"Oh fuck," Amber groaned as she felt Jack's cockhead rub against her vaginal walls. Her pierced nipples were hypersensitive, and with every thrust, they were dragged on the floor beneath her, sending jolts of pleasure all over her body.

"You like watching this, Bill? You like watching your ugly neighbor fuck your wife like a bitch in heat?" Stacey teased Bill as she rubbed her own burning pussy, which was begging for attention. Stacey moved and slid down in front of Amber, showing her face contorted in pleasure.

Jack watched as beads of sweat dripped down Amber's back. Jack leaned in and licked the sweat of Amber's skin. He wanted to lick every pore of this beautiful woman's body. Jack looked up at Stacey and into the camera with lust-filled eyes as he spanked Amber's ass hard.

SLAP. SLAP…

Amber groaned in response to the stinging pain and pleasure.

Jack couldn't resist the winking puckered asshole begging to be touched. He slipped his thumb into Amber's asshole.

Stacey had her legs spread wide in front of Amber as she played with her pussy and held the phone in her other hand. She captured every detail on Amber's face—the way she moaned and grunted as Jack played with her ass.

Jack then added another finger and began finger-fucking Amber's ass. He gave a sharp slap on Amber's ass.

SLAP.

"Tell your husband what I'm doing, slut," Jack growled.

"Jack's fingering my ass, honey. He is stretching my ass with his fingers, baby. Fuck, it feels so good," Amber said.

SLAP.

"Yes, Billy Boy. I'm fucking your wife's ass with my fingers. I'm touching your wife where you have never touched her before," Jack sneered and leaned in, pulling Amber's face toward his. Amber instinctively responded by kissing Jack back. At one point, Jack just stuck his tongue out, and Amber was sucking on it lewdly.

Jack couldn't get enough of this slut wife. He groped and gave Amber's ass several stinging slaps.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

Jack loved how Amber's asshole tightly gripped his digits. Jack probed Amber's anal cavity deeper, making her mewl in pleasure.

"Fucking bitch, your ass is so tight. I can't wait to shove my cock in your guts. I want to feel your asshole milk my cock. I'm going to make your wife my anal slut, Bill." Jack growled into the camera and licked the sweat on Amber's back. His hips never slowing down, and he fucked Amber. He gave Amber's ass a few more hard slaps.

SLAP.SLAP. SLAP.

"Yes, Daddy, spank my ass. Spank my naughty ass. Punish me for being such a slut at the pool party," Amber said.

Jack didn't need to be told twice as he spanked Amber's ass hard.

SLAP. SLAP.

"Yes, Daddy, I sucked on David's cock. I sucked on my husband's coworker's cock. who is such an asshole and makes bills work life so miserable. I am such a slut wife for sucking on another man's cock that my husband hates so much," Amber moaned.

Amber's confession made him angry and horny—angry for what she had done with David and horny for what a slut wife he had turned this married woman into. Jack did want to punish Amber for that day and didn't hold back. He spanked Amber's ass harder.

SLAP. SLAP.

"Yes, daddy, it was my dumb husband's idea to introduce us both at the pool party," confessed Amber. "It made me so hot to give that asshole a blowjob right in our bedroom when my dumbass husband was downstairs with all our friends and colleagues in the house.

Do you like that, Daddy? Do you like how you have turned me into a complete slut?"

Jack groaned at how far they had come. He was amazed at how much of a slut this beautiful married woman had turned into.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy, for not getting permission from you. Do you like that I gave that asshole a blowjob, something I still haven't done for my little dicked husband? Maybe next time I will introduce you both. Would you like that, Daddy? Would you like to share me with another perverted asshole just like you? Would you like me to be a slut for two cocks?" Amber taunted Jack.

"Fuck," Jack groaned, as an image of Amber being used by two cocks flashed through his mind.

"God, I didn't realize threesomes could be so much fun. Now that I've tried it with a cock and a pussy. I definitely want to try it with two cocks and maybe two pussies. And hit the trifecta," Amber said, giving Stacey a naughty smile and wink.

Stacy didn't know if Amber was just talking dirty to drive Jack wild or if she was serious. But if her best friend wanted to try those naughty ideas for real, she would definitely make it happen.

Jack and Stacy looked at one another in astonishment. Both of them were blown away by Amber's filthy fantasies and knew they had created a monster.

Jack looked up at Stacey and snickered as he continued to sodomize her best friend.

Stacey was getting so hot watching Jack dominate her best friend and taunt Bill. It was as if Jack was showing off to Stacey, 'Look how I have trained your slutty friend'.

Stacey looked him in the eye, and with a wicked smile, she said, "You want to see another trick this bitch has learned?" Stacey grabbed Amber's head and shoved it in-between her legs.

Amber didn't think twice and started lapping on Stacey's pussy hungrily. Between Jack's cock in her pussy, his fingers in her ass, and the taste of Stacey's pussy, Amber was going mad with lust. Amber sucked, licked, and probed her best friend's pussy hungrily.

"Fuck," Jack muttered at the sight in front of him. He was shocked to see Amber eating Stacey's pussy. And the way Amber was eating Stacey's pussy, Jack knew this was not the first time Amber had munched on Stacey's cunt. Jack was close to cuming watching these two beautiful sluts act so depraved.

In the few days Amber and Stacey had been together, Amber had come to love the taste of her friend's pussy juice. Amber pulled back and watched Stacey's pussy juice run down her taint and over her asshole. Amber spread her Stacey's ass cheeks apart and stared at her puckered hole slathered in pussy juice. The musky scent of Stacey's ass, sweat, and her juices made Amber's mouth water. She dove in tongue first, attacking Stacey's asshole. The thought of doing this with anyone else didn't appeal to Amber, but with Stacey, she couldn't get enough of her. The taste and texture of Stacey's anal ring drove Amber wild with lust; she ran the flat of her tongue over Stacey's asshole repeatedly. She stiffened and probed Stacey's ass, wanting more. Amber couldn't believe she was rimming her best friend.

"Oh yes, you dirty slut. Eat my fucking ass," Stacey screamed, in ecstasy. Stacey loved how Amber was such a quick learner and already knew how to eat her pussy the way she liked, but Amber had never once gone near her ass. Stacey had never pushed her friend, but today Amber had surprised her. The way she was rimming her asshole sent shivers through her spine.

Amber could tell how Stacey loved the way her tongue felt on her asshole. The way Stacey squirmed and moaned with every swipe of her tongue. Amber spread Stacey's ass cheeks and doubled her efforts. She pushed her tongue deep and probed Stacey's asshole, sucking and licking on it.

Stacey could feel her orgasm close as her thighs shivered and trembled. Stacey's hips lifted off the ground and pulled Amber's face deeper into her ass. She grabbed Amber's face and began grinding her pussy and ass all over it.

Amber just stuck her tongue out and let Stacey do all the work.

"That's it, you fucking slut. I'm going to smother you with my ass and pussy juice," Stacey groaned and humped Amber's face furiously.

Just as all three of them were about to have a huge orgasm in unison, they heard Bill's shocked voice.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?"

Amber, Stacey, and Jack—all three of them turned to see a stunned Bill standing in the doorway.

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ

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 Subtitle:Neighborly Chronicles Alternate Universe Pt. 13
   Teaser:Amber comes clean
 Category:Loving Wives
      URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/neighborly-chronicles-au-pt-13
Published:2024-11-10
"Bill," Amber said, in shock. It felt like a bucket of ice cold water was thrown at her. She could see the hurt and betrayal in Bill's eyes. She just wanted to rush to him and hold him in her arms, but by the look on Bill's face, Amber knew he wouldn't be receptive to it. He didn't want her sympathy; he wanted an explanation to what was going on. "Bill, Honey. I can explain, please," Amber pleaded.

"Bill, just listen to Amber," Stacey said, coming to her friend's aid.

Bill cut Stacey off and said in a harsh tone, "Not right now, Stacey. I want you to leave."

Stacey didn't say anything; she didn't want to aggravate Bill anymore than he already was.

Jack being the asshole that he was, tried to push his luck. He drew his cock until only the tip was in Amber's pussy and thrust in hard, trying to keep the threesome going. He wondered if Bill was a guy like other cucks, who would accept their role and start jerking off while watching their wife get fucked like a slut.

"Stop Jack," Amber said in an annoyed voice. She pulled away from Jack and stood up, wanting to create as much distance from him.

Jack turned to Stacy, who gave him an angry stare and muttered, "Asshole." Clearly, he was the only one who was still in the mood for a threesome. Jack turned to Bill, who gave him a cold stare. Jack slowly stood up, annoyed and pissed. He wasn't the one who organized this whole get-together. He just wanted to enjoy his game peacefully with a beer; it was these two sluts who had invited him over and practically begged him to fuck them, and now suddenly it was all his fault when Bill walked in on them.

"Listen, man," Jack said.

"Just fucking leave, Jack," Bill said, through gritted teeth.

Jack grumbled and picked up his clothes. He swung them over his shoulders and didn't bother getting dressed. He looked quite comical, with his pudgy body still covered in sweat and his cock still hard and slick. It jutted out from below his belly and swung like an elephant's trunk as he walked through the house, heading for the side gate by the pool.

Stacey looked apologetically at Bill as she gathered her clothes and went to the bathroom to change.

Amber suddenly felt very conscious. She was naked, her face was covered in Stacy's pussy juice, and her pussy felt sore from Jack's fucking. Even her ass felt sore from all the spanking and fingering. Despite her physical appearance, it was the way Bill looked away, not even acknowledging her, that hurt her the most. She felt even more naked than she was. She felt so small and wished the ground beneath her would part and swallow her.

She wished she was anywhere else, but here.

But it was Bill's next words that broke her.

"Get yourself cleaned up, and we will talk," Bill said, in an even voice without any emotion.

Amber felt tears run down her cheeks as she covered her breasts and pussy in shame.

Bill knew Amber was hurting, and watching her cry was breaking his heart. He wanted to rush to Amber and hold her, but the images of what she was doing just a few minutes ago flashed in his mind. Bill stood his ground.

Amber gathered her clothes and walked to their ensuite bathroom to take a shower. She let the hot water wash over her and wished it could wash away all her sins.

As Amber was in the shower, a million thoughts ran through her mind. She knew how it must have looked for Bill to walk in on them. How long was Bill standing there? Did he hear all the things she had said? She couldn't imagine what Bill must think of her—a cheating slut or a whore wife? What was going on in Bill's mind right now?

Amber was thinking of all the things she wanted to say, no, needed to say to Bill. How, all of this started? Why she was having sex with Jack? Would Bill believe her after what just happened, or would he think she was just lying? But Amber was clear about one thing: she had to come clean. She had to tell the truth; it is the only way they can get past this.

Amber felt like the worst person in the world at that moment. Maybe if Bill had screamed at her and accused her of being a cheating whore, it would have somehow made her feel better than how he calmly reacted to the depraved scene he walked into. Bill was still giving her a chance to explain herself and was willing to hear her side of the story. This made Amber feel even more guilty, like she did not deserve to be with someone like Bill.

The water had turned cold, Amber realized she had been in the shower for too long, and Bill was waiting for her downstairs. She quickly dried herself and slipped on loose sleep pants and a white T-shirt of Bills'. It was a little too big for her, but somehow it felt comforting at the moment. She took a deep breath and walked down to the kitchen.

Bill was sitting at the dining table. He was holding a mug of coffee and had kept another for Amber opposite to him. Usually, when they had coffee together, Bill and Amber would sit side-by-side, laugh, and talk about the day with their knees bumping into each other or with Bill's hands on her thighs. Even this simple gesture of having to sit across from Bill broke Amber's heart. But she knew at the moment she deserved this. Amber sat across from Bill and picked up the warm mug of coffee; somehow the heat from the mug reassured her.

Bill did not say anything and was staring at his mug of coffee.

Amber took the hint and started to talk. She told Bill about how she caught him watching the video. How she was confused and had spoken to Stacey about it. How she had planned the anniversary present for Bill. She didn't tell Bill any details about the videos, as she felt it was not relevant at the moment. She also wanted Bill to first understand why she had made all these videos; the details of how and where did not matter.

"And what about the video with David?" Bill asked, still not looking at Amber.

Amber was confused for a moment. "How do you know I made a video with David? I never told you about that," Amber said nervously.

"Because David showed me a video of you giving him a blowjob at work today," Bill said, in an even tone.

"What?" Amber was confused; how did David have a video of her sucking his cock? Amber tried to remember what had happened that day, and then something clicked. The way she had caught David staring at his phone, in his shirt breast pocket, a couple of times. "Fuck," Amber said. "That stupid asshole must have been recording me on his phone. Fuck, how stupid am I? I'm so sorry, Bill. What did he say?" Amber asked, now genuinely concerned, what David might do with the video.

"He is using it to blackmail me; for now he has just asked for a few days off, but I can't imagine what he would want when he gets back," Bill said. He didn't mention that David had invited himself over for dinner, as he could already see Amber starting to panic. And by the shocked expression on Amber's face, Bill knew Amber would never trust someone like David to film her and that she genuinely was unaware of what had happened. Despite the situation they were in and whatever happens between them, Bill wouldn't let some cheap asshole like David hurt Amber. David could use the video to sabotage his career or even Amber's career at the hospital; Bill had to come up with something to get that video.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, Bill. I really am. I didn't mean for things to get out of hand like this. God, I'm so stupid," Amber said, her voice cracking, realizing the seriousness of the problem they were in.

"It's all right. We will figure a way out of this," Bill said, trying to calm Amber.

"I'm so sorry for everything, Bill. The way you had to find out about all this and for the mess we are in with David," Amber said.

Bill was silent for a moment. "I need some time to process all this," Bill said as he got up and walked out of the kitchen. Behind him, he could hear the soft sobs of Amber.

That night Bill slept in their guest bedroom. Bill couldn't fall asleep and lay awake thinking about the last time he slept in this room. It was the night of the Super Bowl when Jack had fucked Amber for the first time. The images of that night, watching Amber with Jack, and the scene he had walked into today flash through his mind. Bill got up to get a glass of water, and when he came back up from the kitchen, he moved near the master bedroom door. He wanted to make sure Amber was okay. He could hear Amber was on the phone and knew she was talking to Stacey. Bill was relieved that Amber had someone to talk to and was not completely alone tonight.

—-

The next day, Bill woke up late. He entered the master bedroom to get ready and noticed Amber was not there. He knew Amber must have gone for an early morning run.

Bill had gotten ready and was having coffee when he heard Amber return. After a while, he was at the dining table going through his mail when he heard the sound of footsteps. Bill looked up to see Amber walking down the stairs, dressed in her professional attire. He knew from Amber's tired face that she had not gotten much sleep either.

Amber didn't look Bill in the eyes as she walked to the dining table and placed something across from him.

Bill saw it was a flash drive and looked at Amber questioningly.

"This is a flash drive containing all the videos that I took with Jack. You can watch them for yourself. This is all that I took, and it was for the anniversary present, like I told you about. If you don't believe me, you can ask Stacey or Jack about it," Amber said in a soft voice. "I'm meeting Stacey for drinks after work and will be back home a little late," Amber said and left for work.

Bill stared at the flash drive sitting across from him. "Fuck," he said in frustration, not knowing what to do with it.

—

Bill got back from work early since he was not being productive at the office. His mind was still fuzzy from all the revelations of the previous day. Bill decided to hit the gym to get his mind off things. He completed his usual routine and even beat his own personal best. He was so happy that he pulled out his phone to share it with Amber. He decided against it, knowing Amber was probably still at work or with Stacey. Bill put his phone back in his pocket and headed for the shower.

Just as Bill was walking to his car, he noticed someone standing next to it. It was Stacey. She was dressed in casual clothes, and he knew she was not there to workout. As Bill approached his car, Stacey noticed him. Bill and Stacey stood facing each other in silence for a moment.

Images of last night, when Bill saw Stacy with Amber and Jack, flashed through his mind. The way she was completely naked and Amber's face buried between her legs. Bill's cock twitched at the memory. Bill had no idea how Stacey had gotten involved with Jack and was curious to know how things had started between Jack and her.

Bill also remembered how he had dismissed Stacey when she tried to take Amber's side last night. Whatever was going on, he knew it was between Amber and him, and he had no reason to be rude to Stacey. "I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you last time," Bill apologized to Stacey.

"No, don't be. You had every right to be mad at us for what we did. I wanted to apologize to you for all this. Look, Bill, can we just go somewhere and talk?" Stacey asked.

Bill knew Stacey was just being a good friend and here for Amber. He had no reason to be mad at her, so he agreed.

Ten minutes later, Bill and Stacey were seated at a coffee shop nearby, with their drinks in front of them.

"Look, Bill, I would never want to be a reason for Amber and you to fight. If there is anyone whom you should be angry at, it should be me. I was the one who gave Amber the idea for the anniversary present. I was the one who covered for her when she was with David at the pool party. I was the one who suggested the threesome with Jack. So if you want to blame someone, then I'm the one you should be mad at, not Amber. Amber had nothing to do with this," Stacey said.

Bill looked up from his coffee with his eyebrows raised at Stacy's last comment.

"Okay, Amber does have her part to blame in all this. But, come on, Bill, I know the both of you. I know how much you both love each other. You cannot throw away all that for one mistake. This cannot be the end of it. You know you cannot give up all those things you have with Amber because of someone like Jack. You can't blame Amber for the idea that I gave her or for wanting to make you happy by fulfilling your fantasy," Stacey said.

Bill could see Stacey's point, but that still did not make what Amber did right. "So that makes it okay to go behind my back and fuck Jack or give David a blowjob," Bill asked louder than he had intended to, which caused several patrons to look their way.

"Look, I get why you're mad at Amber, but all I am asking you is this. Don't throw away all these years of your relationship just because of this one stupid thing. Amber is hurting, and all I'm saying is talk to her. If you want all of this to stop, you know Amber will not even look in Jack's direction if you just say the word. You want to punish her. The Amber I have seen these past couple of days would gladly take anything you give her. You know she loves you, and I know how much you love her. All I'm saying is just talk to her. Amber is willing to do anything to make his right by you," Stacey said.

"When Amber did all those things, believe me when I say she was thinking of you and fulfilling your fantasy. You know Amber better than anyone else. She is not someone who is going to cheat on you just for the sake of having an affair, and especially not with someone like Jack. Trust me there are a whole bunch of hot guys I know who would give their right arm for a chance with Amber and she wouldn't even look in their direction. Even if you don't believe anything else I said, you know I am right about this," Stacey said.

Bill knew Stacey had a point. Amber would never cheat on him just for the sake of it. They had the perfect life together. The only reason for Amber to do something this crazy was to please him and fulfil his fantasy.

"And please don't blame it entirely on Amber. I had a part to play in it. Jack had a part in it. Even you are not innocent, Bill. You really believe that you had nothing to do with Amber fucking Jack?" Stacey asked.

Before Bill could argue against it, Stacey continued.

"You pushed her towards Jack, Bill. Not just one time, all those months, you enjoyed watching her with Jack. You liked that she was being naughty with him, all those blowjobs and spanking. You encouraged her to be more bad. You loved that your wife was doing things for your despicable neighbour that she doesn't even do with you. You knew the effect Jack's cock was having on your wife, but you still let it happen. Even on the Super Bowl night, you enjoyed watching Amber and Jack fuck. You were the one who told Amber; you wished you had been awake to see what happened that night. Imagine if you could go back in time and record a video of that night. Wouldn't you want that? That is all Amber has been trying to do for you with this anniversary present. You liked the idea of her being a hot wife and slut for Jack. It was not you who wanted to end the arrangement with Jack; it was Amber. Tell me honestly, Bill, that you have not watched any of the videos of Amber and Jack after you had ended the arrangement. Tell me you have not jerked off once, watching all those videos you have of your wife sucking on your ugly neighbour's cock," Stacey said.

Bill's face flushed beet red, letting Stacey know the answer. Bill lost count of how many times he had jerked off to the videos of Amber and Jack together. He looked away, embarrassed to admit that Stacey's words had turned him on and that he was currently sporting a hardon under the table.

Suddenly, Bill's eyes grew wide when he felt Stacey's hand on his crotch. Her fingers immediately felt the bulge in his shorts and gave his hard cock a squeeze. Bill looked up to meet Stacey's eye.

Stacey had a naughty glint in her eyes. "I knew it, Just wanted to confirm though," Stacey said with a naughty smile, still holding Bill's cock. Stacey watched Bill squirm with just her touch and thought it was so cute.

"Stacey, Don't," Bill said. He was just so turned on but felt guilty for letting another woman apart from his wife touch his cock. He knew it was ridiculous given what Amber had done with Jack and Stacey, but still that didn't make this right.

"God, you have a nice cock, Bill," Stacey said and gave Bill's cock one last squeeze before letting go. "Look, I'm not judging you in any way here, I know the fantasy still excites you. Well guess what, your wife loves it as much as you too. I'm just trying to make you understand that you both want the same thing. I know I have never said it, but I have always envied what Amber and you have. Although I have to admit, I thought you guys were boring before all this crazy sexual fantasy of yours. You both have the perfect relationship that could last a lifetime, don't throw that away because of some stupid misunderstanding. That's all. Just talk to Amber about it and sort it out," Stacey said sincerely.

Bill had to agree with Stacy and knew she was right. "All right, I'll talk to Amber," Bill said.

"Thank you, thank you. That is all I ask of you, Bill," Stacey said with a smile.

—

Bill drove back home, thinking of what he wanted to say to Amber when she got back. But there was something on his mind that had him distracted the entire day. His conversation with Stacey just added to it.

Bill got home and ordered some dinner. He ordered extra just in case Amber showed up. He stood clutching his fingers into a fist as he stared at the flash drive on the dining table. It was still at the exact same spot Amber had left it this morning. He couldn't resist it anymore. "Fuck," Bill muttered to himself and grabbed the flash drive off the table. He headed to his home office.

He turned on his computer and tapped his feet nervously as the computer loaded. He was anxious about what he would find on the flash drive. Five minutes later, Bill was staring at the computer screen, a folder open with a bunch of video files. His heart beat faster knowing what each video meant. Amber had hooked up with Jack so many times.

Bill clicked on a random file and pressed play. Immediately the screen lit up with Amber walking through some woods; she looked back at the camera and gave a sexy smile.

Even though it had just been two days, Bill had missed Amber.

Amber was wearing the white crop top that he loved. Bill could even make out the pink bra she was wearing underneath. Her booty shorts showed off her perfect ass and her toned legs. The outfit was completed with her black hat and pink running shoes. Before this whole adventure, Amber would never step out of the house in something so provocative, but over the last couple of months, Amber had become more bold and confident of her body. The outfit she was wearing was testament to that. But what turned on Bill even more was knowing Amber was with Jack, dressing so alluringly in public. What must have people thought of the odd couple?

Bill couldn't take his eyes off Amber's swaying hips and the way she struck a pose against a tree.

Jack's gruff voice reminded Bill of whom Amber was with.

{[italic]}'Damn, Bill. Your wife looks amazing today. Don't you think? I can't wait to feel that body all over mine.'{[/italic]}

Jack's condescending tone annoyed Bill, but what surprised him was when Amber joined in and said

{[italic]}'Hey Bill, do you think Jack is gonna have fun playing with my ass in a little bit?'{[/italic]}

She brazenly pulled her down her shorts, flashing her ass to the camera, and began shaking it. The camera moved closer, capturing Amber's bubble butt jiggle. He then saw Jack's hands enter the frame and fondle his wife's ass.

"Fuck," Bill groaned as he squeezed his cock.

The scene continued as Amber teased Bill with her wicked words.

{[italic]}'I think I'm going to start showing off my ass more at home to tease you. But I'm not going to let you touch or feel like it like you used to. I'm going to tease you until you finally watch what I've been up to. But I'm going to let our big neighbor here play with it as much as he wants. That ass that you love so much will be groped, spanked, rubbed, and the whole time you'll only be able to watch. I have to make sure I tease my husband as much as possible, isn't that right baby?'{[/italic]}

"Holy shit," Bill said. His cock was rock hard hearing Amber talk so dirty. He then watched as Amber held onto a tree as instructed by Jack and arched her back. Jack was immediately behind Amber fondling her ass. Bill couldn't believe how sexy Amber looked, biting her lips, teasing him and their ugly neighbor.

{[italic]}'I want you spank me like my husband wishes he could. Punish my ass that I work so hard to keep in shape. Remind me and my husband who's my daddy!'{[/italic]}

Jack then spanked Amber's ass hard, causing her to moan in pain and pleasure. Bill was mesmerized by the way his wife's ass jiggled and recoiled. He watched as Amber's ass redden with each hard slap. Bill could tell Amber was getting turned on by how rough Jack was treating her. The scene cut to another, and Bill's cock twitched as he saw Amber on her knees in front of Jack.

{[italic]}'Hmm, you taste so fucking good. I've actually been thinking about this moment all weekend.'{[/italic]} Amber said in a sultry voice as she ran her wet tongue all over Jack's shaft.

Bill's cock was now leaking pre-cum as a wet spot formed on his boxers. He didn't want to pull out his cock yet. The scene on the screen was so dirty and sexy that he was afraid he might cum too soon.

{[italic]}'Who would've thought that one day, I'd be comfortable sucking your cock? My husband has gotten one blowjob from me and it wasn't even my best. And I've sucked your beautiful cock so many times I've lost count. My husband has barely experienced my blowjobs and you, the man we hate, are now used to me on my knees sucking this beautiful thing.'{[/italic]}

Bill watched in amazement how Jack's cock was resting on Amber's face. The length and girth of Jack's monstrous cock made Amber look so small. He couldn't believe his wife was able to take all that in her.

{[italic]}'I have to make sure I thank your husband next time I see him.'{[/italic]} Jack said with his usual ugly smile.

{[italic]}'I think you should be even more rude to my husband, don't you think? His rude neighbor hooking up with his wife is what excites him. Right Bill?'{[/italic]} Amber said, looking straight at Bill as she licked Jack's cock.

Amber's words stung, but it made Bill's cock even harder. The scene continued as Amber licked and sucked on Jack's cock and balls. The blowjob was getting more messy and nasty as Amber's saliva and slobber began running down her hands.

Bill gave his cock a firm squeeze. He couldn't take it any more; he pulled out his cock and slowly gave it a few pumps. He felt like something was missing. He looked at Amber on screen and longed for her. Bill realized he missed her and wanted to be close to his wife. He wanted something to remind him of her. A sudden thought flashed through his mind. He paused the video and tucked his cock in. Bill went to the laundry room and found what he was looking for.

Amber's panties.

Bill picked them up and could immediately feel the dampness. They were bright pink thong-style ones. Bill knew this must be the panties Amber wore on her run this morning. He ran his fingers over it, feeling the dampness. They must have been soaked in Amber's sweat this morning, Bill thought to himself. He imagined the way the fabric must have been rubbing against his wife's pussy and ass, capturing the scent and flavour. He brought it to his nose and took a deep whiff. "Fuck," Bill groaned as his nostrils filled with the scent of Amber's sweaty pussy. His cock twitched as he breathed in the familiar musk of his wife. Bill had never done anything like this before with Amber's panties. He felt a little guilty for violating Amber's privacy, but at the moment, this was as close he could get to his wife.

Bill got back to his computer and resumed the video. He was transfixed as he watched Amber work their despicable neighbor's cock. The way she licked and sucked, the way her tongue ran all over Jack's balls and nursed them. He pulled out his cock and continued stroking it while sniffing Amber's dirty panties. Bill groaned at the sight on screen and scent from Amber's sodden panties. Bill was lost in a haze of pleasure as he stroked his cock faster.

A sudden movement at the corner of his eyes caught his attention. Bill turned to look at a shocked Amber standing in the doorway.

Bill stared at Amber in shock.

It felt as if time had frozen as Amber and Bill stared at each other.

Amber's mind was still processing the scene in front of her. Stacey had called earlier and had told Amber about her conversation with Bill. Amber was glad Bill agreed to talk and rushed back home. She had called out to Bill but couldn't find him. Seeing Bill's car in the garage and his gym bag, Amber knew Bill was somewhere in the house. She heard voices coming from Bill's home office and went to let her husband know she was home. As she approached the door, Amber could hear slapping sounds and moans. She thought Bill was watching porn. Amber just smiled, not being offended by it, because she too had been horny and missed being with Bill. Amber's feet came to a sudden halt when she heard the familiar gruff voice of their old neighbor. Amber's curiosity got the better of her, and she peeked in Bill's office. She was shocked to see Bill masturbating while watching one of the videos she had taken with Jack. Bill was facing away from the doorway, so he had not seen Amber.

Amber thought of going back and maybe slamming the front door to alert Bill that she was home, but something stopped her. Amber remembered the last time she was in the exact same situation. It felt like a deja vu moment. How she had caught Bill watching a video of her and Jack. Talking to Stacey about it. Stacey suggesting the idea for the anniversary present and how all this started.

It felt so unreal, but something inside her stopped her from walking away. Her inner voice told her it was a second chance. A second chance at doing things differently this time. She could step out of the room without Bill knowing or step inside and take a chance. Before Amber had a chance to decide, fate had decided for her when Bill suddenly turned in her direction. His face had turned pale seeing Amber standing by the door.

Amber and Bill stared at each other without breaking eye contact. Amber trusted her instincts and slowly took a step towards Bill. Her own moans of pleasure played in the background as Amber cautiously approached Bill.

Bill was still in shock and expected Amber to scream at him for being a pervert and run. He was surprised when Amber moved slowly, taking one step at a time towards him. Bill could not move and was glued to his seat.

Amber was still wearing her work clothes—a dark blue blouse and a grey skirt that she had worn this morning. She looked a little tired. She had let her hair down and undid a few buttons, giving her a casual, sexy look.

Amber saw the video playing on the screen. It was the video she had taken with Jack at the waterfall. Bill's cock caught her attention as it twitched, hearing a sharp slap from the video. It was the sound of Jack giving her ass a hard spank. Amber started at Bill's hard cock and pre-cum oozing from the tip. She licked her lips subconsciously. When Amber was close enough that their knees were almost touching, she softly said, "It's OK. It's all right, Bill."

Something bright caught Amber's attention. She then noticed Bill holding her pink panties in one hand. She recognized the panties from the morning and knew they were soaked when she left them in the hamper this morning. She was confused at first, wondering what Bill was doing with her panties and then it dawned on her.

Bill saw Amber staring at the dirty panties he was holding, and his cheeks turned red. "I'm so sorry, Amber," Bill apologized.

"It's OK, honey. I slept wearing your shirt last night; just the smell of you was comforting. I get it. I understand, you just wanted to be close to me," Amber said in a comforting voice, letting Bill know he need not be embarrassed about it.

Bill was amazed at how Amber knew him so well, how she could always read his mind and know what he was thinking or how he felt.

When Bill still wouldn't look her in the eyes. Amber said, "It's just me; you don't need to feel embarrassed. Take another whiff, Bill," encouraged Amber.

Bill just brought the sodden panties to his nose and breathed in again.

"Can you smell it, honey.? Can you smell how turned on I was this morning and how much I missed you? How I rubbed my pussy in those panties and masturbated thinking about you this morning." Amber admitted with a naughty smile.

Bill could believe what he was hearing and subconsciously took in another deep whiff of Amber's dirty panties, taking in the rich aroma of his wife's cum and sweat.

Amber stared at Bill's rock-hard cock and slowly reached for it. "It's all right, baby; I'm here now. We will figure this out. I want this for you," Amber said, slowly taking Bill's cock in her hand as she sank to the floor in front of him. She had to hike up her skirt almost above her ass to kneel down in front of Bill. Amber could feel how hard Bill's cock was and how much the video turned him on.

Bill was shocked and confused at what Amber was doing.

"This is all I wanted for you, honey," Amber said as she leaned forward towards his cock. Amber knew if Bill was still mad at her, he would have stopped her, but she felt encouraged by the lust on her husband's face.

Bill shuddered as he felt Amber's hot breath on his cock.

"This is all for you, baby," Amber said softly as she ran her wet tongue along Bill's cock from base to tip.

"Fuuuuuck," Bill groaned as he felt Amber's warm and wet tongue on his skin. He couldn't believe what was happening. It felt like a dream. Was Amber really going to give him his first blowjob?

Amber ran her tongue all over Bill's shaft, coating it in her saliva. She was lathering Bill's cock in her spit. The taste of his salty skin made her pussy gush in her panties. She could taste a hint of soap and knew Bill had freshly showered after getting back from the gym.

Bill shifted in his seat, trying to get more of Amber's lips on his cock, but Amber had her hand on his thighs and controlled the pace of the blowjob.

She then took his whole mushroom head in her mouth and swirled her tongue on it, making Bill moan in pleasure.

Amber created a vacuum with her mouth on Bill's tip and sucked on his sensitive cockhead. She let go of Bill's cock with an audible pop.

Bill's mind was hazy with lust, with the pleasure he was receiving.

"You like this, Honey? You like feeling my warm lips on your cock?" Amber asked in a sultry voice that sent shivers up Bill's spine.

Amber took 3/4 of Bill's cock in her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down.

Bill felt like the luckiest man on earth and so special receiving his first blowjob from Amber. It was short-lived when he looked up to see Jack receiving the same treatment from his wife on screen, reminding him he was not the first to experience this. Bill was annoyed at this and moved to pause the video.

"No, let it play, baby," Amber said, pulling her head from Bill's cock. "I want you to watch the video while I suck on your cock. I love how hard you get watching me act so naughty."

Bill didn't argue. At the moment, all that he cared about was feeling his wife's lips on his cock.

The video continued to play, and on screen Amber was licking Jack's hairy balls.

Amber saw this and imitated herself. She gave sensual kisses all along Bill's cock as she moved down to Bill's ballsack. Amber ran her tongue, licking the salty skin and taking each ball in her mouth, softly sucking on them. All the while, Amber's hands were jerking off Bill's shaft.

"Holy shit," Bill said as his legs trembled from the intense pleasure he was receiving. He had goosebumps all over his body.

"Do you like the video, baby? You have chosen a good one," Amber said as she gave soft kisses on Bill's balls.

Bill just nodded, his eyes glued to the screen.

"This is the first time Jack fucked me in a public place, honey," Amber cooed.

The first time. How many times has Jack fucked Amber in public places? Bill's imagination ran wild.

Amber ran her tongue along Bill's shaft and swirled it around his mushroom tip.

"Do you like it, baby? Do you like watching Jack grope me out in the open like this? Fuck, I was so excited and nervous at the same time," Amber said.

Bill was starting to understand how much his wife loved the idea of exhibitionism and being put on display. He would love to enjoy it one day, but the idea of Jack experiencing this kink with Amber first drove Bill mad with jealousy and lust.

"A couple of times we almost got caught, baby. Fuck, I can't imagine what I would have done," Amber said, as she dove down and gave Bill's balls some attention. "Honestly, if someone would have seen us, I would have kept fucking, baby."

Bill groaned at Amber's taboo thoughts.

"Can you imagine, Bill? Some random stranger watching Jack fuck me out in the woods. Can you imagine what they would think of me? Dressed like that? They would definitely know I could never be with someone like Jack. They would probably think I am some common whore. Do you like that, Bill? Do you like it when people think of me, your well-educated and sophisticated wife, as some whore for Jack?" Amber teased. She went lower, licking Bill's balls, and ran her tongue along his taint.

Bill's body shuddered in pleasure.

Amber wanted to give her husband the full royal treatment. She pushed Bill's legs further apart and could even see his puckered asshole. Amber was not ready for that yet. She leaned in again and ran her wet tongue all over Bill's taint, his scrotum, and nursed his cum-filled balls.

"Fuck," Bill grunted. Amber's teasing was driving him wild; at this rate, Bill was afraid he would cum before he could see Jack fuck Amber in the video.

Amber, noticing how turned on Bill was and backed down. She slowed down the pace of the blowjob, giving gentle kisses on his cock to calm Bill.

Bill and Amber both looked at the screen, watching Amber slobber all over Jack's thick cock. Jack moved the camera, capturing Amber sucking on his cock from different angles. Bill had to admit, Jack was doing a good job handling the camera while Amber worked his cock, considering he would barely be able to stand up at the moment with her lips wrapped around his own cock.

When Jack said, {[italic]}'Get up and bend over this tree like the good little slut you are,'{[/italic]} Amber knew what was to come.

"Are you ready, Bill? Are you ready to watch me get fucked by Jack?" Amber said softly, with her lips still pressed against Bill's cock.

Bill's eyes never left the screen, but his cock twitched in response.

Amber slowly licked it like a cat while she too turned her attention to the screen.

Bill groaned at the sight of Amber in just her pink bra, pink thong, and pink shoes bent over a tree. He suddenly stared at his hand and realized he was holding the exact same thong that Amber had worn that day on the hike. When he looked at Amber.

The naughty smile playing on Amber's lips confirmed his suspicion. She slowly took the panties from Bill's hand and brought them to his nose.

Bill took a deep whiff once again.

"Can you smell how wet I was for Jack's cock, baby?' Amber teased as if it were the same dirty panties from the hike. Amber then looked Bill in the eyes and bit her lips. She slowly pushed the sodden panties slowly into Bill's mouth, stuffing what was hanging outside his mouth slowly with just one finger. "Can you taste how wet I was that day, Honey?

Like an untold rule, Bill didn't spit the panties out; he actually sucked on the sodden material, tasting the sweet and salty essence of his wife.

Bill's compliance and his lust-filled eyes showed Amber how turned on he was and gave her more courage to act naughty, knowing he was enjoying this as much as she was.

Jack's voice on screen saying, {[italic]}'Because of this stupid rule, I'm going to make sure I fuck you harder than I ever have? You got that?'{[/italic]} caught their attention.

Bill was glad Amber made Jack wear condoms, but he didn't know that Jack had already broken that rule. Bill watched holding his breath as Amber swayed her ass seductively at Jack. He watched as Jack's sheathed cock appeared in the frame and still couldn't believe how his wife was able to fit that entire cock inside of her.

Bill felt like everything was happening in slow motion. He could see and sense every detail that was going on. His mind conjured up closeup images and how it looked from different angles, like how Jack's cock looked penetrating his wife's pussy. Bill imagined Amber's pussy dripping with her sex juices, aching for Jack's throbbing veiny cock.

"Fuck," Bill and Amber said in unison as Jack's mushroom head penetrated Amber's pussy on screen. Bill could not tear his eyes away from the screen as Jack pushed his entire length inside his wife's pussy, causing Amber to moan in pleasure.

Jack quickly picked up the pace and was fucking Amber against a fallen tree.

{[italic]}'Fuck yeah, you dirty slut. Your dumb little husband is going to love watch you fuck my big cock.'{[/italic]} Jack said as he pulled on Amber's ponytail to face the camera.

brother-in-law could see how turned on Amber was by how slick Jack's cock was coated in a sheen of Amber's pussy cream. Something changed in Amber when she saw the camera. Bill watched as Amber started slamming her ass back on her own accord. Jack stopped moving and Amber was doing all the work. Amber was fucking herself on Jack's cock.

"Holy shit," Bill said. He was shocked at how eagerly Amber fucked Jack back and the dirty things she was saying without Jack prompting her.

In the home office, Amber began once again bobbing her head on Bill's cock. The taboo scene was turning her on so much that she had hiked her skirt around her waist. She was wearing white lacy panties. She immediately slipped one of her hands inside her panties and started rubbing her sopping wet pussy.

{[italic]}'Are you watching this, Bill? He's not fucking me this time, Bill… I'm fucking him. Him and his big cock. God, it just feels so good. I can't stand him sometimes but my body is getting hooked on the pleasure he gives me. Does that excite you? That your loving wife is having sex with the man you hate. Behind your back no less. Oh, fuck! Just look at me! He gets so deep every time. Much deeper than you ever could hope to. His cock is so much bigger! It makes my body go crazy every time. I'm fucking him way better than I've ever fucked you. Doesn't that sound naughty? Is this what you wanted to see? Please tell me that you're watching! Aren't you? Watch me fuck this cock until I cum all over it! Watch me turn into his little slut! Oh, God! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me so good that you make me forget about my dumbass husband!'{[/italic]}

Amber, who was equally immersed in the scene on screen, froze. Fuck, she forgot how naughty she had acted that day for Jack. God, she sounded so evil. Did she cross the line with her dirty talk? Was Bill offended? Did she take it too far? Her questions were answered when Bill groaned in agony at Amber's wicked words with her panties still in his mouth. His cock twitched in her hands.

Bill couldn't believe the words coming out of Amber's mouth on screen. It was like watching an alter ego of his sweet and loving wife. Bill didn't understand why, but the more dirty Amber spoke on screen and the more she acted like Jack's slut belittling him, it sent jolts of pleasure through his body. He was filled with angst and jealousy. His mind processed the wicked words of betrayal as pleasure and craved more of it like a forbidden treat. His mind craved the sting of her harsh words and wanted it more darker and meaner.

"Fuck, that's so bad. Please don't stop," Bill pleaded as he squirmed in his seat. His body was in jitters hearing the taboo words.

A wicked smile grew on Amber's lips on hearing Bill's assurance that he loved what he was seeing and hearing on the video.

"You like that, Bill? You like watching me be so bad, honey?" Amber asked.

Bill was in a fog of lust. He spit out the panties and said, "Fuck, yes. I love it. I love it when you're so evil. I fucking love you." Bill leaned down and kissed Amber passionately. He drew back, staring into her eyes in lust.

As if on cue, the Amber on screen said, {[italic]}"Break me? You're gonna break my little pussy with your big cock huh? Well, come on show my husband how much you're going to ruin me! Show him who owns this pussy now! Show him how much your big cock drives me crazy! Make him watch with his little cock!"{[/italic]}

"Oh shit," Bill said, humping his hips in the air for some contact on his cock.

Amber smiled and dove down once again, engulfing Bill's cock deep down her throat, feeling invigorated at Bill's words. Fuck, Bill loved how naughty she was. Bill loved how she got fucked by Jack. Bill loved the video. Bill fucking loved her.

Amber wanted to show her husband how much she had perfected her oral skills with Jack. Amber ran her tongue on all sides of Bill's cock before taking him in her mouth again. Amber shifted to swallow Bill's cock deeper into her throat. Her husband's groans of pleasure encouraged her to act even more depraved. Amber deep throated Bill's cock, shaking her head from side to side, pushing Bill's cock deeper down her throat. Amber squeezed her throat muscles around Bill's cock head as if milking him with her throat.

"Oh my fucking God," Bill groaned, squirming in his chair, as he felt the tightness of Amber's throat around his cock. His mind couldn't comprehend what his body was experiencing.

Bill's mind was in sensory overload. Watching the taboo scene on screen and Amber in front of him on her knees, the feeling of his cock in Amber's throat, the taste of Amber's sweaty pussy still on his lips and the sounds of fucking on screen.

His mind was torn between the amazing blowjob Amber was giving him and the taboo scene on screen. Bill knew Amber was giving him a mindblowing blowjob, but his mind craved the taboo-ness on screen.

Fighting the devil in his shoulder, Bill closed his eyes, trying to enjoy his first proper blowjob from his wife. But with the sounds of Jack fucking Amber in the video and the swirling tongue on his cock, it felt like there were two Ambers, like a clone or twin, that both Jack and Bill were fucking together.

"Fuck," Bill groaned in frustration as he gripped the chair tighter until his knuckles were turning white.

Amber could see the dilemma on Bill's face. She knew Bill had a battle going on inside him, between the blowjob and watching her get fucked by Jack.

"It's all right, Bill. Open your eyes. I want you to enjoy the video while I blow your cock," Amber said. "I love watching you get turned on by the video; it makes me feel hot and sexy."

This made Bill's decision easier as he opened his eyes. He watched the video feeling less guilty.

As the depraved scene continued on screen, Amber took Bill's cock back in her mouth and continued pleasuring her husband. Amber couldn't help comparing Bill and Jack in her mind. How different they were—the scent, taste, and the way they reacted. Bill always shaved his pubic hair and even his balls, whereas Jack was unkempt and didn't care about trimming or looking presentable.

It was like in her fantasy, Bill was a king, well-groomed and cultured, while Jack was barbarian, unruly, and wild. Bill's cock tasted so manly and pleasant; even his sweaty balls were salty but not too salty, just the right amount of saltiness in buttery popcorn, whereas Jack's cock and balls had a sour and pungent flavour. Bill's scent was a manly musk, just the right amount, that Amber didn't mind hugging him even after a sweaty workout or a game. Jack had a distinct rich earthy aroma that was primal and served like an aphrodisiac. It was so intoxicating when it filled her lungs.

Even now, the way Bill was running his fingers through her hair, enjoying what she was giving him and letting her control the pace of the blowjob, whereas Jack would have become impatient by now. He would have held her head firmly in place and fucked her face, taking what he wanted. Amber realized she enjoyed giving both kinds of blowjobs. She didn't complain; it was just different between the two of them. Right now, she loved having her husband's cock in her mouth, teasing him, watching his reactions, and being in control of his pleasure. Amber couldn't believe how far she had come; a few months ago, she thought blowjobs were demeaning to women.

Amber also realized something about Bill's fantasy. He loved the physical aspect of it, feeling her lips on his cock and the sloppy blowjob but also the dirty talk. It was like the dirty talk stimulated him mentally. The harsher and meaner her words got, the harder his cock was. The more depraved she talked, the more it fueled his lust and drove him wild. Amber was slowly pushing Bill's limits with her wicked words, trying to understand his boundaries.

"God, I can't decide which one of you is the bigger pervert, Jack, for wanting to fuck his neighbor's wife in ways that I have never pleasured my own husband," Amber said, sucking on Bill's cockhead for a few seconds. "Or you, who jerks off watching our ugly neighbor fuck your own wife while sniffing my dirty panties," Amber said in a mocking tone.

Bill just groaned at Amber's naughty words.

"Are you enjoying your blowjob, honey? Does it feel good to finally have your cock sucked? Do you like the way my tongue feels on your cock?" Amber continued teasing Bill.

"Yes," Bill agreed.

"Jack has taught me well, hasn't he?" Amber said with a wicked smile.

Bill didn't say anything, but the way his body shuddered told Amber that he agreed.

"Am I doing good, baby? Am I doing it right, or do you think I need to practice more on Jack's fat cock?" Amber said, punctuating the last three words.

"Oh shit," Bill said.

"After deep throating Jack's big cock all this time, it's so easy to take your little dick down my throat, baby," Amber cooed. "Maybe the next time you see Jack, you need to thank him, honey. Thank our arrogant old neighbor for teaching your wife how to deepthroat a cock."

"Fuck, you are so bad," Bill said.

Amber smiled at Bill's reaction. She brought her lips together, pouting, and began sucking and sloppily on Bill's sensitive cockhead, like a suckerfish in an aquarium.

"Oh my god," Bill said, feeling a new kind of pleasure on his cock.

"Does this feel good, sweetie? Jack taught me that and drives him wild when I do it to him," Amber teased Bill, reminding him he is not the only one who has experienced her lips on his cock.

Bill knew he was not going to last long. He could have lasted a little longer if it was just the video, but not now, not with Amber teasing him mercilessly with her dirty talk.

Amber could sense Bill's orgasm. She knew he just needed one final push and decided to help. "Are you going to cum, baby? Tell me what turns you on more, my sloppy blowjob or watching me get fucked by Jack." Amber teased. "Tell me, honey, are you going to cum to the feeling of my lips wrapped around your cock, or are you going to cum watching our ugly neighbor stuff your wife's cunt with his nasty cock?"

Bill's body shuddered hearing his wife talk so filthy. He couldn't think straight. "Watching… " is all he could manage. He couldn't hold back any longer.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," Bill groaned.

Amber was amused that her husband was letting her know as if asking permission to come in her mouth while Jack used her like a cum dump and came wherever he wanted.

"I want this, honey. Cum for me. Cum in my mouth," Amber said, as she sucked on Bill's cock harder.

As if on cue, on screen Amber moaned, {[italic]}"I'm gonna-I'm gonna cum baby. I'm gonna cum all over this big dick! Oh god! Oh fuck I'm gonna cum! Ohhhh fucccc-"{[/italic]}

Bill's eyes went blurry and his mind was short circuiting. The lashing of Amber's wet tongue on Bill's hypersensitive mushroom head, Amber's wicked words, and on screen, Amber's face contorted in pleasure as she came hard on Jack's cock drove him over the edge.

"Oh my fucking god," Bill groaned as he spurted ropes of cum in Amber's mouth.

Amber took huge gulps, swallowing every drop of her husband's cum. A small drop leaked from the corner of her mouth, which she licked with her tongue.

Bill was in heaven; he had his eyes closed and his head thrown back. He was finally experiencing a mind-shattering blowjob from Amber after watching her pleasure Jack so many times the same way. When his mind calmed down a bit, Bill opened his eyes and was shocked.

He was so caught up in his own pleasure, he didn't realize he was holding Amber's head down. His cock was buried to the hilt in Amber's mouth. He immediately let Amber's head go and checked if she was OK.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to get so rough," Bill said apologetically.

"Don't be honey. Jack treats me rough all the time, and honestly, I am beginning to love it," Amber said with a naughty smile as she wiped the cum and drool off her lips.

"God, you're so bad," Bill groaned. His cock twitched, and another spurt of cum shot out hearing Amber's naughty words. Bill felt the aftershocks running through his body.

Amber just giggled seeing his reaction. She looked at Bill, who was panting and still summing down from his orgasm, but his cock was still hard. "So, I assume you liked the video," Amber asked with a coy smile.

"I loved the blowjob," Bill smiled and answered through ragged breaths.

The video continued playing in the background, but Bill's attention was on his wife in front of him. Bill didn't care about the video anymore but wanted to assure Amber that he had fun watching it. "I did enjoy the video too," he said and loved when Amber's face lit up with a smile.

"Good, because this is all that I wanted for you, wanted for us. I just wanted to give you this surprise for our anniversary. That's it, nothing more. I swear, I didn't mean to hurt you," Amber said, looking into Bill's eyes.

Bill knew Amber was being sincere and honest. "I know, I understand now," Bill said.

"I love you," Amber said.

"I love you too," Bill said, leaning in for a kiss.

Amber hesitated, knowing she could taste Bill's cum, but Bill pulled her in closer and passionately kissed her. The kiss turned heated as their hands explored each other's bodies.

Bill was the first to pull back. He knew Amber must be really pent-up and on the edge. He had watched her touch herself but knew she had not cum yet. He stood up, removing his shorts fully and pulling Amber to her feet. Bill lifted Amber in one swift moment, which caused Amber to gasp in surprise. He carried her to their bedroom.

Amber's moans coming from the screen continued to echo through the empty room.

—-

Jack thought that this was it. His chance with Amber was over. It was one thing for Bill to find out about the videos from Amber and another for him to walk in on his wife in the middle of a threesome. Despite how calm Bill seemed, Jack knew he must have been furious. He was expecting a loud screaming match between Bill and Amber that the whole neighbourhood could hear. But surprisingly, all was quiet in his neighbour's house.

For some reason, Jack felt guilty. Had he just broken Bill and Amber's marriage? Had he just ruined the most amazing thing that had happened to him? Was that the last time he got to be with Amber and he didn't even get to finish?

Jack knew it was because of Bill's fantasy that he was able to be with someone like Amber. Jack also knew Amber was playing it up for her husband; despite what she said, in the heat of the moment when they roleplayed or when he gave Amber mind-shattering orgasms. Amber would never leave Bill for someone like him. He realised at the end of the day, however intense their sexual rendezvous was, Amber had never spent a single night at Jack's place. She always went back to her husband at the end of the day and spent the night in his arms.

Jack didn't actually have any power over Amber; if Bill asked his wife to end all this with Jack as it was getting out of hand and ruining their marriage, Amber would willingly accept without a second thought. Sure, she might miss his cock or the way Jack fucked her, but Amber would realize it was not worth losing a relationship they had built for years.

Jack thought about what could be the worst possible scenario to come out of last night. Bill could accuse Amber of being a cheating slut. They might end up getting a divorce. It could be a messy one. They would probably end up selling the house and move out of the neighbourhood. If Amber was single, would she be tempted to be with Jack? He doubted that. She would probably blame him for ruining her perfect marriage and wouldn't want to see him ever again. That wouldn't workout well for Jack. He actually had the perfect situation going on. A beautiful, hot married woman who craved his cock and a willing husband who enjoyed watching his wife be with someone like him. Bill and Amber were a rare gem. Jack had fucked married women before, but it came with a lot of drama. Their husbands or boyfriends discovering the affair. He had to listen to all the emotional crap about how their husbands didn't love them anymore or lost interest in them and for Jack all he wanted to do after a good fuck, was roll over and sleep. Jack even had to once jump out of a window when one of the husbands returned early from a business trip. Jack was not built for that kind of shit anymore.

"Fuck," Jack said in frustration. He was beginning to realise how much he would lose if Bill and Amber's relationship ended. You really do realise the value of something only when you lose it, Jack thought to himself. In a strange way, Jack actually wanted Bill and Amber to make up again.

The next day, Jack was enjoying his coffee and was surprised to receive a text from Bill.

Bill: Meet me at Larry's at 4pm today.

Jack was surprised and wondered why Bill wanted to meet him. If Jack was honest, he had been a little nervous waiting for Bill to turn up at his doorstep and punch him in the face. Jack was relieved that Bill wanted to meet at a public place. Bill was a decent guy, so if he wanted to meet in a bar, Jack knew he wasn't going to cause a scene or wasn't going to kick his ass.

When Jack thought about what Bill could possibly want to talk to him about, he could come up with only one thing. Bill was going to put an end to everything and tell Jack to leave Amber and him alone. They wanted to end this chapter and move on with their lives. It kind of did make Jack sad that all this amazing sex was going to come to a sudden halt, but he had to accept that nothing good lasts forever.

Jack replied to Bill's text that he will be there. Jack knew the bar; it was a few blocks from their neighbourhood. He had been to the bar a couple of times and knew it wouldn't be so crowded. Jack had spent several evenings at the bar watching the game.

Jack decided he was not going to apologise to Bill for what he did. He did nothing wrong. It was Amber and her slutty friend who had come up with the idea for the anniversary present. He was just a pawn in his wife's plan. If anything, Jack was the victim too for being used to fulfil Bill's fantasy. Jack rolled his eyes, knowing how stupid it sounded when he called himself the victim, when in reality every time he was having the time of his life, fucking Bill's wife and slowly corrupting her.

But Jack was annoyed at Amber for not having the balls to face him and end this herself after everything they had done. She was being a coward and sending her husband to do it. Jack also knew if Amber did turn up at his doorstep to end this, he would probably convince her into a one last fuck.

—.

That evening, Jack walked into the bar wearing his signature white shirt and black shorts.

He saw Bill sitting at a corner table with a beer in front of him. Jack walked up to the table and slipped into the seat across from Bill.

Bill just looked at Jack and nodded. Jack was surprised that he didn't seem angry or furious but was rather calm and somewhat nervous.

There was an awkward silence between them, which was broken by the waitress: "Can I get something for your friend here?"

"I'll have another beer," Bill said.

"Same here," Jack said.

While they waited for their beers in awkward silence again. A notification from Bill's phone drew both their attention. The table was rather small, and Bill had been on his phone while he waited for Jack, so he had left his phone lying, facing up in the middle.

Jack didn't bother that it was Bill's phone or care of privacy; he just stared at the phone screen. The sender's name on the message notification caught his attention.

DAVID WORK: Hi Boss, Thanks for approving my holiday. I hope to see you and your sexy ass wife for dinner soon. I can't wait to feel her sexy lips wrapped around my cock :)

"Fucking prick," Bill muttered under his breath as he turned off the screen.

Jack recognized that name, David, and by the cocky message, he knew it must be the same guy from Bill's work. And what the fuck did he mean by 'see you for dinner'? Did Bill invite that asshole again to his home for dinner? But what puzzled Jack was why Bill was not furious reading that message. That could mean just one thing. Was the stupid punk blackmailing Bill? Jack had to know. "Is that the same David from your work? And why is that little shit sending you a message like that? Is he fucking blackmailing you, Bill?

"That's none of your business, Jack," Bill said in an annoyed voice.

Before Jack could respond, the waitress interrupted them with their drinks.

Jack let it go. He already had his share of problems with Bill and Amber. They both went back to an awkward silence, and it was killing Jack. He didn't know what was running in Bill's mind, but he didn't have all day. "Look, Bill, I know you're a decent guy, but this was all your wife's idea. So I don't want to get mixed up in any drama between the two of you."

Bill didn't respond and looked at his beer nervously.

Jack was getting more and more anxious, and the whole situation was starting to piss him off. Just when he was about to tell Bill to fuck off for having a slut wife. That's when he felt it.

At first, he didn't know what was happening. He just felt a loud ringing in his ear, and everything went blank. He blinked his eyes and looked down to see blood pouring from his nose. His head felt light, and everything seemed to move in slow motion. That's when the pain hit him.

"Fuck," Jack groaned as he held his nose. Someone was holding the back of his head and pushed him onto the table. His head banged the table, and he slipped from his seat. He landed on the floor holding his nose.

Through the pain and the ringing in his head, Jack didn't understand what was going on at first. He looked up and blinked several times to see Bill. He tried getting away from him but realised Bill was actually holding another man. It took him a moment for Jack to recognise the guy. He was one of the husbands of a woman he fucked a while ago.

"You fucking asshole," the man screamed at him. The guy was actually well built and muscular, and Bill was holding the guy, trying to calm him down.

"You bastard, you fucking ruined my marriage." The man screamed at Jack, who was still on the floor, holding his nose.

"Hey man, cool it," Bill said, with his arms holding the backing.

"Let me go. Let me fucking go. I'm going to fucking break every one of your bones, mother fucker," The guy screamed furiously.

"All right, all right. Calm down, man," Bill said, holding the guy back.

Jack was surprised by Bill's strength. The guy was quite muscular, and Bill seemed to easily be able to tackle him.

"Are you his friend? Don't trust his asshole. He will end up fucking your wife and turning her into a slut," the man said with venom in his tone.

Bill had enough of this guy. He held his arm behind his back and quickly had him pinned against the table. Even the other patrons were alarmed and were rushing out. The owner of the establishment was on the phone, probably calling the cops.

"Fuck, let me go, man. You don't know this guy. He has probably fucked your wife or girlfriend already." The guy pleaded with Bill, realising he was no match for Bill's strength.

"Fucking calm down and get the hell out of here," Bill said, irritated and growing annoyed by the way he was talking about Amber albeit he was telling the truth.

The guy calmed down and left the bar shouting, "I'm going to beat your ass for what you did with my wife."

It was pretty clear to everyone in the bar why the guy was mad at Jack.

Bill then turned to Jack, who was on the ground, holding his bleeding nose.

Jack tried getting up holding the table; Bill helped him up. When Jack realized Bill was holding him upright. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Get your hands off me; I'm fine," although Jack was anything but. Jack's nose was bleeding, and he had a cut on his forehead. His ego was bruised. 'What must Bill think of me?' Jack thought to himself. He must think I am pathetic and weak and couldn't even defend myself. "I don't need any help." Jack said moving away.

When Bill let go, Jack suddenly felt very wobbly on his legs. Bill held him again and helped him sit down. He asked the waitress for some ice.

"Hey, I'm just trying to help," Bill said, looking at Jack's nose. "I think we need to get you to a hospital. I can drive you, Jack," Bill said, trying to calm Jack down.

"I'm fine. I just need to get back home and lay down for a bit," Jack said, wanting to escape from this embarrassing scene at the earliest.

"Look, I get it. You are feeling vulnerable, but this is no time to play hero, Jack. You might have a concussion or something," Bill said.

Jack had enough of this. He could get himself home. He didn't need anyone's help. Jack tried getting up and felt his head spin, and he sat back down on the chair.

"How about this? Amber is home. Let me just take you to our place, and she can have a look at your nose. You know she can help you with the bleeding. And if she says you don't need the hospital, you can just walk back to your house and sleep it off," Bill said.

The thought of seeing Amber again did sound appealing to Jack. He would at least get to say one final goodbye to the beautiful sex goddess who rocked his world these past couple of months. So, Jack gave in and just nodded in agreement.

Five minutes later, Jack was sitting in the passenger seat with an ice pack over his nose as Bill drove them home.

"So was it worth it?" Bill asked.

"What?"Jack asked without turning to look at him.

"Fucking that guy's wife," Bill said.

"Honestly, she was slut. She would have cheated on him either way, with or without me. I was probably not the only guy she was sleeping with. But hey, you need someone to blame,"Jack said.

"But you must admit. It was kind of funny though," Bill said.

"What was?" Jack asked.

"The guy literally stole my line,' Bill said with a smile, looking at Jack. Bill didn't notice the pothole and ran over it.

The jerk of the car caused Jack to hit his own nose with the ice pack. "Fuck, Watch the road, asshole," Jack groaned in pain.

"Sorry, my bad,' Bill said, as he drove them home.

Jack admired Bill for what he did back there at the bar. Ideally, he should have been the one to punch him in the face for fucking his wife. Bill was strong and quick and could easily beat Jack's ass any time he had talked shit to him when he was with Amber. But Jack understood when it came to the fantasy; Bill too was roleplaying as the sub husband, like the slut wife Amber played as part of his fantasy. Jack knew he had to thank Bill someday for this, but today he just decided to lean his head back and held onto the ice pack.

—-

Fifteen minutes later, Jack was sitting in Bill and Amber's dining room with Amber, fixing up his nose and forehead. Luckily, Jack had escaped with just superficial injuries. He had not broken his nose or had a concussion. He just needed some mild painkillers and an aspirin for the headache.

Amber was cleaning and dressing the cut on Jack's forehead. Amber was in her professional mode as she stood close to Jack. She didn't notice her breasts were almost right in Jack's face.

Jack was mesmerised by Amber's tits as they jiggled and swayed, right before his eyes. He just wanted to grab hold of Amber's waist and pull her down against his body. Just the mere presence of Amber so close to him made Jack feel better. His body was still so sexually wound up since the night of the threesome. The way it had abruptly ended with Bill walking in on them. Jack was still pissed off at Bill about that night for making him leave with blue balls. He thought at least Stacey would finish him off, but even she wasn't in the mood after everything that had happened and had left for her apartment.

Bill was behind their counter, fixing himself some coffee.

Amber had just gotten back from her run when Bill and Jack arrived. She was dressed in a pink sports bra and black running shorts that hugged her bubble butt like a second skin. She was still wearing her running socks. Her skin was still glistening with sweat from her run. Normally, Amber would head straight for the shower when she got home. She felt so dirty and icky from all the sweating, but today, since it was an emergency, Amber made an exception and attended to Jack.

Jack couldn't help but take in the ripe scent of Amber's body. Fuck, he thought to himself; just the scent of her sweaty body was giving him a hard on. He couldn't believe his time with this sexual goddess was over. But Jack wanted to hear it from Amber herself to truly believe it.

"So, this is it, huh?" Jack asked as he looked up at Amber.

"What?" Amber asked.

"The end of our little arrangement. No more videos for your anniversary present?" Jack said.

Amber looked at Jack confused and then at Bill.

"You didn't tell him?" Amber asked.

"Tell me what?" Jack asked in confusion, looking from Amber to Bill.

Amber looked at Bill questioningly with raised eyebrows.

Bill took another sip of his coffee nervously as two sets of eyes stared at him expectantly.

Jack saw the tense look on Bill's face. "What's going on?" Jack asked again, looking from Bill to Amber.

"Well, you know… Before I could say anything, all that happened," Bill said, pointing at Jack's face.

"Well, now is as good a time as any," Amber said, with a naughty smile.

Bill shifted from feet to feet and cleared his throat.

Jack was growing impatient. "Tell me what?" He asked loudly.

—

{[italic]}The Previous Night{[/italic]}

Bill was rock hard even after the cumming from the blowjob. The video of Jack and Amber fucking at the waterfall was so hot, his cock was still throbbing. He was so horny and wanted to fuck his wife. Bill immediately dragged Amber to their bedroom.

An hour later, Bill and Amber lay in their bed, both of them completely exhausted and satiated from their sex marathon.

Amber's head was on Bill's shoulder, her hands on his chest. She loved how much Bill had enjoyed the video and how turned on he had been afterwards. Despite cumming from her blowjob, Bill remained hard and had dragged her to bed. The sex had been amazing; she couldn't believe that just last night, she cried herself to sleep on this same bed, thinking her marriage was over. Bill had not said he had forgiven her sleeping with Jack, but the way he had passionately made love to her reassured Amber that they still had a chance. Amber looked at Bill, who had a smile on his face, and said, "This is all I wanted for us, Bill. For you to enjoy the videos that I made with Jack. I didn't mean to hurt you or cause you pain in any way. If this fantasy is going to affect our relationship even a little, I don't want it. I don't care about anything or anyone, not Jack, not Stacey, or anyone else. All I want is you, Bill," Amber said, as she kissed him softly.

"I love you," Bill said.

"I love you too, Bill," Amber said.

Amber laid her head on Bill's chest and felt him wrap his arms around her. She smiled and felt so safe in Bill's arms.

"So what do you want to do for our anniversary?" Bill asked tentatively.

"Honestly, after everything we've been through, I just want to spend the day with you. Let's just stay in and cuddle up. Watch some old movies. Take a dip in the pool. Go out for some quiet dinner and make love all night," Amber said with a smile.

Bill knew what Amber described would be the perfect way to celebrate their anniversary but the one thing that bothered him was that this was the exact same way that they spent their last anniversary. Bill could sense what was happening. Amber was trying to go back to their old selves, the normal lives they had before all this started. She didn't want to play these risky games anymore that might cost them their relationship. But Bill knew deep down that was not what Amber wanted. Bill also felt that this was an important moment in their relationship. If Bill agreed with Amber and let things go back to the way they were before his birthday. It would mean he too did not want to continue with this exciting sexual journey they were exploring.

And in the future, Amber would hesitate to openly communicate about anything new or exciting if she felt it had the slightest chance to jeopardize their relationship.

Bill wanted Amber to feel free in expressing her kinks or fantasies. Bill also knew that after what had happened, if they wanted to try anything new, he would have to be the one to take the first step and assure Amber that it was okay, and he would not be mad at her. So Bill made up his mind. He knew the risk of what he was about to ask Amber. In a soft voice, Bill asked, "May I ask what you had originally planned for our anniversary?"

Amber looked up at Bill and tried to read his face. "Was Bill just teasing her, or was he serious about what he was asking? "Are you sure you want to know?" Amber asked.

"Yes. I want to know what naughty plans my beautiful wife had planned for our anniversary," Bill said, giving Amber a reassuring smile.

Amber reminded herself that being honest with each other was the only way they could move forward. She gave a sigh and said, "Okay. I hadn't fully planned all the details yet, but mostly it involved teasing you with all the videos that I had taken with Jack, giving you an amazing blowjob." Amber leaned in and said in a sultry voice, "Taunt you with all the dirty details of how bad I was for Jack."

Bill let out a low groan as his cock twitched.

Amber saw Bill's reaction and smiled to herself. This gave her more confidence.

Amber remembered her agreement with Jack that he could be there when Amber showed Bill the videos. Amber wanted to test the waters on the idea and see if Bill would be open to it. "What if Jack was right there, with us, when I showed you the videos?" Amber said. "Imagine Jack just sitting there, watching us with his arrogant grin, knowing how much the idea of him fucking your wife turns you on. I wonder what he would do… or should I say, what would you do?" Amber asked.

Bill just shuddered just from picturing the scene Amber was painting in his mind. His cock, fully erect as Amber, stroked it agonisingly slowly, tormenting him.

"What would you do, honey?" I know your cock would be so hard," Amber said as she squeezed Bill's cock hard, making him whimper. "But you know Jack's cock would be even harder, thicker, and bigger."

"Fuck," Bill groaned.

"Whose cock should I suck, Baby? Do you want me to give you a blowjob and make Jack watch, or… do you want to watch as I suck on Jack's big, fat, cock?" Amber said, punctuating the last three words.

"Oh shit," Bill squirmed, not answering Amber's question, but deep down he knew.

Amber smiled internally, watching Bill squirm, but his silence told her what she wanted. "What would you want me to do, baby?" Whose cock do you want me to fuck, Bill? Would you want to watch Jack fuck me right in front of you? Do you want our despicable neighbor to fuck your wife on our anniversary?" Amber teased.

"Oh my fucking god," Bill's body shuddered in pleasure, imaging the taboo scene. His cock erupted again, spraying cum all over himself.

Amber stroked him to completion, draining his balls as Bill held on to her.

Ten minutes later, Bill and Amber had cleaned up and were lying in bed.

"That was hot," Bill said.

"Oh, and my plans did involve you taking me to that new restaurant on Main Street, some jewelry, and the both of us making love all night long," Amber said.

Bill was silent for a moment and asked, "That does sound like a perfect plan to me. Are you sure you still don't want to do that?"

Amber turned to look at Bill. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I know how I reacted. But now that I know what's going on and why you were doing it, I will be mentally prepared and ready. So what if we just did what you had originally planned for our anniversary?" Bill asked.

"So you still want me to tease you with the videos I have taken with Jack?" Amber asked tentatively.

"Well, sort of," Bill said nervously.

"What are you saying, Bill?" Amber asked.

"I would love to watch those videos you took with Jack, but technically the present is incomplete." Bill said.

"Incomplete? What are you saying?" Amber asked.

"Well, I assume you had planned the threesome to be a part of the anniversary present, and I kind of ruined it that night," Bill said.

Amber's heart was beginning to beat faster. It was as if she knew what was coming, but she wanted Bill to say it. She didn't want to assume anything or take a chance this time.

"I want you to have another threesome with Jack and Stacey," Bill said quietly, staring into Amber's eyes. "And this time I want to be there," Bill finished.

Amber let out the breath she was holding, "Fuck Bill. Are you serious?" Amber asked.

"Look, I know what happened last time. I was caught off guard. But now I know, I'm better prepared for it," Bill said.

Amber just wanted to shut the idea down, but she took a deep breath and asked, "But why?"

"Well, because the fantasy isn't over yet for both you and me. You know that. We both still crave it. We can't leave it hanging the way we did. It can't end like this. It's always going to haunt us," Bill said.

"Bill, we don't have to do this," Amber said.

"I know, but think about it. Imagine growing old when we are both in our 80's and thinking back to this time. 'Do you remember that crazy fantasy when we were having so much fun and how I just walked in and put an end to it? Your unfinished present must be lying somewhere in the loft," Bill said.

Amber just looked at Bill lovingly. Her heart warmed at the thought that he had imagined them together when they were in their 80's. Amber thought she at least owed it to Bill to let him finish and hear him out.

"Look, all I'm saying is if we are going to end this chapter in our lives and move on. This crazy journey with that asshole neighbor of ours, let's just do it the right way. Let's go out with a bang. Besides, I feel bad that I ruined the surprise and also your first threesome," Bill said.

For some strange reason, Bill's idea, although crazy, did make sense to Amber. So what do you propose?" Amber asked with a smile.

"You could call Jack and Stacey, let them know of our plans, and arrange for another threesome maybe this weekend. This time, I will be there, watching and recording the video to add to the anniversary present. We still have a week before our anniversary, and you will still have time to edit the video. You get to complete your anniversary present, and I get this perverted fantasy out of my system. We have an amazing anniversary together by ourselves and move on with our lives," Bill said.

Amber thought about this crazy idea for a minute. She could see the excitement in Bill's face, but something was still holding her back. "But Why?" Amber asked, looking into Bill's eyes.

Something about the way Amber was looking at Bill broke him. It was as if Amber was looking into his soul. Bill knew he had to come clean, lay all the cards out in the open, and be honest with Amber if this needed to work.

"Well, I have a confession to make," Bill said slowly.

"What is it?" Amber asked.

"The other day, when I saw you with Jack and Stacey… " Bill said quietly.

Amber just looked at Bill, trying to read his expression, and urged him to continue.

"I was standing there, shocked, and… it was so hot… I was so turned on… you were so," Bill said, trying to find the right words.

"Wait. What? You were turned on?" Amber asked.

"Yes, more than you can imagine. It was just so hot. I was surprised all three of you didn't notice my hard-on, or maybe it was because I was hiding it with my office bag. After you left the room, I was about to go to the kitchen when something shiny lying near my leg caught my eye. It was a butt-plug. I couldn't believe it. For some reason, I knew it was yours; I knew it was you who had been wearing it. My cock was about to burst thinking of what it meant. You, preparing your ass. I actually rushed to the bathroom downstairs to jerk off just to calm my hard cock down while you were taking a shower upstairs. I'm sorry," Bill said.

"You were jerking off in the downstairs bathroom when I was in the shower," Amber repeated. She was still processing what Bill was saying and what it all meant.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel guilty and just jerk off imagining you with Jack. It's just that I was confused about why I was so turned on. I didn't understand it myself and was trying to figure things out. I was supposed to be angry and feel betrayed. I couldn't even look you in the eye. If I had looked up, I knew you would have seen the lust in my eyes, known how turned on I was, which is so messed up because I was supposed to be mad at you, but watching you… it was just so mesmerizing. I was just so turned on and couldn't think straight," Bill said.

For a moment, Amber felt she should be angry at Bill for making her feel guilty all this time, but then she thought about what he said. Amber knew this must be hard for Bill to confess. He could have just kept this a secret and made Amber feel guilty, asked for sexual favors, or held it against her for however long he wanted, but Bill was not doing that. Instead, he was confessing how he truly felt. He was being truthful.

"I even had a hard-on under the table while you were confessing about the anniversary present. Honestly, even though I slept in the guest bedroom that night, I had to jerk off twice before I could fall asleep. Trust me, honey, when I say I could not bear to see you in tears that night. I was just trying to understand what I was going through. I knew I enjoyed the fantasy, but why did it turn me on watching you with Jack, assuming you were cheating on me? Why did it turn me on so much hearing you say all those dirty things or belittle me? Why was I not furious or mad at you? Why was I so turned on?" Bill said.

Amber looked at Bill, knowing he was telling the truth. It must have been hard on him to have to go through all this alone without being able to talk to her. "So, why were you turned on? What did you like about what you saw?" Amber asked tentatively.

"I don't know. Everything about it, if I'm being honest. The way you acted so sexy and slutty. The way you said those mean things. The way you acted like you were a cheating hotwife. The way Jack was treating you like his personal slut and the way you rimmed Stacey's ass driving her wild. I loved it all," Bill said, with a smile.

"You caught that last part, huh? I may have picked up a few tricks along the way," Amber said, with a naughty smile.

"Oh, I can't wait to hear about it," Bill said as he kissed Amber passionately. At one point Bill was sucking on Amber's tongue as if trying to taste Stacy's ass.

"So Jack and Stacey, how did that happen?" Bill asked.

"Yeah, I may have tempted Stacey too much by telling her in graphic detail about Jack's huge cock and maybe even showed her a few videos we took," Amber said coyly.

"That explains it," Bill said.

Bill was suddenly silent for a minute, thinking of something, and he said, "I'm sorry, I just have to ask. Were you really planning on letting Jack fuck fuck your ass that night?" Bill was unsure if he wanted to know the answer.

"No, no. I was just curious and beginning to explore the idea of anal play. I know you have been asking me about it these past couple of years. I was just afraid it would feel weird, dirty, or painful, but after letting Jack rim and finger my ass, I began to enjoy it. But it was with Stacey that I was exploring all the stretching and butts plugs. I just wanted to tease Jack with it; trust me, I am no way close to letting Jack fuck me in my ass. But I wanted to explore the possibility that maybe someday you and I could try it," Amber said.

"God, I would love that," Bill said enthusiastically.

"Easy tiger, I did say someday," Amber said to Bill with a smile. She also noted how excited Bill got at the mention of anal sex. She filed that information for a later day.

"Just to be clear. So you don't want to have anal sex with Jack," Bill asked with an innocent smile.

Amber could see the excitement in Bill's face. "I didn't say that. I just said I didn't want to ask Jack for help about stretching or using butt plugs. You know how much of a cocky asshole he would be about it," Amber said. She also noted Bill's cock twitch when she said she was totally not against Jack fucking her ass.

"So you like the idea of Jack fucking my ass?" Amber asked as she slowly stroked Bill's cock, softly biting at his ears. "You know, I'm always up for a challenge," Amber said in a sultry voice.

"No," Bill said, his heart beating faster as the taboo idea.

"So no, you don't want Jack to fuck my ass," Amber said in a teasing tone.

"I mean, yes. The idea sure is hot, and it does turn me on, but like you said, we can maybe explore it someday when you are ready and comfortable," Bill said, honestly. He knew he was thinking with his cock at the moment, but he also wanted to be completely honest with Amber.

Amber thought about what Bill just said. "If all this turns you on so much, why didn't you say something? Why did you sleep in the guest room?" Amber asked. She was trying to understand why Bill withdrew from her that night.

Bill knew Amber was not accusing him of making her feel guilty but only trying to understand how he felt that night. "Trust me, if I had been in the same room as you or if we had slept on our bed that night, I would have jumped your bones. I was just so turned on by what had happened. But I was also afraid and ashamed of what you might think of me," Bill answered honestly.

When Amber just looked at him with a questioning expression, Bill continued.

"You know me walking in on you, Jack and Stacy. Assuming you were cheating on me, and then just being okay with it and having sex with you. I thought you would think I am some kind of wimp or loser who is okay with his wife having sex behind his back," Bill said.

Amber immediately reassured Bill, seeing the look on his face. "Oh, honey, trust me, I would never think you are a wimp. You will always be my knight in shining armour, my hero," Amber said as she kissed softly.

The nervous look on Bill's face said he was not convinced otherwise or if Amber was just saying it to make him feel better.

"Trust me, honey, I would never think of you as a wimp or loser. In fact, this fantasy has shown me the opposite: how strong you are physically and mentally. You have a great career; you lead a great team; all your co-workers like you and look up to you. We have a great set of friends and family who support us. We are financially secure and have a beautiful home. We have a perfect marriage; you have an amazing wife who loves you and would do anything for you. We are both physically at our prime and have an amazing sex life. You are an amazing husband with just a naughty kink, which your loving wife enjoys too. That's it. Nothing about you says you are a wimp. You don't need to feel insecure or think less of yourself," Amber said, looking deeply into Bill's eyes and kissing him.

At that moment, Bill loved Amber for everything she was. He felt so lucky to be with someone who understood him more than he knew himself.

"I think it takes a really secure man to accept his kinks, be so vulnerable, and share them with someone they trust. You can stop all this anytime you want; all you have to do is just say the word, and I would completely drop everything. No one, not Jack or Stacey or anyone else, can say anything to convince me otherwise. You don't need to take all this shit from Jack or anyone. To put yourself through all this, all the teasing, all the humiliation, or watch someone you love act so naughty and be with someone like Jack, I think you are mentally stronger than anyone I know," Amber said, and she really meant it.

"I know I say things in the heat of the moment, but you know it's all part of the roleplay," Amber said. "Even at the moment when I say all those mean or belittling things, I know it's not true. It mostly is just to boost Jack's ego, and I know it's part of your fantasy. It turns you on to see me act so bad, right?" Amber asked, needing to confirm Bill was okay with it.

"Yes, of course. I know it's weird, but for some reason when you say all those cruel and mean things. It's like these sharp stings from a whip, which make you scream in pain but also send jolts of pleasure through your body. It just hurts so good, you know. The more wicked the words, the more they drive me wild. When you act up the cheating wife or belittle me about my size or not being able to satisfy you, it's so wicked. I mean, I know it's just role-play, but watching you act so bad is so fucking hot," Bill said.

"Well, I will keep that in mind for next time. I have to admit, it's fun to act so bad and wicked," Amber said with a naughty smile.

"Trust me, I see you every day being this sweet and loving person and suddenly watching you act so bad that night and out of character, even on the video. Fuck, it is so hot. Watching this alter ego of yours, this dark and wicked side of you, so confident and sexual, it's like you're a sexy Batman," Bill said.

Amber laughed at Bill's analogy. She loved how he was into superheroes and was so enthusiastic about them like a kid. "I don't know about a sexy Batman, but I could be a sexy cat woman," Amber said.

"Hmm, a sexy catwoman. I think I would be very much into that," Bill said.

"Hmm, dark personality, black latex, and whips. I think we might be onto something here. It sounds like we stumbled onto another naughty kink of yours we need to explore," Amber said with a naughty smile and gave Bill's ass a soft spank. She loved these kinds of banter they always had.

Bill took a huge gulp hearing Amber's suggestion. "I don't know about that, but I do know exactly what we are dressing up for Halloween this year," Bill said, with a laugh.

"Oh really. You want me to dress up as a slutty catwoman. A tight latex suit showing off all my curves, my sharp kitty claws, and carrying a whip," Amber said as she gave Bill's ass a sharp spank this time. "You want me to come like that to Steve's Halloween party."

"Fuck," Bill groaned. He couldn't believe how quickly Amber changed the mood with just a few sultry words. Every year, one of Bill's friends, Steve, hosted the Halloween party at his house. He would go all out with the decoration and costumes. Bill and Amber always attended them every year. The thought of Amber wearing something so sexy and skimpy in front of all his friends and co-workers caused Bill's cock to stiffen again. Suddenly an image of Amber in a slutty black latex suit being groped by several hands flashed through his mind. "Fuck,"Bill thought to himself.

Amber noticed Bill's reaction and smiled. She quickly took Bill's cock in her hand and stroked it slowly. "So you want me to have another threesome again with Stacey and Jack?" Amber said in a sultry voice, giving Bill's cock a firm squeeze.

"Yes," Bill said, suddenly feeling his throat go dry.

"And you won't be mad about it this time?" Amber asked, with a coy smile. She was stroking Bill's cock agonizingly slowly.

"No," Bill said, nervously.

"What would you be doing while Jack fucks Stacey and me?" Amber whispered, leaning into Bill's ears.

"I… I want to watch," Bill groaned, feeling Amber's hot breath as she softly bit his earlobe.

"You want to watch Jack fuck your wife again? You want to watch our ugly neighbor stuff his fat cock in your wife's pussy? You want to watch me eat my best friend's pussy?" Amber said with a wicked smile as she began stroking Bill's cock faster. "All the while, you're just going to sit there like a good boy and jerk your little cock off?"

"Fuck, yes," Bill said in a low voice, almost like a whimper.

"Well, then it's only fair that you ask Jack to fuck your wife like a good little hubby," Amber said.

Bill saw the wicked smile on Amber's face and knew what she was asking him to do.

"Oh, my fucking God," was all Bill was able to manage as his cock spurted ropes of cum onto his chest and Amber's hands. Bill's hips rose off the mattress as he pumped ropes of cum into the air. Bill himself couldn't believe how many times he had cum that night. His whole body shuddered as the orgasm washed through him.

"Are you sure about this? I mean, really sure about what you're asking for," Amber asked again. She wanted to confirm that Bill just didn't say those things in lust and felt differently post orgasm.

"Fuck yes, I am sure," Bill said, catching his breath as he came down from his orgasm.

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{[italic]}The Present{[/italic]}

"Tell me what?" Jack asked impatiently again.

"Go on, Bill. Tell him," Amber said with a naughty smile.

Bill was standing behind the counter and looked nervously at Jack. "I want you to do it again." Bill said in a barely audible voice.

Jack stared at Bill in confusion. "Do what again?"

"Come on, Bill. You can do better than that," Amber said in a teasing tone. Amber knew this was hard for Bill, but she also knew this was part of his fantasy. This was part of their game. To be put in this uncomfortable situation in front of a man so beneath them, like Jack. Amber smiled as she saw the bulge forming in Bill's pants.

Bill gulped, staring at his wife and knowing what she was asking of him. Fuck this woman was driving her crazy. He thought as he held onto the counter firmly with both hands. Bill knew he had to bite the bullet and say it. He couldn't back out now after everything Amber and he had discussed. Deep down, he knew he wanted this to happen as well.

"I want you to have sex with Amber again. I want you to make another video with Amber for the anniversary present," Bill said.

Jack just stared at Amber and Bill, confused, and didn't understand what was going on.

"Keep going," Amber said, with a naughty smile.

Bill's face was flushed in embarrassment as he continued. "I want you to have the threesome again, with Amber and Stacey."

Jack's eyes widened on hearing this. He felt like he was being pranked by Amber and Bill.

"And?," Amber said as she watched Bill squirm. She was biting her cheek, trying not to laugh and embarrass her husband even more.

"And this time, I want to be there to watch," Bill finished with a sigh. He was glad he was behind the counter to hide his cock straining in his pants.

Jack looked between Amber and Bill dumbfounded, still not believing what Bill just said.

Amber could see Bill turning red and stepped in to rescue him. She explained to Jack about the conversation they had last night, mentioning only the things Jack needed to know. As she kept explaining the deal to Jack's face, it began to light up.

Jack turned to Bill with an ugly smile and said, "Just so that I got it right. You want me to have a threesome again to complete your anniversary present. You want me to fuck your wife and her big tittied friend while you watch." His arrogance and confidence were back.

"Yes," Bill said, his face turning a deeper shade of red.

Jack laughed, adding to Bill's embarrassment. Even Amber snickered watching Bill squirm.

Amber decided to tease Bill even more. "Maybe I need to seal the deal with a kiss. What do you think, honey?" Amber said as she moved towards Jack. She sat on his lap sideways and wrapped her arms around Jack's neck, with a smouldering look, Amber asked, "Does Daddy want a kiss on his boo-boo to make his pain go away?"

Amber kissed him near his bruise and then she pressed her lips to Jack's, giving him a passionate kiss. The kiss was slow at first but then turned heated when Amber pushed her tongue in Jack's mouth. Their tongues and lips clashed as Jack pulled Amber closer by holding onto her hips.

Bill was frozen in place and couldn't move as he watched Amber make out with Jack. He had masturbated all these months watching the videos of Jack and Amber during the initial months, but watching them in person again just kissing, after all this time was driving him crazy.

Amber and Jack made out for a few more minutes, and finally Jack pulled back and softly said, "No."

Amber thought she had heard him wrong, and asked, "What?"

Even Bill was confused. Both Bill and Amber had never considered the possibility that Jack would turn down their offer. Only a madman would turn down the chance to be in a threesome with two gorgeous women like Amber and Stacey.

"No, I don't accept your deal," Jack said, with an ugly smile. Jack couldn't believe his luck. A few hours ago, he thought his luck had run out and he would never get another chance to hook up with Amber, and now Bill himself was offering his wife on a platter. But just like any other deal, Jack didn't want to take what was offered; he always wanted more. Push a little further and get the most out of the deal. So, he quickly came up with an evil plan.

"What do you mean, you don't accept?" Amber asked.

Bill was annoyed, sensing Jack was up to something.

Jack looked at Amber who was still seated on his lap and said, "Well, if I agree to this deal, you get your anniversary present, and Bill gets his fantasy fulfilled. But what do I get? What's in it for me?" Jack asked.

"Being with two beautiful women with whom you would never have a chance in your life isn't enough." Bill asked in an annoyed tone.

"Well, that may be true. But now that your slutty friend, Stacey, is hooked on my cock. I have seen some of her friends, and I'm sure there must be at least one of them craving a good dicking. With a little persuasion, I'm sure I can convince her into a threesome with one of her slut friends," Jack said with a wicked grin.

Amber knew Jack was right. Stacey was not in a committed relationship, and it would be unfair on Amber's part to ask her friend to turn down Jack knowing what he could deliver. Having watched Stacey and Jack together, Amber knew Jack was probably right that he could convince her best friend.

Bill knew Jack was just being an asshole. He knew, just like the first time they made a deal with him about the pool days and blowjobs, he just wanted to get more out of the deal. Bill just didn't understand what more Jack could possibly want than having a threesome with two sexual goddesses. He was not in the mood for Jack's mind games and got straight to the point.

"What do you want, Jack?" Bill asked.

Now we are talking, Jack thought to himself. He had an ugly smile on his face as he said, "Look, Bill, despite what you think of me, I'm a fair man. You already agreed to me fucking your wife and Stacey. You want another video to complete your sweet anniversary present, and you want to watch. I'm all for it. I will give you all that; I just have two little conditions," Jack said.

"Cut the bullshit, Jack. Get to the point," Amber said, curious what Jack had in mind.

"The first condition. Your anniversary is next Friday, just a week away. All I'm proposing is that we have the threesome on your anniversary," Jack said with a wicked grin.

"What? No way," Amber said.

"Fuck you, Jack. You can take the deal or walk out of here right this minute," Bill said, annoyed.

Jack knew his idea was hard to sell, but he just had to convince one of them and the other would fall in place. It would be even better if Amber was on his side; then convincing Bill would be a piece of cake. "Calm down, guys. What's the big deal? Look, Amber, even if we did have the threesome before, you are going to show it to Bill on your anniversary on a screen. The way I look at it, you could save some time and energy without having to edit the video," Jack said to Amber.

"And Bill, you already want to watch the threesome in person. You have seen the video we took by the waterfall, and Amber just told me you enjoyed it. So you know, it's going to be hot watching us together. Don't you think it would be even hotter to experience the threesome live than on some big screen?" Jack said to Bill.

Both Amber and Bill were silent for a minute, thinking about what Jack was proposing.

Amber thought it didn't matter when they had the threesome, but on the day of their anniversary, it did seem quite naughty and taboo. The thought of doing something so kinky on their special day made it even more exciting. Maybe she could put on a mind-blowing show for Bill, Amber thought to herself.

Bill knew Jack all too well. Yes, he was excited about watching Amber with Jack, but it wouldn't be like Amber giving him a present and putting on a show. He was sure Jack would be there with his shit-eating grin and crude remarks. Bill wasn't sure he wanted that on their special day.

"All right, how about this, Bill? I won't fuck Amber until your anniversary, meaning this will be the last video for your present," Jack said.

Amber just rolled her eyes at Jack's suggestion. After everything that had happened, she hadn't planned on making anymore videos with Jack. Amber had either way, planned the threesome video to the last.

The idea of Jack just leaving them in peace and letting things cool off until the anniversary, did appeal to Bill.

Jack knew if he played his cards right, he could manipulate the couple into a deal that would work best for him.

"So, what's the second condition?" Bill asked. He didn't want to commit to anything until he heard all of Jack's stupid conditions.

Jack's face lit up with an even uglier grin that the couple were contemplating his first condition.

"The second condition is, just like how I don't get to fuck Amber for this whole week until the anniversary, you can't fuck Amber either," Jack said.

Bill looked confused, trying to understand how that would benefit Jack.

"And if we do have sex, then what?" Amber asked.

"If Bill is so tempted by you and fucks you before your anniversary, well then he loses and I get to fuck your ass on your special day," Jack said, casually with an evil grin. He gave Amber's ass a hard slap to emphasize his point.

"What the fuck?" Amber said.

"Look, I saw the butt plug that day. I know you are curious about anal sex and want to try it. I'm just saying we can make your special day extra special," Jack said.

"Yeah, we are not falling for that crap," Bill said. "If Amber wants to have anal sex, it would be on her own accord and her own terms, with the person she wants to; not because I lost some stupid bet with someone like you," Bill said harshly.

Amber felt proud of Bill for defending her. She looked at Bill with adoration.

Bill's tone and 'someone like you' remark pissed Jack off. Now he wanted this more than ever. Jack just had to make Bill believe he had more to gain from this deal. He knew Bill and Amber were right there on the edge, and he just had to give them one final push. Jack knew he was so close to getting what he had dreamed all these months. He decided to risk it all to get what he wanted, Amber's ass.

"I'll even sweeten the deal for you guys. If you win. If you don't have sex with your wife this whole week until your anniversary, you can take my place in the threesome and take your wife's anal virginity. You can fuck Amber and Stacey. I will watch, and if you want, even shoot your stupid video," Jack said. "But if you lose, you have to sit in the corner and watch me fuck these two sluts until their brains melt and you get front row seats to watch me pop your wife's anal cherry."

"Go to hell, Jack," Bill said. He was tired of playing Jack's mind games.

"What the fuck, Bill. You should be thanking me right now," Jack said.

"Why the fuck would I do that?" Bill asked.

"Well, for one, I just created an opportunity for you to have your first threesome with Amber and her slutty friend and on top of that, you could even be fucking your wife's hot ass, on your anniversary. And your wife hasn't said no to both the ideas. This is the deal of your lifetime. Exactly how many more years do you think it would have taken you, before you could have convinced your wife into a threesome or anal sex?" Jack asked coyly.

Despite all the crap Jack was talking about, Bill knew Jack was right about one thing. He would have definitely taken years before having the courage to bring up the idea of a threesome with Amber.

Bill and Amber looked at each other, trying to read each other's minds.

The silence was broken when Jack gave a sharp slap on Amber's ass. The fact that the couple had not immediately turned down the idea itself was enough for Jack. He had planted his perverse idea in their minds.

"Give us a minute," Amber said, getting up from Jack's lap and walking towards Bill.

Amber dragged Bill to the living room. She didn't want Jack to watch or hear them.

Bill was still processing the idea of having a threesome with Amber and Stacey. Just the idea of it made his cock twitch and over that, taking Amber's anal virginity. Fuck, his mind was just short circuiting. It was like he just wanted to tell Jack, 'You had me at threesome with Amber and Stacey.' He felt ashamed; he couldn't control his urges. Just a minute ago, when Jack mentioned anal sex with Amber, Bill had stood up for her, but at the mention of a threesome, he was willing to risk it all. He really needed to stop thinking with his dick.

"Are we seriously considering this deal?" Bill asked.

"I don't know. I wanted to talk to you; understand what you think before completely dismissing it," Amber said.

Bill knew he couldn't rely on himself to make a rational decision, as it was his cock that was currently doing the thinking. So just like he did at work, Bill tried to assess the situation logically. "Ok, let's just think this through. What do you think about the first condition? Are you OK with having the threesome on our anniversary?"

"Honestly, Bill, I'm OK with it if you're OK with it. Like Jack said, it would save me some time editing the video, and like Jack said, I am either way, going to show you the video on our anniversary. So it's really up to you if you want to see the threesome on screen or live in person. I know it would be our anniversary, but if I am being honest, the thought of doing it on our special day while you're there watching does sound naughty and so taboo. Kinda gets me a little excited, but I would totally understand if you are not comfortable with it. So, it's really up to you, baby," Amber said.

Bill thought about this for a moment. He knew Jack was not going to make it easy on him, but he couldn't deny the perverse idea did excite him too.

"OK, what about the second condition?" Bill asked.

"Honestly, that depends on you again, Bill," Amber said, as she moved so close, their lips almost touching. "Can you resist me for a whole week, because my ass is literally on the line here?" Amber teased as she gripped Bill's cock over his pants. She could feel his cock semi-erect and slowly stroked it.

God, this woman is going to be the death of him, Bill thought to himself. Bill couldn't focus, but he didn't want Amber to pull away her hand from his cock either. "Are you sure about the anal sex part because you just said last night you were not ready yet?" Bill asked.

"I know what I said, but if I think too much about it, I will never be ready, and maybe I just need to let go and enjoy the ride," Amber said.

"I don't know. I am just afraid of risking it. What if I can't control my urges and lose the bet? What if you don't want to have anal sex with Jack but have to just because I lost a stupid bet with that asshole?" Bill said.

"Don't overthink this, baby. Honestly, since I have already given you a blowjob, I was considering anal sex as your present on our anniversary. And the idea of you playing this dangerous game with Jack knowing what's at stake does excite me. Well, you did say let's close this crazy chapter of our lives with a bang. And remember, all of this happens only if you lose. Don't tell me you are not excited about the threesome with Stacey or be the first to fuck my ass," Amber teased.

"And what about Stacey? Do you think she will agree to all this?" Bill asked.

"Knowing her, she will be up for anything, even arrange an orgy if we ask her. I know Stacey already has the hots for you, and like Jack said, she is hooked on his cock. So, I don't think she is going to say no," Amber said.

Bill was silent for a minute.

Amber knew Bill was just coming up with reasons to postpone taking a decision.

"And besides, why are you so obsessed about Jack taking my anal virginity? All of that happens only if he wins, so there is an equal chance of you fucking my ass too," Amber said with a naughty smile. "It's as if you want Jack to win this and watch him fuck my ass." Amber could feel Bill's cock twitch in her hands but didn't say anything.

Bill gulped, "No, no. It's just that I'm considering the worst-case scenario. That's all,"

"Relax, honey, I was just teasing," Amber said. She kept softly stroking Bill's cock over his pants and said, "I think it's all right to think with your cock once in a while. Well, if it weren't for your cock thinking, we would not have been in this crazy sexual journey that has brought out the wild side in both of us."

Bill thought about what Amber said for a minute.

"So are we doing this?" Amber asked.

"Ok, I'm in. Let's do this," Bill said.

Both Bill and Amber went back to the kitchen, where Jack was waiting impatiently.

"So, what's it to be?" Jack asked, holding his breath.

"We will agree to it, but if… if you win, you need to wear condoms," Bill said.

"What? What is it with you guys and condoms? Are you two like some secret sales reps for condom companies?" Jack said frustrated. He thought about the last time he fucked Amber raw, and then it struck him. He turned to Amber. "You didn't tell him, did you?" Jack asked with a wicked grin.

Amber just blushed and looked away.

"Boy, this is going to be so much fun when you tell him," Jack said.

"Tell me what?" Bill asked. It was his turn to be confused.

Jack could have told Bill then and there that he had already been fucking Amber without condoms, but he wanted to reveal that at the right moment, when it would have the maximum impact, when it would really sting. So Jack said, "We will get to that later, but since you get to add a rule and I will abide by it, I get to add a rule too."

Bill accepted the small win and asked, "What is it?"

"If you lose, or when you are so desperate and want to fuck Amber, whatever time or place it may be, I want you to call me and ask my permission to fuck your wife," Jack said with a sly grin.

"What the fuck does 'get your permission' mean?" Bill said annoyed.

"Hey man, I need to know when I have won, don't I?" Jack said with a sneer.

Amber could sense Bill was getting agitated and calmed him. She put her hands on Bill's chest. "Bill, calm down. He is just trying to get you all riled up."

"And it's working," Bill said.

"Look, he is just being an asshole. You don't need to stoop so low. All this is {[italic]}if{[/italic]} he wins. So don't get upset, baby," Amber said, looking into Bill's eyes.

Bill knew Amber was right and calmed down.

"All right, we have a deal,"Amber said, looking at Jack.

Jack looked at Bill and wanted to confirm he accepted, "Do we?"

Bill just nodded his agreement, looking at Jack.

Jack had a smug smile plastered on his face. "All right, {[italic]}now{[/italic]} we have a deal," Jack said, with a loud slap on his thigh. He couldn't believe he pulled this off and managed to get Bill and Amber to accept his perverse deal. Now it was time to give Bill a taste of what was to come.

"Now, why don't we seal the deal with a kiss?" Jack said, using Amber's same words.

Both Bill and Amber looked at Jack nervously.

"What now?" Amber asked hesitantly.

"Yes, now. Come to Daddy, sweetcheeks," Jack said in a cocky voice.

Amber looked at Bill, who nodded his approval silently. Amber slowly walked towards Jack. She hadn't expected things to happen so fast and was suddenly nervous of what Jack had in his mind. "Can I just quickly grab a shower? I just got back from my run," Amber said, feeling a little conscious.

"Oh, you are perfect the way you are," Jack said, grabbing Amber by her waist and pulling her closer. Jack was seated in the dining chair while Amber was standing in front of him holding on to his shoulders for support.

Bill was standing in front of the counter and had a side view of both their bodies.

Jack leaned down and sniffed Amber's sweaty crotch and licked his lips, like she was some freshly baked pie straight out of the oven.

Amber had been anxious all evening, knowing Bill was going to talk with Jack. She had run an extra mile to release the nervous energy and had been soaking wet when she got back.

Jack continued to sniff Amber's crotch taking in her womanly scent. Jack was getting high on the scent as he rubbed his whole face in between Amber's legs. His hands had now moved to Amber's ass and began roughly groping and squeezing them. Jack was literally snorting in the scent of Amber's pussy like a pig.

Amber could feel her body heat up as the bridge of Jack's nose began pressing firmly against her clit and the way Jack's hands freely roamed over her ass. What turned her on even more was Bill being there and watching her be manhandled by Jack. Amber's hips slowly began to move and hump Jack's face as she held onto his head.

Bill couldn't believe how quickly the situation had changed to something so perverted. His body froze in place as his mind wanted to witness more. He watched as Jack openly fondled his wife right in front of him and acted like a sex-starved animal.

Ambr tried to pull Jack's head up from her crotch to kiss him, hoping to stop this.

Jack pulled back. He knew Amber was already turned on and could already smell her arousal. "Oh no, since this is all about your ass. I think it's fair I give you a devil's kiss," Jack said with a wicked grin.

"A devil's kiss?" Amber and Bill asked in confusion.

"But you…," Bill said but was cut off by Jack.

"I said, I wouldn't fuck her. I didn't say anything about oral sex,"Jack said with an ugly smile.

Bill clenched his fists and didn't say anything.

Jack turned the married wife around and admired her bubble butt. By now, with all the playing, Amber's shorts had ridden up into her ass crack, giving her a wedgie. Jack knew how excited Amber got when he spanked her ass and gave her round fleshy globes sharp slaps.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Amber groaned and swayed her hips as if begging Jack for more.

Jack smiled at this and gave more stinging slaps on Amber's ass as he rubbed her pussy over her shorts. He loved watching Amber's ass jiggle and recoil from the spanks.

Slap.Slap.Slap.

Bill could see his wife's ass turning a bright shade of red. He knew Amber was getting turned on by the way she was presenting her ass to jack and how her breathing became more ragged.

Jack licked Amber's ass cheeks and said, "Oh, I can't wait to fuck this ass."

"Only if you win," Bill reminded him.

"Yeah, whatever," Jack said, running his tongue all over Amber's ass, tasting her salty skin.

Amber moaned, feeling Jack's wet tongue on her burning skin.

Jack then slowly peeled Amber's shorts and panties down her jiggly ass. He completely pulled them down to her feet, and Amber obediently lifted her legs to step out of them. Jack gave Bill a wicked smile, showing him how well he had trained his wife. Jack soon had his hands back on Amber's perfect ass, feeling the soft flesh jiggle. He parted Amber's ass cheeks and licked his lips at the sight of her puckered asshole.

Amber felt so vulnerable being exposed like this by another man in front of her husband. She also couldn't deny how wet her pussy was getting from Jack being so brazen with Bill standing just a few feet away.

Bill knew what was coming and held his breath in anticipation.

Jack gave Bill an ugly smile before pushing his face in between Amber's ass cheeks. The scent of Amber's ass filled Jack's lungs, driving him to new heights of arousal. Jack had his nose against Amber's musty ass and licked her pussy. He was breathing in the aroma of Amber's ass while tasting her delicious pussy juice. His tongue made dirty slurping sounds as he licked and sucked on Amber's pussy from behind while taking his deep whiffs of Amber's scent.

The slurping sounds reminded Bill of a strange fact: in Japanese culture, when you slurp while you eat your ramen noodles, it is a compliment to the chef. This was as if Jack was complimenting Amber for having such a juicy and delicious pussy.

Jack then ran his tongue from Amber's taint to her tailbone, pushing his tongue into every crack and crevice. He ran his tongue up and down, savouring the taste of Amber's ass. Jack then closed his meaty lips around Amber's anal ring and sucked on it.

"Oh fuck, Jack," Amber gasped, her knees going weak, and the force of Jack pushing into her ass made her lean forward. Amber held onto the dining table in front of her for support. The way Jack's tongue felt on her asshole made her body quiver. Amber spread her legs wider to give Jack more access.

Jack took the hint and drove his tongue deep into Amber's ass. The more Amber relaxed her ass, the deeper Jack pushed his tongue in.

"Fuck," Bill groaned, watching the depraved scene in front of him. Bill knew Jack had played with Amber's ass before, but seeing it in person was something else. Watching his wife enjoy having her ass rimmed by someone like Jack drove Bill wild with jealousy and lust. He slipped his hands inside his pants, slowly gripping his cock.

"Jack, please," Amber said as she gripped the table with both hands. Her legs were straight and wide apart, creating her back to arch.

No one in the room knew if she was pleading with Jack to stop or begging him for more, but if they were to guess, it would be the latter.

Jack was drunk with lust as he probed Amber's anal cavity with his tongue. He wanted Bill to witness something he had never done with his wife before.

Bill saw Amber's face contort in pleasure as her body slowly started to submit to Jack's perversions. She was moving her hips up and down. She was humping her ass back onto Jack's tongue. One of her hands moved behind and held Jack's face in place as she humped her ass. "Yes, you dirty pervert, tongue fuck my sweaty asshole," Amber groaned.

Jack gave a quick slap on Amber's ass, causing her to clench her butthole. The way Amber's asshole clenched felt like it was sucking on his tongue. Jack gave Amber another series of slaps on her ass, causing Amber to wink and clench her asshole more.

Jack drew back and grabbed Amber's hair and pulled her head back. "Tell your husband what I am doing, slut."

"Oh fuck Bill, Jack is eating my ass. He is tongue-fucking my asshole, baby," Amber groaned.

Jack went back to rimming Amber's ass.

"Fuck, his tongue is so deep in my ass, honey," Amber moaned.

Bill could see the pleasure and dilemma on Amber's face. She knew it was so dirty the way Jack was licking her asshole, but the pleasure was overriding the dirtiness and making her crave more of Jack's tongue. Bill could see Amber begin to relax as she started grinding her ass hard on Jack's face.

"Oh yes, you nasty old man. Push your tongue deeper into my asshole. Tongue fuck my dirty hole. You disgusting pervert," Amber groaned.

Bill could once again hear the nasty sucking and slurping sounds coming from Amber's ass as Jack ate her out.

Jack could feel Amber was close. He reached around and strummed Amber's clit with his fingers.

"Oh my fucking God, Jack. Please don't stop," Amber screamed as she came hard. Amber would have collapsed to the floor if Jack had not been holding her waist. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body.

Bill was amazed by what he just witnessed. Did he just make her cum while tongue-fucking her ass? Did Jack just give his wife her first anal orgasm?

Jack didn't give Amber time to recover. For his next plan, he wanted Amber's mind in a foggy lust and her body compliant.

"Now, I want you to straddle my thighs and hump my legs like a bitch in heat," Jack said, spreading his legs wider and turning Amber to face Bill.

Amber's mind had still not recovered to fight back or reprimand Jack for his crude remark. Her body just complied without protest.

Jack was now sitting facing Bill with his legs spread. His huge bulge was clearly visible. Amber was straddling one of his thighs facing Bill.

Without having to be told again, Amber's hips began moving. Jack's hairy thighs rubbing against her sensitive pussy lips were driving Amber crazy. Her pussy was so wet that she was soaking Jack's thighs with her creamy pussy.

Jack took hold of Amber's ass and controlled her pace, keeping her on the edge and preventing her from cumming too soon.

Amber was now wearing only her sports bra and her running socks. Her sports bra was pulled up over her bare breasts. She was holding onto Jack's knees in front for support. This caused her hands to smush her breasts together. Amber was humping Jack's leg, and her pussy juices were running down his thighs. She was working up quite a sweat, adding to her already slick skin from her earlier jog.

Jack couldn't believe this sexy wife acting so desperate and needy. He watched a drop of sweat slide down the nape of Amber's neck. He leaned forward and licked the drop of salty bead. "Fuck," Jack groaned; even the sweat from her sexy woman's body tasted like honey.

"Hold your hands behind your head, slut," Jack said, as he gave Amber's ass another spank.

SLAP.

Amber held her hands behind her head and moved her hips on Jack's thighs.

Jack held Amber's hips to support her. As Amber's hands were raised, the pungent scent of her sweaty armpits filled Jack's nostrils. "Fuck,"Jack grunted as he leaned in and took another deep whiff of Amber's pits. The heavenly scent drove Jack mad with lust. Jack couldn't stop himself as he buried his nose in Amber's pits and sniffed in her pungent scent. It just felt instinctual as Jack slipped his tongue out and tasted the sour and salty skin. When Amber didn't object, Jack became more bold and ran the flat of his tongue along Amber's sweaty pits.

Amber groaned when she felt Jack's wet tongue on such an intimate part of her body. No one had ever licked her armpits before. For some strange reason, Amber didn't pull away from Jack's tongue; rather, her body liked the feel of the cool wet tongue on her hot, sleek skin.

"Jack, Please… That's just so nasty," Amber said, but she didn't pull away.

"Isn't that what you love about me?" Jack said with an ugly smile.

All of Jack's taste buds came alive from the sweet, sour taste of Amber's pits. Fuck, this woman was going to be the death of him, Jack thought as he began licking and sucking on Amber's sweaty pits. Jack looked like a pig, with his face buried in a trough. The hungry slurping sounds his tongue made only made the perverted act seem even dirtier.

Amber knew she must be disgusted by such a perverted act, but her body had a mind of its own. Amber slowly began to realize the strange sensation she felt having her pits licked was actually pleasure. This disgusting act was actually turning her on. "Oh my god," Amber moaned in pleasure as she turned her body to give Jack even more access.

"Jesus, fuck," Bill muttered, watching Jack act like an animal, and he was even more surprised by the way Amber was acting. Bill couldn't believe his own body as his cock twitched and oozed pre-cum. Never in his life had he thought that such a depraved scene would turn him on so much.

Amber didn't care anymore as she willingly submitted to Jack's perversions. Her body was on fire. It craved every pleasure it could get. Amber couldn't believe how much Jack licking her pits was turning her on. She knew Jack had once again found another erogenous zone in her body that even she was not aware of. Amber also knew only a disgusting man like Jack could do this to her. It felt like the first time Jack had licked her ass. Amber had never thought being licked in such a dirty place could feel so pleasurable, but now she loved it. If Bill had ever tried to rim her ass, Amber would have immediately stopped him. But Jack, he took what he wanted, and that's what led her to discover the pleasures of having her ass licked. This was another one of those pleasures that only a dirty pervert like Jack could show her.

Jack was in heaven. His mind was exploding with the scent and taste of this sensual creature. To Jack, what most men and women considered dirty like sweat or the musky scent of a woman's ass was such a private part of a woman. For a woman to share such a private part of them with him felt so intimate. Jack knew that a guy like Bill would probably never do something so dirty, even after knowing how much pleasure it brought his wife. So sharing this experience with someone so beautiful like Amber made him feel so connected with her.

"So did you tell your husband about all the naughty things we did together?" Jack asked with a wicked grin.

Amber just groaned and nodded her head.

Jack gave Amber's ass a sharp slap. "Answer me, you slut, did you show your little hubby all the videos we took?" Jack asked.

"No daddy. Bill has seen just the one video of both of us at the waterfall. We didn't finish watching that either," Amber said.

Jack looked at Bill and sneered, "That was a good one. Wasn't it Bill? Did you enjoy watching me fuck your wife out in the open?"

Bill didn't answer. He just looked at Jack defiantly.

"Your husband likes it when you act bad, doesn't he?" Jack asked.

"Yes," Amber said.

"He loves it when you are such a naughty wife and act so slutty, doesn't he?"

"Yes, daddy," Amber moaned.

"Well, then why don't we tell him how bad you really are? How you sneaked behind his back to get fucked by my cock," Jack said.

"Jack, please,"Amber protested, but she quickly felt a stinging slap on her ass.

SLAP.

"Yes, daddy," Amber said, still not sure what Jack had in mind.

"You might want to be seated for this next part, Bill," Jack said with a snicker.

Bill didn't argue and sat down in one of the dining chairs.

"Oh, and of course you have my permission to jerk off; after all, you are going to be doing a lot of that for the whole of next week," Jack said with a laugh, and before Bill could respond, he turned his attention to Amber.

"Now where were we? Ah yes. Let's tell your husband what a slut you are for me." Jack said with a wicked grin.

"Yes, daddy," Amber moaned.

"I will ask the questions, and you will answer with a simple yes or no. We don't want to spoil all the fun details before your husband watches your anniversary present. Do you understand, slut?" Jack said, giving Amber's ass a hard slap to make his point.

Jack knew everything that Amber and he did were hot, but sharing them with Bill without context would make Amber look even more like a cheating slut. Jack wanted to understand how much Bill really enjoyed this fantasy and how far he could push him.

Jack decided to start with the simple stuff, to get Bill used to the little game, and then when he was comfortable, he would turn up the heat. Jack wanted Bill to know how much he had corrupted his wife.

"Have you ever had sex in public?" Jack asked.

Amber was confused. She already told Jack that Bill had watched the video they had taken at the waterfall, "I already… " Amber said, looking at Jack.

Jack interrupted her with a sharp slap on her ass, "Just answer the question, slut."

"Yes," Amber groaned from the pain and pleasure.

"Have you let anyone else other than me spank your ass, which you still haven't let even your dear hubby do?" Jack asked.

Amber thought about how she let the young attendant at the waterfall spank her ass. "Yes, daddy."

"Have you ever given road dome?" Jack asked, with a wicked smile.

"Yes, daddy," Amber moaned.

Bill was surprised on hearing this. He knew Amber had an exhibitionist side, but did she really suck on Jack's cock while he drove around? Just the image of it made Bill's cock twitch.

"Have you ever had sex in your car?" Jack asked.

Amber remembered the time Jack fucked her in the hospital parking lot in her car and moaned, "Yes, Daddy."

"Have you ever had sex in your office, at the hospital?" Jack asked with a glint in his eyes. He was getting such a kick out of making Amber admit all the dirty things they did together. Things that she still hasn't even done with her husband.

Bill's mouth felt dry. Bill knew how seriously Amber took her career. Even when Bill had wanted to roleplay in her doctor's uniform, Amber was reluctant, saying she didn't want to disrespect her profession. So the idea of having sex in her office was quite a huge thing for Amber and it definitely must have been Jack's idea. Had she really had sex with Jack in her office? What if somebody had caught them? Was Amber really willing to risk her career for the thrill of Jack's cock?

Jack smiled, knowing it was time to turn the heat up.

"Have you ever sucked on my cock while talking to your little hubby here?" Jack said with a wicked grin as he looked Bill in the eye.

Amber knew; she had called Bill at the waterfall, but it was only to turn Jack on. She looked at Bill and said, "But Bill, it was only to…"

Jack stopped her with another sharp slap on her ass and said sternly, "I said, just yes, or no slut."

"Sorry, Daddy," Amber apologized. Now she understood why Jack wanted her to answer with just a yes or no. Things sounded even worse when she admitted to it without context.

"Yes, daddy, I have spoken to my husband when I was sucking on your cock," Amber said.

Bill groaned at this admission, trying to recall his phone conversations with Amber. When did this happen? Surely he must have heard some sucking noises. Did Amber and Jack laugh about how oblivious he was while she gave Jack a blowjob and spoke to him on the phone? The thought of Amber acting so bad made Bill's cock twitch.

"Have you ever denied your husband sex after I had fucked you?" Jack asked.

"Fuck," Amber groaned at the wicked question. On most days when they had made a video for the anniversary present, Amber's pussy was just so raw and sore from all the fucking. She had prayed Bill wouldn't initiate sex, but some days when he did, she had come up with excuses, like she was tired or had a bad headache. "I'm sorry, Bill. I was just so sore some days, when Jack fucked me so hard," Amber said.

Jack laughed and didn't reprimand Amber for the comment. Amber may have said it to defend her actions, but it sounded dirtier than she intended.

"Whose cock has fucked you more these past couple of weeks?" Jack asked.

"Oh fuck, your's daddy," Amber groaned. "I'm so sorry, baby. You have just been so busy with work lately, and I wanted to complete the anniversary present for you."

"Whose cock has made you cum, more in the last few weeks?" Jack asked with a hard slap on Amber's ass.

"Yours, Daddy," Amber moaned.

"Whose cock has fucked you raw? Whose cock have you been fucking bare and really feeling against your pussy?" Jack asked, with an evil grin looking directly at Bill.

Amber's face turned red in guilt. "Yours, daddy,"Amber hissed in pleasure.

Bill was shocked on hearing this.

Jack gripped Amber's hair tightly and turned her head to face him. "Tell me, baby, why do you make your own husband wear condoms and love to fuck my cock raw? Tell me and I'll let you come," Jack said in a sweet voice and kissed Amber passionately. Jack moved Amber's hips so that her clit was pressed hard and grinding against his knee.

The sudden change of Jack's tone and kiss confused Amber. Her mind was already hazy in a fog of lust, and her body was aching for release. The grinding of Amber's clit on Jack's knee was slowly pushing her towards her much-needed orgasm and clouded her mind. Her craving to cum took over her senses. Amber knew what Jack wanted to hear and gave in. "Because your raw cock feels so good, Daddy. You fuck me so much better than my dumbass husband. I love the way your raw cock rubs against my pussywalls. Your big cock reaches places my little dicked husband can only dream of reaching. I love it when you cum inside my bare pussy. I love feeling you hot cum fill my married cunt."

Fuck, Jack thought to himself. He loved when Amber let go and talked so dirty. He rewarded Amber by releasing her hips from his grip.

Amber's hips began moving faster and harder. She had found a hard spot on Jack's knees, and she began grinding and smashing her clit against it. This drove her wild and closer to her orgasm. She had lost all sense of pride as she humped Jack's thigh without a care of who was watching her act, so shamelessly like a desperate slut.

Bill could see the muscles in Amber's stomach clenching as she humped Jack's legs. He knew Amber was close to another orgasm.

"Yes, you dirty slut. Cum for me. Cum for me like a bitch humping my legs," Jack said as he gave Amber's ass stinging slaps.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The stinging pain and pressure on her clit sent Amber over the edge. Amber came hard and let out a loud animalistic groan. "Aaaaarrrrrggghhh, Aaaarrrgghhh, Aaaaahh." Amber's face contorted in pleasure. Her whole body was trembling, and her legs buckled as her pussy gushed onto Jack's strong legs. Amber's pussy juice dripped down Jack's legs and pooled around his feet. If Jack had not been holding her, she would have collapsed into a pile of heap on the ground.

Bill had never seen Amber cum so hard. He was amazed how a perverted old man like Jack could make his wife cum so hard and without even penetration. Bill didn't even have to stroke his cock, as it exploded. Bill just stared at Amber, mesmerized by her cumming as his own cock spurted rope after rope of cum onto his chest, stomach, and hands, and the remaining landed on the floor in front of him.

Jack had an evil grin as he watched the couple cum together. He felt so powerful, making Amber act so slutty in front of Bill. Until now, his focus was always on Amber and teasing Bill into a camera lens, but now with Bill in the room, it was a complete power trip for him. Jack felt taller, like he had grown a couple of inches more than Bill. Making this hot married slut cum right in front of her husband as he watched helplessly.

Amber had slipped down next to Jack's legs. Shivers ran through her body as the aftershocks of orgasm subsided.

"All right, slut, now it's my turn," Jack said as he lifted his hips and pulled down his shorts.

While Amber took over as she helped Jack remove his shorts and boxers, Jack removed his white T-shirt. Jack's cock sprang out of his boxers, and his mushroom head was already glistening with pre-cum. The musky scent immediately hit Amber's nostrils like an aphrodisiac.

Amber licked her lips, mesmerized by Jack's massive organ.

Bill was annoyed that Jack felt so comfortable stripping in his home. Jack sat at his dinner table buck naked, like he owned the place.

"Get to work, slut," Jack said, giving Amber's ass a hard slap, breaking her out of her reverence.

Slap.

Amber just groaned and took Jack's cock in both her hands. She turned to see Bill's eyes glued to her. She saw the cum on Bill's chest and stomach and knew he had also orgasmed watching her.

Bill's cock stiffened just from watching Amber kneel in front of Jack and holding his huge cock. After watching the videos of Amber and Jack together all these months and wishing he could see it in person one last time was going to come true.

"Is this what you wanted to see, Bill?" Amber said, running her wet tongue along Jack's slit, tasting his precum. "Hmmmmm," she moaned in pleasure as the salty taste hit her taste buds.

Bill's cock twitched in response.

"Did you like hearing all the dirty things I did with Jack, baby?" Amber said, her lips not leaving Jack's cock. Amber then took his whole cockhead in her mouth, sucking on it and swirling her tongue, savoring the delicious flavor of Jack's cock, all the while not breaking eye contact with her husband. "God, I missed this," she said.

Amber then got to work on Jack's cock. She started licking along the sides of Jack's cock, coating his entire length in her saliva. She traced her wet tongue along the veins and ridges of Jack's meaty shaft.

"Are you enjoying this, honey? You like watching me suck on Jack's big cock?" Amber said as she took Jack's cock in her mouth and bobbed her head on a couple of times. "You like watching me act so bad? Does it turn you on to see Jack treat me like his slut, Bill?" Amber said before taking Jack's cock deeper in her mouth.

Jack just had a wide grin plastered on his face as Amber teased her husband with his cock. He loved it when Amber took the initiative without him prompting her, as it showed how well he had trained her.

Jack remembered the last time he was in Bill and Amber's house, when Bill had walked in on them, and how he had dismissed him. This time, Jack wanted Bill to know who was in-charge. "Amber has become quite an expert at handling my cock, Bill," Jack said. "You should see the way she bounces on my cock and the way she screams my name when she cums like a slut, Bill. It is one hell of a sight," Jack snickered.

Bill just ignored Jack's taunting, but he couldn't deny it did make him curious about the sight Jack was talking about.

Amber was now licking on Jack's scrotum and balls. The manly scent always made Amber's pussy wetter. She was always amazed at how huge they were and how much cum they produced. She took each ball in her mouth and nursed on them.

Jack groaned in pleasure as Amber worshipped his balls.

Amber then came back up, her tongue licking along Jack's entire shaft. She sucked on Jack's plum-sized head for a couple of minutes before swallowing his cock deep down her throat.

Bill watched in amazement at how comfortable his wife had gotten with their ugly neighbor's cock. He also noted something else was different. He had gotten a blowjob from Amber too, but the way he would describe it would be sensual or erotic, but with Jack it was different. Maybe it was the excess saliva and slobber, or maybe it was the aggressiveness. The blowjob he was witnessing in front of him seemed more primal, dirty, and sloppy. Fuck, Bill thought as he saw Amber's wedding ring soaked in the slobber caught the light.

Amber pulled up from Jack's cock and was catching her breath as she jerked it with both her hands. She was still breathing hard as her tongue worked on Jack's mushroom head. Her face was a mess covered in sweat and Jack's cock slime.

Jack knew he could never break Bill physically from what he had witnessed back at the bar. His only chance to be with Amber was if he broke Bill mentally and corrupted his mind into submission. So he came up with a plan to make Bill doubt himself, feel ashamed and guilty, and ultimately submit to his own lust. He wanted to make Bill accept in his mind that Jack was the one who was going to fuck Amber and Stacey.

"You know what the problem is, Bill? Both Amber and you are in control of your lives all the time," Jack said.

Bill just stared at him confused.

"In all other aspects of your lives, Amber and you have total control—your careers, marriage, social life with friends and family—so in the bedroom, you both want to let go and give up control. It's a very common trait you see in powerful and well-established people. They love to be dominated behind closed doors. In your case, both of you want the other or someone else to take charge of your pleasure; that's where I come in. In Amber's case, she has already accepted her role. Being a hotwife for you and a submissive slut for me, but in your case, you just haven't accepted your role yet. I just want you to let go, give in to the pleasure, and enjoy the ride," Jack said.

Bill looked at Jack in confusion.

Jack could see the dilemma in Bill's mind. He could see the confusion in Bill's face and laughed internally. Jack knew half the things he said were just bullshit he was making up, but he wanted Bill to lose control and doubt himself. And his words seemed to be working.

Jack thought about what Amber had said earlier about giving Bill a blowjob while they watched the video together. Knowing Amber must have been guilt-ridden because of the way Bill had found out about the videos, she must have given it the best, and Jack firsthand knew how amazing Amber's blowjobs are. Of course, after experiencing something so heavenly, Bill must have fucked his wife, and Amber might have even let him spank her ass a punishment. Bill must feel like he has experienced it all. Jack wanted Bill to feel otherwise. He wanted Bill to feel he needed Jack for his fantasy; only then could he continue fucking Amber, even after their anniversary.

"You know, Bill, it's not just about having an above-average cock. You also need to know how to use it." Jack said, as he slowly took hold of Amber's ponytail and began to thrust his cock. He began to control the pace of the blowjob. He pushed his cock deeper into Amber's throat.

"Someone like you could never push your wife's limits. Can never bring out the slut in her. You know why, because you are just too nice," Jack said. "If she is uncomfortable giving blowjobs, you wouldn't ask for it; if she thinks it's demeaning to women when you call her a slut, you don't call her names; or if she winces once when you spank her or pull her hair, you think she doesn't like it rough. Bill, someone like you is just afraid to push Amber's limits. And the thing with sluts like your wife is, they love having their limits pushed. That's why you need someone like me, Bill. Someone who will push both Amber's and your limits," Jack said cockily all the while pushing Amber's face on to his cock.

Bill was half listening as he watched Amber swallow Jack's cock.

"Now look at your wife; she knows her way around a cock. Look how much I have trained her cock sucking skills. Your wife loves to suck on my cock and is addicted to the taste of my cum. She would even lick my sweaty balls clean," Jack said, as if to prove his point, spreading his legs wider.

Amber, without being prompted, knew what Jack wanted her to do. She obediently lowered her head and began sucking on Jack's balls.

"And now Amber has discovered so many kinks of her own: getting her ass spanked, being called a slut, loves getting her ass licked, loves getting fucked in risky public places, and even loves being put on display," Jack said.

Bill was surprised at how much Jack knew about Amber's sexual preferences. It had taken him years to understand these kinks about his own wife, and here was their arrogant neighbor who understood her secrets in months.

"Don't worry, Bill. Of course, someday she is going to let you do all those things to her, but for that, she needs to understand what she likes in the first place. Like I said, a nice guy like you cannot bring that out; you need an asshole like me to show your wife what a slut she is. I am here for you, Bill; I am here for the both of you. I am going to teach you so many things about your own wife, Bill." Jack said with an evil grin. "No, watch and learn, Billy Boy. Watch closely how I fuck your wife's throat and how much she loves it. You need to let go and accept how much this turns you on too."

Jack then stood up, with his legs slightly apart, and took hold of Amber's head with both his hands.

Amber knew what was coming and braced herself, holding on to Jack's thighs.

Bill held his breath, unable to move in anticipation of what he was about to witness.

Jack just gave Bill a wicked sneer and slowly fed Amber's mouth his cock, inch by inch, letting her get used to his girth. He wanted to show Bill how much of a slut Amber was for him. He wanted to dominate Amber in front of her husband and show Bill how much control he had over his wife.

Jack slowly began moving his hips, and with every thrust, he pushed his cock deeper and held it longer in Amber's throat. Slowly, Amber's saliva and Jack's pre-cum began accumulating and acted as lubrication.

Amber's face was getting more sloppy and messy, but she held onto Jack's thighs, knowing what was to come. The messy slobber began drooling down Amber's chin onto her breasts.

"The only thing better than your wife's throat is her cunt, Bill," Jack growled as he held Amber's head in place and pumped his cock that was still deeply lodged in her throat. "I bet her ass is much tighter; I can't wait to try it out too," Jack said with an arrogant smile.

Bill was in a lusty daze and didn't correct Jack that it would happen only if he won.

Jack was fucking Amber's mouth with steady long strokes. He withdrew until only his mushroom tip remained in her mouth and pushed deep into her throat. He didn't care if Amber was uncomfortable; he just wanted to show Bill what a nasty slut he had turned his wife into. "Are you watching this, Bill? Are you watching how I'm fucking your wife's face? How, I'm using her like my personal fuckhole?" Jack punctuated each question with a deep thrust, making Amber gag each time his cock hit the back of Amber's throat.

Jack picked up the pace. He started fucking Amber's mouth with abandon. He looked Bill in the eye as if challenging him to try and stop him.

Bill just stared at the scene in front of him in shock. His eyes moved from Jack's eyes that were staring him down to Amber. He watched as Jack used his wife like a common whore. He couldn't believe a sophisticated and well-educated woman like Amber would debase herself for someone like Jack and derive so much pleasure from it.

"Amber is doing his all for you, Bill. Your wife is letting a man you hate, use her like a cocksleeve because of you," Jack said. He was not done mind-fucking Bill. Just like how Amber felt guilty and gave in to Bill, Jack wanted to make Bill feel guilty and completely submit his dark desires. "This is all because of you, Bill. You have left me no choice; because of our little deal, I can't fuck Amber's pussy now for an entire week. I can only use her throat pussy now," Jack said, thrusting his hips faster.

Bill could see Amber's throat bulge. Fuck, Bill thought to himself; he had seen Amber give Jack a blowjob several times now, but this was not that. This was Jack fucking Amber's face, using her mouth like a pussy. Bill couldn't believe how rough Jack was being and how obediently Amber was taking it.

Bill could tell Jack was close. The way he was impatient, his thrusts became more frantic. "That's it, you fucking slut; take my cock. Take my fucking cock. I'm going to fucking cum down your throat. I'm going to make you choke on my cum," Jack growled.

Jack then held Amber's head in place and began using her mouth like a fuckhole. He was ramming his cock in hard and deep. Amber was beginning to gag because of the speed at which Jack was pumping his cock in her throat. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of the throat fucking.

Glug.Glug.Glug.

Amber's eyes were watering. The slobber in her mouth was almost getting frothy as it dripped down her chin onto her tits and floor.

Bill couldn't move as he watched the train wreck in front of him. His cock was ready to burst again.

Jack finally came with a loud animalistic growl. "Aaaaaaarrrrggggggh," He was holding Amber's head down on his crotch as he came down her throat. Amber's nostrils were pressed against his pubes. Amber's throat was contracting around Jack's cock.

"Oh fuck, that's it, you slut. Milk my cock with your throat. Fuck, Bill, you need to experience this at least once in your lifetime, buddy," Jack said, panting as he pulled out of Amber.

Jack wanted Bill to get used to the sight in front of him. Amber on her knees, servicing the cock of a man he hated, in his own house while being seated at his own dining table.

"Look at you, Bill. Just sitting there with your cock in hand watching me ruin your wife. Accept it, Bill. This is the only way you can feel pleasure now. This is the only way you can satisfy your wife. You need me and my big cock in your marriage," Jack said.

Amber just stared up at Jack in a lust-filled haze. Her mouth was open, and her tongue was hanging out, panting like a dog.

Jack slapped his cock all over Amber's tongue and cheeks, splattering her face with his messy cock. He then pushed her face down onto his sweaty ballsack. Jack moved his hips, rubbing his balls all over Amber's face. "You can play with these balls like a good bitch," Jack snickered, seeing how far she had fallen down the rabbit hole.

Amber just moaned as she hungrily lapped on his sweaty balls. Jack's cock was resting along the length of her face as Jack's cockhead oozed pre-cum onto Amber's forehead.

Jack was not done with Amber and Bill yet. His mammoth cock was still hard even after cumming down Amber's throat. But this time, Jack wanted Amber herself to confess to Bill how much she enjoyed fucking his cock. He wanted Amber to tease and taunt her own husband. Jack wanted Bill to see Amber's true form when she turned into his slut.

Jack stood facing Bill, with his huge cock jutting obscenely from his body. He grabbed Amber by her hair and pulled her up in front of him.

Amber was still recovering from the hard face-fucking he had just given her, and her legs felt like jello. She just compiled staggering to her feet, holding onto Jack's leg and pudgy body.

Jack held Amber upright, holding her hands behind her. He grabbed her ass and gave them a couple of spanks.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Jack pulled Amber back until their bodies were flushed against each other. Jack's cock was pushing into Amber's ass cheeks. He pumped his cock in between her ass cheeks a few times before drawing back. Jack then shifted his cock downwards and slowly pushed between Amber's thighs. His full length slowly rubbing along Amber's pussy made her groan. Jack moved his hips slowly, fucking Amber's thighs.

Amber's legs were together, and Jack's cock was sliding in between her thigh gap and rubbing against her pussy. She was basically giving Jack a pussyjob, standing up. Amber realised it was one more thing that Jack was the first to experience before her husband. The friction caused between the ridges and veins on Jack's cock against Amber's sensitive pussy lips made her moan in pleasure.

Bill stared at the lewd sight in front of him. By now, both Amber and Jack's bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat. The sweat and Amber's pussy juices acted as lube. When Jack fully pushed into Amber, his cock was jutting so far in front of Amber that it looked as if Amber had a cock. The sight was so obscene.

Jack let go of Amber's hands as he took hold of her ponytail in one hand and grabbed a handful of her ass cheeks with his other hand. He stared at the way his finger sunk into the soft flesh. God, he could never get enough of Amber's bubble butt. He gave them a couple of hard slaps and watched it jiggle.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Jack pulled Amber's ponytail back, causing her body to create her magnificent arch. Jack admired the sexual goddess in front of him. He ran his thumbs over the dimples above Amber's ass. A drop of sweat ran from the nape of her neck, down her back into the crevice of her ass cheeks. Jack leaned forward and licked Amber's salty skin. Jack felt like he was becoming addicted to Amber; everything about her body got him so riled up. All the while, his hips never slowed down. The slapping of their bodies and heavy breathing filled the room.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

By now, Amber had recovered from the haze of her orgasm. She stared at the cock jutting from between her things. She slowly moved her hand along the length of the slick organ. It was as if Amber had all of a sudden grown a cock and was exploring it for the first time. She pinched and tugged on her pierced nipple with her free hand. Amber started moving her hips to meet Jack's thrusts. Her hand held onto Jack's cock more firmly and started moving along its length. Amber then brought her hand up and spit in her palm and rubbed it on Jack's cockhead. She then began jerking off Jack's cock.

Bill groaned at the lewd sight the motion of Amber's hips and hands created. It looked as if Amber was jerking her own cock off.

Jack stopped moving and let Amber do all the work. Amber's pussy was creaming over his cock and making it even more slippery and messy. A dollop of precum hung low from his cock.

"That's it, you, fucking slut. Polish my cock with your pussy cream,"Jack growled.

Amber was leaning back against Jack. Her right hand was stroking Jack's cock, and in between strokes, she would polish his plum-sized head with her palm, making Jack shiver in pleasure. Her left hand was behind her head, holding Jack's neck as her fingers combed through his thinning hair. She could feel Jack's hairy body pressed against her sweaty skin.

Jack was standing behind Amber, holding her up, with both his hands playing with Amber's breasts. His fingers would strum Amber's pierced nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body. He rested his head on one of Amber's shoulders, kissing and nuzzling her neck, knowing it was one of her weak spots. Jack whispered his perverted thoughts into Amber's ears, slowly corrupting the married wife's mind.

"You are a good slut for Daddy. You want to make me happy, right?" Jack asked

"Yes, Daddy," Amber groaned.

"So, starting from today, I want you to be my slut. I want you to tease your little husband mercilessly. Wear your shortest clothes, talk dirty, tease him constantly, I want him to beg you to fuck him. You got that slut," Jack said, giving Amber's ass a sharp slap.

"Yes, Daddy," Amber groaned looking at Bill.

"Look at your husband, slut. See the lust in his eyes. Watch how he stroking his cock. Do you see how turned on he is watching you act so naughty with me? Bill loves you; your husband loves you; he loves this side of you. He loves watching you act like a slut for me. You know it turns him on even more when you say those mean and dirty things. So, act more naughty, baby. Do this for your husband. Show him how much you love him. Give him what he wants, what he craves."

Amber knew what Jack was trying to do. By now she was well aware of Jack's tricks and mind games. She knew she didn't have to obey Jack, but she also knew there was some truth to what he said. Bill was turned on watching her act so naughty. So Amber decided to play along, make Jack believe he had this effect on her, and make him think he was the one in charge.

"Is this what you wanted to see, Bill? Is this how you imagined Jack and me together?" Amber said in a sultry voice.

Bill was in awe as he watched Amber and Jack in such a sensual and erotic position. The way their bodies moved together and derived pleasure from one another. He couldn't make out what Jack was saying as Jack stared at him with a sly grin. Amber moaned when Jack would occasionally whisper something wicked or pinch her sensitive nipples hard, and Jack would grunt when Amber squeezed his cock with her thigh muscles or when she ran her palm over his sensitive cock head.

Amber held on to Jack's cockhead and moved her hips, to grind her clit on Jack's sensitive mushroom head. Both Jack and Amber moaned in pleasure.

"God, it would be so easy to just slip his cock in, baby. You just need to say the word." Amber teased Bill as she turned to face Jack and kissed him passionately.

Bill just groaned and jerked his cock faster.

"Does this turn you on, baby?" Amber said, looking straight at Bill. She remembered Bill's words and how he loved when she talked dirty and belittled him. Amber wanted to test if Bill really meant it. Would it really excite him if she said mean things about him? Amber wrapped her arms around Jack's neck, drawing him closer to her.

"My dumb husband should have never let me go out that night. Fuck, look where it's got him, sitting with his little dick in hand while I please the man he hates," Amber said. She leaned back and kissed Jack passionately.

Bill's heart felt like it was being squeezed hearing Amber's harsh words. But his cock twitched, and his mind got high on the pleasure it gave him.

She stared at Bill, looking for any signs of hurt, but she only saw lust in his eyes. She waited to see if he would want her to stop or back down, but the way Bill's cock throbbed told her he was loving it.

"You were right, Daddy. The other night when he walked in on us, I should have kept going. I should have let you keep fucking me," Amber said.

Amber's harsh words stung Bill, but he stared defiantly into her eyes as if asking her to go on and do her worst. Bill's cock was hard as steel.

"Oh really?" Jack asked with a wicked grin; he loved that Amber was joining in. She may be doing it to tease her husband, but it sure was helping his cause.

"It turns out, my little dicked hubby loved watching us. He actually had a hard on," Amber said, looking into Bill's eyes.

Jack couldn't believe how brazenly Amber was humiliating Bill.

Bill's cheeks flushed in embarrassment at Amber's words. The way she was casually telling Jack something he had confided in Amber, just to boost Jack's ego and turn him on.

"Is that so?" Jack asked at this revelation. Jack just had an ugly grin plastered on his face seeing Amber in her slut mode.

"Yes, Daddy. We should have kept fucking and made my dumb husband watch. He would have probably pulled out his little dick and jerked off in the corner," Amber said, looking straight into Bill's eyes with an evil glint.

Bill shuddered watching this transformation in Amber. She was like a fucking hot supervillain.

Amber squeezed her thigh muscles, causing Jack to moan in pleasure. She wanted Jack to know she was in control now

Jack tried pulling back, but Amber held his plum-sized head with one hand, and Amber tightened the grip on Jack's cock between her legs.

Amber massaged Jack's sensitive cock head with the palm of her hands, which caused Jack's body to shudder against her back.

Jack realised he was at Amber's mercy. She had him by his balls or more accurately by his cock.

Bill stared at Jack squirming behind Amber. He could see Amber's thigh muscles clenching and choking Jack's cock while she still moved her hips milking it. He was amazed at how Amber took charge of Jack

Bill knew something had changed. It was as if a switch had been flipped on inside Amber's head. The way her body moved with confidence and purpose, milking Jack's cock. Her posture and the way she held her head high, knowing she didn't need to feel guilt or shame. It was as if her mind finally believed and accepted her role in this fantasy. Her husband loved seeing her act so bad. Until now, Amber was always playing the part of Jack's slut in front of a camera. A small part of her always doubted if Bill would enjoy the things she was doing, but now, with Bill right there in the room. She was getting immediate feedback from her husband and could see how turned on he was. Amber could almost feel his hot breath on her, his lust-filled eyes, the way they roamed all over her body, not wanting to miss out on any detail, and the way his hand was pumping his hard cock. It made Amber's body burn with desire.

Within a matter of seconds, the roles had been reversed, and Amber had taken control of their pleasure. Somehow having control over Jack and Bill's pleasure and the cock jutting from her body made her feel so powerful. After the two orgasms she had, her body felt so energised. Amber knew it was time to show Bill and Jack who was in charge. It was time to drive them crazy and make them cum.

"God, I can't believe you two dirty perverts. Jack, you are such a nasty old man. You like fucking other men's wives, huh? Watching them on their knees, gag on your huge cock? You like making all those married sluts beg for your cock? Making them scream your name while they cum like fucking whores. Is that what gets your cock hard, you fucking pervert? God, I can't believe I'm doing this with such an ugly bastard like you. Have you ever fucked a married slut in front of her husband? Have you ever fucked two hot sluts like me and Stacey together?" Amber asked in a venomous tone.

Jack just grunted. Even after fucking so many sluts, Jack had actually never fucked a married woman in front of her husband. His eyes were almost hazy and even had a little drool on the corner of his mouth. His mind was clouded in lust.

"Answer me, you ugly bastard," Amber said, giving his sensitive cockhead a sharp slap.

"Aaaahhh, Fuck. No, no. You fucking bitch," Jack whimpered in pleasure and pain.

"Well, guess what? I'm the one giving you a lot of firsts that you haven't experienced with any other woman. You better fucking appreciate it," Amber said, giving a few more swats on Jack's cock. Fuck, she felt so powerful taming this beast of a man.

"Oh Fuck," Jack squirmed.

Amber then turned her attention to Bill.

Bill was in awe of how Amber took charge of Jack. He had always seen Amber's submissive side, but this new dominant side of her was so sexy and hot. His cock stiffened when Amber looked his way, giving him that strict domme sneer.

"And you, Bill, I didn't know I married such a pervert. Look at you, just standing there, jerking your little cock, watching another man use your wife. What did you like more, Jack eating my ass or watching me get face fucked? What made your little cock twitch? I bet you wish you had recorded a video of today, don't you, you dirty pervert? You just want to watch our ugly old neighbour use your wife and jerk your little cock while sniffing my dirty panties. Fuck, if I had known you are such a dirty pervert, I would have started fucking around a lot sooner." Amber spat out.

"Oh fuck," Bill groaned, pumping his cock faster. He couldn't get enough of this evil side of Amber.

Amber could see the effect her stinging words were having on Bill. She could see the goosebumps on his skin and the hunger in his eyes, begging her for more.

"And let me tell you both," Amber said, giving Jack's cock a slap to get his attention.

"Whoever wins this bet, I'm going to be the nastiest slut you have ever seen. You get to use me like a three-holed fuck slut," Amber said in a sultry voice. "But whoever loses. I'm going to be the meanest bitch you have ever met. I'll fucking humiliate you until you beg me to stop."

Both Jack and Bill groaned, hearing Amber's wicked words.

"Now, cum for me, you dirty fuckers. Give me that cum. Give me your fucking cum," Amber sneered.

Amber squeezed her thigh muscles even tighter and milked Jack's cock faster. She ran her palm over Jack's sensitive cock-head in a circular motion, causing Jack to experience a prickling pain and pleasure he had never imagined in his life.

Jack's knees went weak as he held onto Amber for support. His head was resting on Amber's shoulders, and his hand was holding onto her waist. The pleasure he was receiving from this sex goddess caused his vision to blur. Jack's eyes rolled back, and his mouth hung open. Jack was losing his mind to the immense pleasure.

Amber knew Jack was about to blow his load. She could feel his body tremble behind her.

"Ooohh Fuuccckkk," Jack growled.

Amber pumped his cock as he shot ropes of thick cum on the empty dining table. Despite cumming for the second time, Jack's load was huge and thick. He spurted almost past half way across the table, and the milky white cum was a sharp contrast to the dark brown mahogany table. Amber milked Jack's cock thoroughly with her thighs until a last drop hung low from Jack's cock. Even after cumming for a second time, Jack's cock was still semi-hard and hung low between Amber's thighs.

Jack was spent leaning on Amber and panting against her shoulder blade.

Amber gave Bill a smouldering look before capturing the dollop of Jack's cum from his cock with her finger and bringing it to her lips. She gave Bill a sexy wink and kiss with her luscious pouty lips before licking Jack's cum clean off her fingers.

Bill stared at Amber's face; despite having watched Jack and Amber do many depraved sexual acts in front of him, it was Amber's wink and kiss that triggered his orgasm. "Oh fuck," Bill groaned as he shot his own load on the dining table from the other side. Bill jerked his cock, shooting his cum across his own dining table, but it was clearly no match for Jack's load. For his second time, Bill did cum a lot, but his thick load didn't reach past one-fourth the distance of the table. Bill stared at the mess they had created on the very table he and his wife ate their meals on every day. He then looked up to meet Amber eyes.

Amber had a knowing smile on her face, as if reading his mind on the who-can-shoot-the-farthest game. She too had seen the two loads of cum on their dining table and tapped the side next to Jack's cum as if declaring him the winner. Bill's cock twitched at the sight, which brought a smile to Amber's lips.

After having two orgasms, Amber's body felt like it was on fire. Her mind and body were buzzing with energy. In fact, it was heating up, and she wanted more.

Jack, on the other hand, was feeling lightheaded and a little dizzy. He wasn't sure if it was because of the two massive orgasms that he just had, the medicine Amber had given him for the pain and headache, or just his age. He thought how karma was a bitch the last time he had been with Amber in front of Bill. Jack was the one who had drugged Bill, but now he was the one who was drugged, albeit he had willingly taken the prescribed medicines.

Jack almost stumbled to the ground when Amber spread her legs, letting go of his cock from her thigh's grip. He didn't realise until then how much Amber had been holding him up. He knew he had to lay down or he might just collapse in Bill and Amber's dining room. He was panting like he had just run a marathon and didn't even bother to pick up his clothes. Jack slowly stumbled on his feet, holding on to anything that was within his reach. He just walked towards the backyard, hoping to get to his house through the side gate.

Bill was amused seeing Jack stumbling and waddling his way like a naked drunk. When he looked in Amber's direction, she had a naughty smile as she seductively walked towards him.

"Did you like that? Did you enjoy the show?" Amber asked in a sultry voice.

Bill didn't have words for what just happened. He just stared at the mess Jack and he had created on their dining table. He just nodded his agreement.

"Oh and honey, will you be a doll and clean up in here?" Amber said with a naughty smile, her eyes pointing to the mess on the dining table. She then leaned in next to Bill's ears and whispered, "I have heard good little hubbies always like to clean up after their bulls make a mess."

"Fuck," Bill groaned. He knew he would never stoop so low as to clean up creampies, but the implied teasing made his cock twitch. Bill stood there, catching his breath. He stared at the huge mess they had created. All three of them had cum twice. He wondered if he might need the mop to clean up. He then turned to see Amber's ass swaying and glistening in sweat as she walked towards the shower. Bill groaned knowing the next week was not going to be easy.

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ

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 Subtitle:Neighborly Chronicles Alternate Universe Pt. 14
   Teaser:The teasing continuous
 Category:Loving Wives
      URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/neighborly-chronicles-au-pt-14
Published:2024-12-24
"Damn, that's hot," Stacy said.

Amber blushed as she took another sip of her wine.

It was Saturday evening, and Amber and Stacey were at Stacey's apartment. Amber was recounting to her friend what had happened the previous day. About the crazy deal Bill and Jack had made for their anniversary.

Amber just wanted to tell somebody about the deal and be assured that she wasn't a crazy sexual fanatic to have agreed to it. She knew if there was one person that could comfort her, it was her best friend, Stacey.

"Fuck, I wish I was there," Stacey said as she rubbed her thighs together. Her pussy was soaking wet, just listening to Amber recount the tale. Stacey also knew her friend was equally turned on by her flushed skin and heavy breathing.

"I don't know what came over me; I was so angry and sexually frustrated at the same time. The way Jack proposed the deal and talked about me like his slut to Bill," Amber said.

"How did Bill take it?" Stacey asked curiously.

"I knew he was pissed off at Jack but also turned on as hell by his rock-hard cock," Amber said, with a naughty smile.

This made both of them giggle.

"God, I can't believe how kinky you both are. All these years, I thought you two were such prudes," Stacey said.

"Just watching Bill get so turned on by the way Jack was using me like a slut, right in front of him, made my pussy dripping wet," Amber said.

"God, I can't wait for your anniversary," Stacey said.

"I know, but I have no clue what I am going to do on our anniversary. And now with this bet, I don't even know who is going to fuck me on our own anniversary. The only thing I am certain of is getting my ass fucked. Before this stupid deal, I thought I had the whole thing planned out with the videos for Bill, but now I have no clue what I'm going to do," Amber said.

Stacey could see the panic on her friend's face. She always thought Amber looked so cute when she got so anxious and worried about the smallest things. Stacey remembered how Amber was when they had planned her wedding.

"All right, sweetie, don't panic. We got this," Stacey said in a calm voice.

Stacey got up and walked towards the smaller whiteboard in her living room she used to plan her schedule. She erased everything on it and picked up the marker. Stacey wrote Amber and Bill's anniversary plan. Below that she wrote, Bill's kinks.

Amber smiled looking at her friend. She was amazed how Stacey was so organized, loved making lists, and jumped right in when she saw a challenge. Amber was grateful and knew she could always count on her best friend.

"Well, let's make a list of everything your sweet perverted husband likes," Stacey said with a smile. We already know Bill loves to watch you act bad. It drives him crazy when you and Jack do things that you have never done with him. He loves when you talk dirty or be mean to him. So what else do we know that drives Bill crazy?" Stacey asked.

"There is something else Bill said last night when we cuddled up in bed," Amber said. Amber thought back to the conversation with Bill from the previous night.

Bill and Amber had cuddled up in bed after their exciting encounter with Jack. Amber had asked him what turned him on about this fantasy.

Bill had thought for a moment and answered. 'Watching Jack fuck you all over our house gets me so riled up. Like the way he has fucked you in our bedroom and on our own martial bed is so taboo and wrong but gets my cock hard. I have seen Jack fuck you against our kitchen counter or the other night in our TV room. And knowing he has fucked you in places we haven't done it before, like in our shower, in your car, or at your office, just drives me wild with jealousy and angst. The way he is just messing with my mind. Before the Super Bowl night, anytime I walk into our bedroom, I would think of all the sweet memories we shared there, but now it reminds me of how I saw you and Jack that night. Your beautiful face contorted in pleasure or imagining you on your knees sucking David with his arrogant grin. Something about the way Jack is tainting all these sweet moments, places and memories with his arrogance and evil cock gets me so worked up.'

"It's not just places; some events like my birthday. I know every year on my birthday, I'm going to think of you giving Jack his first blowjob. Or like our pool party. Every year, I look forward to watching you dress sexy in front of our friends and co-workers. I used to fantasise about Stacey and you in the chicken fight, but next year I know I would be fantasising about you giving one of my co-workers a blowjob in our bedroom," Bill had said.

Amber retold the conversation with Bill to Stacey.

A wicked glint lit up Stacey's face. "Oh, this is good. And where is Bill anyway?" Stacey asked, turning towards Amber.

"At work," Amber said.

"On a Saturday? Looks like he's trying to avoid you so that he doesn't lose the bet," Stacey said.

"Oh, it's nothing like that. Bill is working on a project for one of his major clients, and he wants to ensure that it is done before our anniversary. He promised he would take the day off so that we could spend time together," Amber said.

"Oh, that's nice. Well, then you better make the best of the little time he spends with you. So have you been teasing him to death?" Stacy asked with a smile.

"What? No," Amber said.

"Why not? God, I take back what I just said; you are such a prude," Stacy said.

"What do you mean? Did you forget about the part where my ass is literally on the line here?" Amber said.

"Yes, your ass is literally on the line here. That's what makes this more exciting and fun. This whole week of teasing would be more intense and naughty," Stacy said.

"How is that?" asked Amber, confused.

"You could tease Bill all you want after this deal is over, and there would be no consequence. The most that could happen is you and Bill have a quickie, but imagine how on edge Bill would be if you tease him mercilessly this week. It would be so intense; he would be so riled up and frustrated. And what do you think he would do about it? Whom do you think he would take it out on your anniversary?" Stacy said.

Amber thought about this for a moment and remembered how Bill acted a few days ago when they roleplayed and how frustrated he was because of wearing the condoms. The sex was rough and intense; both of them loved it. Maybe Stacey had a point.

"Who knows, maybe you might not get this chance again," said Stacey.

Amber thought maybe Stacey was right. It would be fun teasing Bill this week, knowing he can't do anything because the stakes are too high.

"I'm not asking you to fuck Bill and make him lose the bet. I'm just asking you to have fun and keep him on the edge," Stacy said.

Amber thought about this and didn't see the harm in teasing her husband. Like Stacey said, it could be exciting for the both of them.

"Ok, but what do I do?" Amber asked.

Stacey was glad her friend was on board with teasing Bill. "Oh, if there is one thing all the cheesy porn has taught us, it's how to act stupidly naughty," Stacey said with a grin.

Amber just gave her friend a confused look.

"Prance around wearing skimpy clothes, no more bras and panties in the house. Hell, greet him at the door completely naked. Bend over and wiggle that sexy ass of yours every chance you get, and watch some sexy movie together," Stacey said with a naughty smile. "Send him naughty pics and videos when he is at work. Make sure he has a constant boner this week."

Amber couldn't believe Stacey had thought of all these ideas off the top of her head. "And what about me? What if I get too horny with all the teasing?" Amber asked with a naughty smile.

Suddenly Stacey realised something. Because of this deal, Amber would not be getting any cock this entire week. It would be fun to tease her friend and see which cock she runs to; to get fucked and whom she would want to lose the deal. Staceey smiled at her friend, and she said, "Oh, Is my baby's pussy all wet? Do you want me to take care of your sweet pussy, honey?"

Amber had already been quite horny this morning, since the bet between Bill and Jack, knowing both of them were not going to fuck this whole week. It is true that you start craving something more the moment you know you can't have it. And all this talk about teasing Bill and the ideas Stacey suggested was turning her on. "Is that a promise?" Amber asked with a naughty smile as she spread her legs. Her summer dress hiking up as she moved her panties to the side, exposing her wet, sopping pussy to Stacey.

Stacy stared at her friend in disbelief. A couple of months ago, Amber would blush if Stacey talked cursed a little loud, but now here was her best friend, on her couch, so brazenly exposing her wet pussy, begging to fuck her. Stacey loved how bold and sexually confident her friend had become. She stared at Amber's dripping pussy and licked her lips. "Oh, the things I do for our friendship," Stacey said as she stripped off her T-shirt and moved towards the couch.

—-

MONDAY

Ding Dong.

The doorbell rang at Bill and Amber's house. Bill looked up from his device. He was just finishing his coffee while going through the news. Amber was getting ready to leave for work. Bill knew she was already running late because of the extra time she had spent in the shower this morning.

Bill opened the door to see Jack standing there with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

"Howdy, neighbor," Jack said in a cheerful voice.

"What do you want, Jack?" Bill asked in an annoyed voice.

"Just dropped by to say hello to my favorite neighbors and give your sweet wife a little gift," Jack said with a grin.

Bill just rolled his eyes and walked back to the dining room, letting Jack in. "You want some coffee?" Bill asked.

"Sure," Jack said, following Bill in.

Amber came down the stairs. "Hey honey, I'm running late," she said and stopped as she saw Jack sitting there with a cup of coffee along with her husband. "Jack, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, I just came by to give you these," Jack said as he pulled a strange-looking object from his shorts pocket and placed it on the dining table. It was U-shaped and pink in color.

Both Bill and Amber stared at the sex toy. They were both not prudes; of course, they knew it was a sex toy that could be controlled by a device like a phone or remote.

"What's that for?" Amber asked nervously.

"Oh, just a little something to spice up our little game," Jack said.

"You… You want me to wear it, like right now?" Amber asked.

"It would only take a minute," Jack said with an ugly grin.

Bill gulped, feeling his throat go dry. The idea of Jack controlling his wife's pussy for some reason turned him on.

Amber looked at Bill. He was staring at the sex toy on the table, but she could clearly make out the bulge forming in his pants. Well, if the idea of her submitting to Jack did excite him, why not go with it? Amber thought to herself. "Well, OK, I'll put it in," Amber said, reaching for the sex toy. She thought she could quickly go to the bathroom, insert the sex toy, and leave for work. The sooner she got this over with, the sooner she could get to work.

Jack stopped her and said, "Oh, but I want to put it in myself and right here in front of your husband," Jack said, giving Bill a smirk. "Now, be a good slut and lift up your skirt."

"You know, there is no need for that. I can do it myself." Amber said nervously as she looked between Bill and Jack.

"Lift your skirt, slut," Jack said impatiently.

Amber was facing Bill; her back was towards Jack as she slowly shimmed and lifted her skirt. Amber's cheeks were pink in embarrassment, matching the color of her lacy pink panties. She lifted her skirt until it was around her waist so that she didn't need to hold it, but her panty-covered ass and pussy were completely on display.

Bill wondered why Amber looked so nervous.

Jack hooked his fingers onto the sides of Amber's panties until they were bunched around her thighs. He stared at Amber's ass, suddenly roared with laughter and gave Amber's ass a hard slap.

SLAP.

"Oh, you fucking slut, what have we here?" Jack said as he laughed. He turned Amber so that her ass was now facing Bill.

Amber held on to Jack's shoulder for support and turned to face Bill.

Bill wondered what Jack was laughing about.

Jack took hold of Amber's ass cheeks and slowly parted them revealing a shining object.

Bill's eyes widened when he realised what he was seeing. Amber was wearing a butt plug with a small jewel in the end which was visible in between her plump ass cheeks.

Amber's cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink. Stacey had told her to wear the butt plug to work. She had said the more she used the butt plug, the more she would get used to her asshole being stretched. So, Amber had showered and used the lube to get the butt plug in her ass. Just the process of inserting the butt plug and the way it felt when she walked had turned on Amber.

Bill realized this was the reason for Amber spending extra time in the shower.

"Oh, I really like that you're taking initiative," Jack said, giving Amber's ass another slap.

SLAP.

Jack ran his fingers over Amber's pussy and realized how wet she already was. Even Bill could see Amber's pussy sticky with juices from across the room.

"So we won't be needing this, I suppose," Jack said with a laugh as he produced a bottle of lube from his pocket.

Despite what he said, Jack did add a generous amount of lube on the toy and slowly inserted it in Amber's pussy.

Fuck, Bill thought to himself as his cock strained in his pants. The sight of Amber standing in her professional attire, with her skirt bunched around her waist. She was standing in front of Jack and holding on to his shoulders for support. Jack gave Bill a shit-eating grin and licked Amber's pussy for a few moments before pushing the sex toy into his wife's pussy.

"I want you to take it only when you get back from work; until then you will leave the toy inside your pussy. You got that slut," Jack said, as he gave Amber's ass a hard slap to emphasize his point.

"Yes, Daddy," Amber whimpered as she slowly pulled up her panties and lowered her skirt.

"Now, why don't you kiss your sweet hubby goodbye before you leave for work?" Jack said.

Amber obliged as she pulled down her skirt and moved towards her husband. Just when she leaned in for a kiss and their lips met.

Jack turned on the toy, causing Amber to groan against Bill's lips. "Oh fuck," Amber said, as she squirmed and cupped her pussy over her skirt.

Jack let out another roar of laughter, watching the expressions on both their faces. "That's enough. Didn't you say you were late for work?" Jack asked, grinning wickedly at the control he had over the couple in front of him.

Amber just nodded as she looked into Bill's eyes and walked towards the front door squirming.

Bill just stared at his wife in disbelief. He was incredibly turned on watching Amber obey Jack's every command like an obedient puppy.

"Well, that was fun. Thanks for the coffee, Bill," Jack said, as he too walked out the front door, leaving a stunned Bill with a hard-on behind.

—-

Amber was walking down the hospital corridor, her skin flushed. She dabbed at the bead of sweat with her handkerchief. Fuck, she thought to herself, constantly aware of the low buzz of the toy inside her pussy. Amber didn't think she could make it through the day. She had been squirming throughout her last meeting with the hospital administration, and suddenly, when she felt the buzz increase in speed, she almost came right there, in front of a room full of her colleagues. Amber rushed out of the meeting, citing some stupid excuse, and rushed to the nearest restroom. But to her frustration, the toy had reduced speed, leaving her in a panting mess. Amber saw Stacey approaching her.

"So, how has your day been?" Stacey asked with a cheerful smile.

"Yeah, good, I guess," Amber said nervously.

"A little birdy told me about Jack's visit to your home this morning. Honestly, I feel a little left out," Stacey said with a little pout.

"Yes, it's just… Oh fuck," Amber said, as she suddenly felt the toy's intense vibrations against her clit. Her knees buckled, and she had to hold on to Stacey's arm for support. Her cheeks turned pink, knowing she had to explain what was going on to Stacey. But she needn't have worried.

"So you are wearing the toy," Stacey said, in a low voice and a cheeky grin.

"Fuck," Amber asked, looking around as she clutched her crotch desperately, trying to make the toy slow down. "It's been driving me crazy all morning," she said as her knees buckled. The sex toy was sending pulsating vibrations against her G-spot. Amber looked around to make sure no one was watching; she must look like a woman who is about to pee herself.

"Who do you think gave Jack the idea?" Stacey said with a naughty grin.

"Oh, you bitch," Amber said when realization hit her. She was squirming and clutching her pussy. Fuck, the vibrator felt so good on her pussy. Any other day she would have loved to use it at home, but this was one serious hazard at work. Amber couldn't decide if she loved this or hated it.

"And it was me who bought it as well," Stacey said, enjoying every moment of watching her best friend struggling not to cum.

Amber was now bent over desperately, trying to hold in her moans of pleasure. Just then she realized that it was Stacey who had convinced her to wear the butt plug, and she knew Jack would come over this morning to make her give her the vibrator. The sly bitch had planned it knowing she would have to show Bill and Jack the butt plug. Just when Amber looked up, she heard a click of the phone camera.

Stacey was holding up her phone with a wicked grin. "Oh, just something for the boys," she said as she sent the photo to Jack and Bill with the caption, 'Amber is really enjoying her new toy.'.

"I'm going to get you for this, you slut," Amber groaned at her friend.

"Oh, and by the way, did you know that the little vibrator in your pussy can be controlled by two different devices?" Stacey said with a wicked grin as she increased the speed on her phone.

"Oh, you fucking bitch," Amber moaned as she dropped to her knees holding her crotch.

"You have a nice day too, Dr. Amber," Stacey said, as she leaned down and gave a sharp slap on Amber's ass as she walked away, with a naughty laugh.

—

It was Tuesday evening. Bill was finishing up with some work on his laptop, knowing Amber would be home soon. When he heard the front door open and close, "Hey honey, how was your day?". Bill asked, knowing by the clicking of heels it was Amber. When he heard a second pair of heels, Bill got up to see who was with Amber.

Stacey was standing with Amber with an overnight bag and smiled at Bill. "Hi, Bill."

"Hey, Stacey," Bill said with a smile and looked at Amber.

Amber moved to Bill and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "Good, just a slow day at the hospital. How was yours? Oh, there is some plumbing issue at Stacey's apartment. I told her she could stay with us for the night; I hope that's okay," Amber said.

"Of course," Bill said, looking at Stacey.

"Thanks, Bill. It's just for tonight," Stacy said.

"I was just about to order some dinner for us. Chinese, okay with you?" Bill asked, looking at both the women.

"Sounds great." Both of them said in unison and giggled.

"Let us change into something more comfortable," Amber said.

An hour later, all three of them had finished dinner and were enjoying some wine, watching some mindless entertainment in the TV room. They realized that it had been long since they hung out together like this and agreed to meet up more often. They were having fun bantering and were a little buzzed.

Bill and Amber were seated on the couch while Stacey was seated on the recliner. When Bill went to grab another bottle of wine, Stacey had moved on to the couch with Amber. Bill didn't mind and sat on his recliner. Honestly, Bill had to admit it was hot, just watching Amber and Stacey so close to each other. Maybe it was the wine, but Bill could clearly see Amber and Stacey were more comfortable with each other after what had happened between them. They were definitely more touchy and flirtatious and exchanged secret glances between them. Bill could feel the sexual tension between the two. Despite the couch being big enough, Amber and Stacy were seated close to each other, with their arms and legs touching. Bill didn't realize he had been staring at them until he heard Amber say.

"What?" Amber asked with a giggle.

"What?" Bill asked.

"Oh, I know that look. It's the one you get on your face when you're thinking of something naughty," Amber said in a teasing tone.

"Oh, do tell," Stacy said eagerly.

There is no point hiding things from Amber; she would get it out of him eventually, and with everything that they had been through, there was no reason to hide from Stacey either. So, Bill just decided to go for it. "Well, I can't stop imagining what the two of you were up to in that exact same spot, the last time you girls had a sleepover," Bill said.

"Oh, Bill, you are such a pervert," Amber chastised, lovingly.

"Or… or the last time we were all here… when you walked in on us having a threesome with Jack," Stacey said, with a naughty smile.

Amber blushed pink.

Bill felt his throat go dry. His cock began to stir at the memory of watching these two gorgeous women with their ugly neighbor.

There was an awkward silence for a moment.

"Chill, you two. It was fun. We are all adults here," Stacey said, lightening the mood. "Oh, and talking about threesomes. I heard about your little deal with Jack and the threesome on your anniversary. That is wicked hot, and I wanted to let you guys know I'm all in," Stacey said.

Both Bill and Amber looked at Stacey and laughed. Bill realized they had never discussed their little deal with Stacey but just took it for granted she would be ok with sleeping with anyone.

"I'm sorry, Stacey. We never asked if you would be OK with the threesome. You know, with Jack or me," Bill asked.

"Oh, don't be silly; of course I'm more than OK," Stacey said.

Bill let out a sigh of relief.

"I know it would be your anniversary, and it would be a special day for you both. I really do like you, Bill, and I know you have a nice cock. And with everything Amber has told me, I know you can fuck. I would love to have a threesome with both of you. We could really have some naughty fun. And you get to fuck Amber's ass for the first time. Well, that would be so hot and dirty," Stacey said unashamedly.

Amber gave her friend a light slap on her arm.

Bill's cock stiffened hearing Stacey casually talk so dirty.

"But if you lose," Amber said, with a wicked smile and paused.

This caught Bill and Amber's attention.

"I know Jack gets to fuck us both. And knowing that old, dirty pervert, it's going to be one hot, sweaty, messy threesome. Your ugly neighbor even gets to pop your wife's anal cherry right in front of you. And all this on your anniversary, your special day. Fuck, that is nasty." Stacey said, in a sultry voice.

Suddenly the sexual tension in the room amplified by a hundred times.

Bill gulped hearing Stacey's filthy words.

Amber let out a soft groan hearing her friend talk so dirty.

Stacey just had a wicked grin and said, "Being the gorgeous pervert that I am. I would choose nasty over dirty any day. I'm sorry, Bill. I'm rooting for that ugly old bastard to win this one."

Stacey looked at Amber and Bill and knew both of them were excited by what she said. She knew it was time to have a little fun and tip the scales a bit.

Stacey turned towards her Amber and could see how excited she was. Stacey leaned in and softly kissed Amber softly at first. Then their kiss turned heated, as their tongues explored each other's lips and mouth… Both the women forgot Bill was in the room with them.

When they finally pulled apart, Amber turned to Bill, who was sitting there with his mouth gaping and his cock rock hard in his pants.

Stacey smiled knowing she had Bill's attention. She stood up slowly and turned around.

Bill's attention was immediately drawn to Stacey's plump jiggly ass. He looked up to see the naughty glint in Stacey's eyes.

Stacey's lips were a pout, blowing Bill a sexy kiss as she bounced her ass. She hooked her fingers in her waistband and slowly lowered both her sleep shorts and thong. She left them below her ass cheeks and gave her a sharp slap, making her fleshy bottom jiggle. Stacey then took hold of her ass cheeks and pried them apart, giving Bill a peek at her puckered asshole.

"Fuck," Bill gasped squeezing his cock.

"And just to give you a little incentive, if you lose this bet, Bill," Stacey said in a sultry voice, "I will let you fuck my ass."

"Oh fuck," Bill groaned, at the sight of Stacey's delicious asshole winking at him.

Stacey smiled wickedly as she moved forward on the couch, getting on all fours and holding on to the backrest. "Get to work, slut," Stacey said, looking at her friend.

Amber didn't need to be told twice. She dropped to her knees behind Stacey and ran her tongue along her slit. And just like that, the room was filled with sucking and slurping sounds as Amber began licking Stacey's pussy eagerly.

Stacey let out a loud moan, not holding back as Amber's tongue lashed at her wet pussy. Stacey felt so powerful having both Bill and Amber under her control. Stacey's huge melons were hanging low and swayed like udders.

Bill was mesmerized by her bouncing tits and wanted to latch on to them. As if on cue Stacey pinched and tugged at her nipples with her free hand. He never expected the evening to take such a wild turn but was enjoying every moment of the sapphic scene unfolding in front of him. He was amazed by how submissive Amber was with Stacey. Despite having seen them on the video call before, watching these two gorgeous women in person drove him wild. The smell of their arousal and their loud moans, were a sight to behold.

Stacey looked at Bill and saw his straining cock. "Pull out your cock, Bill. Stroke it for me. Stroke your cock watching your slut wife eat my pussy," Stacey said.

Bill pulled out his hard cock and began stroking it. He noticed how Stacey looked at it longingly and gave him a naughty smile.

"If it's any consolation, I would like to have a threesome with you guys someday," Stacey said. "Now show your husband your new little trick, bitch."

Stacey and Amber were angled in a way that Amber could look Bill straight in the eye as she slowly drew her tongue from Stacey's pussy along her ass crack all the way up to her tailbone.

Amber gave a naughty wink and began lapping at Stacey's rosebud. Amber loved the taste of her friend's ass and began drilling the puckered hole with her tongue.

"Shit," Bill said, stroking his cock faster, watching his wife toss her best friend's ass.

"Oh fuck, that's it, baby. Show your husband what a good ass-licking slut you are," Stacey groaned as she pinched and tugged on her nipples.

Bill watched his wife rim her friend in amazement. For someone who was not into anal play a few weeks ago, it was amazing watching Amber so comfortably licking, sucking, and tongue-fucking her friend's asshole.

Stacey reached behind and held Amber in place and began to hump her ass on her friend's face. "Oh shit, does your wife ever do this for you, Bill? Has she ever tongue-fucked your asshole? Has she ever stuck her tongue so deep in your ass that you want to cum on her pretty face? Rimjobs for me, blowjobs for Jack, but nothing for you. Poor baby. Fuck, we really are teaching you a lot about your wife, aren't we, Bill?" Stacey groaned.

Stacey moaned loudly as Amber pushed her tongue deep into her ass and slipped two fingers into Stacey's pussy.

"Oh shit. Oh yes. Just like that. Push your tongue deep in my ass, baby. Oh fuck, I'm cumming," Stacey groaned as her thighs trembled.

Amber doubled her efforts and played with Stacey's clit.

Bill was amazed how quickly Amber had become an expert pussy pleaser.

"Oh fuck. Yes. right there. Don't stop," Stacey said, as she came hard on Amber's tongue.

Stacey turned around and sat on the couch, catching her breath as she came down from her orgasm. Stacey had to agree; her friend was getting pretty good at this quickly.

Amber had a huge smile plastered on her sticky face as she saw the satisfied look on her friend's face.

Stacey kissed Amber, tasting herself on her friend's tongue. She made Amber stand up in front of her and let Amber's shorts drop down her legs. Amber was facing Stacey, and her back was to Bill. A wicked idea flashed through her mind. Stacey made Amber spread her legs wider and lowered Amber's panties until they were just above her knees. Amber held on to Stacey's shoulder for support. "How about we play a little game of our own?" Stacey said, looking at Amber and Bill.

"I'm going to make your wife cum right now, in front of you," Stacey said. As she squeezed Amber's ass. "If she lets the panties drop onto the floor, then I get to sleep in your bed with your wife tonight, and you will sleep in the guest bedroom," Stacey said with a wicked smile.

Bill was so turned on watching Amber and Stacey. He didn't want it to end. Maybe they will let him watch. The worst thing that could happen if he lost this bet was his wife having a night of mind-blowing orgasms with her best friend. Well, at least one of them would go to bed sexually satisfied. Bill just nodded in agreement as he slowly stroked his cock, knowing he was already on the edge of cumming from watching these two sex goddesses.

"Are you up for it, slut?" Stacey said, giving Amber's ass a slap.

SLAP. SLAP.

Amber moaned in agreement.

Stacey dove in, licking and sucking on her best friend's slit. Stacey hungrily lapped at her best friend's cunt, tasting her sweet nectar.

Amber held on to Stacey's shoulder tighter for support.

Bill watched, holding his breath, as his wife's legs trembled, causing the panties to slip an inch down.

Stacey flicked and sucked on her clit.

Amber groaned in pleasure as she slowly began moving her hips, wanting more contact with Stacey's tongue. This caused her panties to slip further down, almost to her knees. "Oh fuck," Amber groaned in frustration.

Stacey, knowing her friend's weakness, drew back and gave Bill a wicked smile before giving a hard smack on Amber's ass. She rubbed Amber's clit with one hand, and with the other, she slowly reached behind and rubbed her fingers along Amber's puckered hole.

"Fuck," Amber groaned, knowing she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

"Oh yes," Stacey said with a wicked grin and winked at Bill as she slipped a finger into Amber's asshole.

"Oh my god," Amber moaned as her legs began trembling.

Bill himself knew Amber didn't stand a chance once Stacey began playing with her asshole. He stroked his cock faster, watching Amber's ass cheeks clench around Stacey's finger. Bill knew she was close to cumming.

"Cum for me, slut. Show your husband how you come while having your ass fucked," Stacey said. She gave one last push as she latched onto Amber's clit and added another finger in Amber's asshole and began fucking the puckered hole.

Amber's hips humped Stacey's tongue, moving forward, and pushed Stacey's fingers deeper into her ass as she moved back. The pleasure from both ends pushing her over the edge. Amber held Stacey's head in place as her knees buckled and the panties dropped to the floor. "Aaaaahhhh, fuck," Amber moaned as her orgasm ripped through her.

"Holy shit," Bill said, as he watched his wife orgasm on her friend's tongue. Bill realized there was something so sexy about watching Amber cum standing up. The way her hands and legs trembled, her ass clenched, and her thighs shivered as the orgasm coursed through her body. Bill came hard watching Amber and shot his load all over his chest, abs, and hands.

Amber collapsed into Stacey's arms, panting for breath.

Stacey saw a spent Bill covered in his own cum and smiled. "Oh, don't worry, Bill. I'll take good care of your wife tonight. We are far from done," Stacey said as she gave Amber's sweaty ass a hard smack.

Bill suddenly felt something hit him on his chest. He picked it up and realized it was Stacey's thong. It was soaking wet. He looked up to see Stacey looking at him.

"I heard you have a thing for dirty panties," Stacey said with a naughty smile. "Enjoy," Stacey said, giving him a pouty kiss.

Bill's cock spasmed at the sight as he held Stacey's soaking wet thong.

"I'm going to fuck your wife so good, she can't walk straight tomorrow. I'm going to make her fucking scream my name all night," Stacey said with a wicked grin. "Come on, slut. Time for round two. Kiss your hubby goodnight before we head to your bedroom."

Amber slowly got up and moved to Bill in a sexual daze and kissed him hard and walked back to Stacey.

"Oh, and by the way, I have packed my strap-on, especially for your sweet wife tonight," Stacey said with a laugh as she gave Amber's ass a hard slap.

SLAP.

"Fuck," Bill groaned as his cock twitched.

—

By the time Bill had cleaned himself and gone upstairs, he could hear the familiar squeaking of their bed and loud moans of his sweet wife begging Stacey to fuck her hard. The bedroom door was shut, so Bill walked to the guest bedroom, which shared a wall. It was a long time before Bill fell asleep after jerking off twice more smelling Stacey's thong while listening to Amber and Stacey in the next room.

Bill woke up early the next day and went for a run to clear his head. When he got back and was having some OJ while going through his mail. He heard footsteps and turned to see Stacey walking down the stairs, freshly showered.

"Morning, Bill," Stacey said cheerfully.

"Morning," Bill said awkwardly. What do you say to someone who just fucked your wife's brains out all night?

"Sorry, I'm running late. I need to leave, but last night was fun. Oh, and I'm sorry about the mess. And if I were you, I would let your sweet wife sleep in a bit after the night we had, you know," Stacey said as she gave Bill a naughty wink and left.

Bill slowly walked upstairs and opened the door to their bedroom.

"Fuck," he said to himself in a low voice. Stacey wasn't kidding about the mess.

The bedroom reeked of sex. The sheets were strung about. The pillows were on the ground. Bill could make out several large wet spots on their bed. The Jack dildo Bill had bought Amber a few days ago was on the ground, still sticky with sexual fluids. There was an empty bottle of lube, a butt plug, and a string of anal beads lying on the nightstand. Where the hell did those come from, Bill thought to himself.

Amber was lying face down, splayed on their bed. Her body was flushed, her thighs still wet and sticky, and her ass bright red with all the spanking. They must have had an early morning fuck before Stacey left, Bill thought to himself.

Bill's cock was rock hard, and all he wanted was to fuck his wife. Bill leaned slowly, inspecting between Amber's splayed legs. "Fuck," he groaned at the sight of Amber's pussy. It looked so ripe, puffy, and sore, still glistening from their last fuck. Bill couldn't resist. He was desperate and got down on his knees and slowly ran his tongue over Amber's pussy.

Amber groaned and rolled over sleepily. She splayed her legs wider, exposing her pussy.

Bill leaned in again and ran his tongue all over Amber's pussy. He softly licked her puffy lips.

Amber groaned and ran her fingers through Bill's hair, slowly guiding his tongue where she needed it the most. Bill's soft tongue felt so soothing against her sore pussy.

Bill licked and kissed Amber's pussy and slowly pulled out his cock. He jerked himself as he licked his wife's pussy. Bill came quickly, spurting his cum on the floor while Amber came in his mouth.

'Fuck, she is driving me crazy.' Bill thought to himself.

—

BEEP.

A text notification on Bill's phone caught his attention. Bill had just finished with a meeting and was on his way to his office. It was a message from Stacey and had an image attachment.

Stacey was standing in Amber's office, with her scrubs pooled around her feet. Amber was on her knees behind her, her face buried between Stacey's ass cheeks. It had a caption: 'Hope you had your lunch, Bill? Amber's just having some salad. :) '

"Fuck," Bill groaned as he saw the image on his screen and decided to take a detour to the men's washroom to rub one out.

—

Bill got back from work early that day. He was horny and distracted all day with the photos Amber had sent him all day. As he looked around for Amber and heard voices coming from the TV room, Bill walked in the direction and was shocked by what he saw there.Amber was sitting on the couch, wearing nothing but one of his T-shirts with her legs spread wide open. She was brazenly masturbating to a video on the TV screen. In all his married life, even Bill had never watched porn on his huge TV screen, but here was his beautiful wife, openly watching porn and masturbating. Bill was amazed at how far they had come these past couple of months.

"Need a hand?" Bill asked, thinking he could shock Amber. But it was Bill who was surprised to see Amber's reaction.

"About time you got back," Amber said with a sultry smile. Amber did not try to turn off the screen or cover herself. Instead. She gave Bill a naughty smile as she spread her legs wider, displaying her sopping, wet pussy, and beckoned him over with her finger. Amber knew she had timed it right when she heard Bill's car in the driveway.

"Fuck," Bill groaned as he approached his wife.

Amber continued slowly fingering her wet pussy as she said, "I couldn't help it, baby. I was editing the videos for your anniversary present, and I got so horny."

Bill then realised Amber was watching one of the videos she had taken with Jack and turned his attention to the TV screen. He slowly walked towards the couch and sat beside Amber.

As if on cue, Amber's voice from the TV said, {[italic]}"You're such an asshole." I can't believe you're making me do this… in my office at work no less."{[/italic]}

"Fuck," Bill thought to himself as he stared at the scene on the screen. He immediately recognised Amber's office. Amber had confessed that Jack had fucked her in her office, and since then Bill had been plagued with several questions. How did Jack convince Amber into it? What position did they do it in? Did they make a video of it? Bill guessed he was about to find out. Bill's eyes were glued to the TV as he sat beside his wife. He felt Amber's hands on his hard cock immediately.

Amber slowly worked Bill's zipper and pulled out his throbbing cock. She could feel his pulse through his rock-hard cock and could see her husband already liked what he saw on the screen.

Bill had always found Amber in her professional attire so sexy. He also knew how much Amber took her professional career seriously. Bill had fantasised countless times about a doctor-patient roleplay but assumed Amber would think he was demeaning her profession and never agree. So the idea of Amber doing something so taboo in her office with someone like Jack made Bill's cock throb.

On the TV, Amber turned her attention to the camera and spoke in a venomous tone, {[italic]}'And you. Look what you've done. Because of your fantasy, Jack is going to get to fuck me all over my office. Something even you haven't done! Does that make you happy? Well, you better watch good. I'm going to fuck him sooo good baby. Stroke your pa-the-tic cock and watch as a real cock fucks me.'{[/italic]}

"Fuck," Bill groaned at Amber's mean words. His cock twitched in Amber's hands.

Amber smiled at her husband's reaction. Before, Amber would have been conscious of how bitchy she was being on screen, but now she knows Bill loved watching her act so bad and say mean things. Amber smiled as she felt her husband's cock twitch in her hands at the mean words.

Amber had stripped slowly and was now standing in just her white see-through bra and a thong. Damn, she looked sexy as hell; if only her co-workers knew what Amber was wearing to work every day, Bill thought internally.

As if reading his mind, Jack on screen said, {[italic]}"Man Bill. You sure have one hell of a wife."{[/italic]} Jack said, looking Amber up and down. {[italic]}"I mean look at her, dressed all sophisticated on the outside but dressed so naughty on the inside."{[/italic]}

Jack then instructed Amber to wear her doctor's coat again, giving her a sexy doctor look.

{[italic]}"Now… 'doctor' why don't you give me a checkup?"{[/italic]} Jack said.

As cheesy as the roleplay was on screen, Bill's cock twitched and oozed precum watching his sexy wife perform for their ugly neighbour.

As the roleplay continued, Amber was on her knees and soon sucking on Jack's huge cock.

Both Amber and Bill's attention was on screen, but their hands were stroking each other. Bill could feel how wet Amber was as soon as his fingers slipped through her wet folds.

{[italic]}"So did you tell your little husband about the plan we had for him?"{[/italic]} asked Jack.

Bill was confused about what Jack was talking about.

{[italic]}"Yes, I told him… " Amber said, glancing at the camera seductively, "I told him exactly what you told me to say. He's going to wear condoms while I let you fuck me raw. My own husband has to wear condoms while my despicable neighbor gets to fuck me however he wants!"{[/italic]}

{[italic]}"Sorry buddy, don't blame her, it was my idea. You don't have to thank me either, I thought it would be a fun little add on to her already naughty gift. I bet you can't wait to slide your dick inside her wet pussy. To tell you the truth, I can't wait either!" Jack said while laughing.{[/italic]}

"Fuck," Bill groaned at Jack's wicked idea and that Amber had convinced him about. The thought of Amber, his loving wife, acting evil, siding with their despicable neighbour, and acting as his accomplice excited Bill. All these days, when he was so frustrated having to use condoms and looking forward to their anniversary while their arrogant neighbour had been fucking his wife raw, made his heart ache with jealousy and angst.

Amber groaned. She couldn't recognise herself on screen-the way she was acting and saying all those dirty words. The hard cock throbbing in her hand reassured her that Bill loved how slutty she was being.

Just then Jack on screen said, {[italic]}"Hey what's up Bill?"{[/italic]} on his phone.

Amber moaned, remembering how Jack had spoken to Bill, asking to borrow their power drill, which he never needed, all the while Amber was sucking on Jack's cock.

"Holy shit, I can't believe you did that," Bill said, staring at the screen as his wife looked straight at the camera with a naughty smile and began sucking on their asshole neighbor's cock with even more enthusiasm. Bill couldn't believe how naughty Amber was being, but he was also surprised at how oblivious he had been all these days. The phone camera was picking up all the sounds Amber was making as she slobbered on Jack's cock, but somehow he had never realised what was going on at the time while talking to Jack.

When Jack on screen said, {[italic]}"Well hey I really appreciate letting me borrow your 'things' I'll make sure I don't break it too much or anything."{[/italic]}

Bill himself felt a little stupid for being so oblivious. When Jack had cut the call, he was holding Amber's hair with one hand as he used her mouth like a pussy, fucking her hard and fast. Bill gulped at the sight of his loving wife being used like a sex toy. He had never been so rough with Amber before, but he could clearly see how aroused Amber was getting facefucked by their arrogant neighbour.

{[italic]}"God! Fuck yes! Look at you take that cock!" Jack groaned, "Before you were too shy to even suck your husband's own cock and now I'm using your mouth as if it's a pussy in your own office! Watch this Bill. Watch as I corrupt your beautiful wife!" Jack taunted Bill as he fucked Amber's throat.{[/italic]}

"Fuck, Bill. Since you can't use your little dick, can you use your tongue, Honey?" Amber said with a mocking smile as she slid down the couch. She got on all fours on the couch beside Bill. Both of them were facing sideways but from their angle could still see the action on the TV. Amber looked back at Bill with a seductive smile as she slowly wiggled her ass.

"Oh, you're so bad," Bill said as he dove between her legs. He began hungrily lapping on Amber's wet pussy as he watched the debauchery on TV. His nose was pressed against Amber's asshole and he took a deep whiff of the musty scent of his wife's behind. Bill was feeling lightheaded as his senses were being overloaded by the scent and taste of Amber.

On screen, Jack was slapping his thick, wet cock all over Amber's face, coating it in slobber.

{[italic]}"Yes, I'm such a slut for your cock… daddy. My husband should have never told me his stupid fantasy, now I'm on my knees in my own office sucking this 'fat' thing."{[/italic]} Amber said, staring at Jack.

"Holy fuck," Amber groaned as she felt her husband's tongue on her pussy. She had been edging herself all day, waiting for Bill. The feeling of Bill's warm, wet tongue sent jolts of pleasure through her body. She pushed her ass back, trying to get more of her husband's tongue deeper into her aching pussy.

When Bill looked up at the screen, his heart skipped a beat at the depraved scene. Amber was wearing just her white bra and heels, and she was bent over her desk with Jack's cock slowly pushing into her pussy. Bill mirrored the action on screen by pushing two of fingers inside Amber's dripping wet pussy.

{[italic]}"Ohhh, fuck, fuck. Jack… shit it's so fucking big."{[/italic]} Amber moaned on screen.

Bill then saw the screen shift, and all he could see was Jack and Amber's lower bodies. He could see Jack's cock sliding easily into Amber's wet pussy and realised Jack was fucking Amber raw without a condom. He could see Jack's cock coated in Amber's pussy juice and realised how wet she was. The grunts from Jack and the way Amber's pussy was gripping his cock each time he pulled out told Bill how much their old neighbour was enjoying fucking his wife bareback.

Bill could not see either of their faces, but he could mentally picture Amber's face contorted in pleasure as Jack sawed his thick cock in and out of his wife's pussy. He moved his fingers in pace with Jack's cock on-screen, finger fucking his wife's pussy deeper and faster.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

Bill looked up to see Amber's ass red and ripe covered in Jack's hand prints as he spanked his wife's ass.

Amber suddenly laughed while watching the screen.

"What is it?" Bill asked.

"Based on the angle of the camera, I just realised something," Amber said with a naughty smile.

Bill was confused about why that mattered.

"You remember that wedding photo I have on my desk?" Amber said with a wicked smile.

"Oh, you evil slut," Bill said as he realised what Amber was implying. He cock throbbed and oozed precum which did not go unnoticed by Amber.

Amber laughed seeing Bill's reaction. "Oh, you like that, baby? You like that I used our wedding photo to prop the camera, while Jack fucked me." Amber couldn't believe how mean she was being, but the look on Bill's face and his twitching cock told her how much he loved it.

Amber suddenly had a naughty idea and looked back at her husband. "Honey, I'm sorry, baby. But your tongue and fingers are just not enough. Could you grab the dildo on the side table?" Amber said in a teasing tone.

It was then that Bill noticed the 'Jack' dildo that he had bought his wife a couple of days ago was sitting on the side table with a bottle of lube beside it. Amber had really planned this through, Bill thought to himself as he grabbed the dildo and squirted a generous amount of lube on it.

Bill felt strangely nervous holding a silicon cock, as he teased Amber's entrance with the thick head of the dildo.

Amber moaned in anticipation of what was to come. She watched her husband's erection throbbing and squeezed it. Amber knew Bill was turned on as much as she was. She gave her sexiest bedroom eyes and said, "Oh, please, honey, don't tease me. Fuck me with that thick cock."

Bill slowly pushed the tip of the dildo against Amber's pussy. Bill was mesmerised by the way Amber's wet pussy lips opened up, accepting the huge intruder. He held his breath as he watched Amber's pussy slowly stretch and swallow the cock, inch by inch.

"Oh fuck, Jack's cock feels so good, baby," Amber moaned, reminding Bill of who was fucking her.

Bill slowly withdrew the thick shaft again and watched how Amber's pussy clung to the dildo as if not wanting to let go. He saw Amber's pussy juice coat the thick dildo as he pushed it back in, filling his wife's yearning fuckhole.

"Oh shit, do you see it, baby? Do you see how much more Jack's cock is filling me up than you, honey?" Amber moaned.

Bill was not sure if Amber meant Jack's cock on screen or the dildo but Amber's dirty words made his cock rock hard. Everytime he pulled the dildo out from Amber's pussy, it was getting more and more slick, covered in his wife's pussy honey.

"You like this, Bill? You like watching Jack's cock stretch my pussy, baby?" Amber asked.

Bill didn't say anything but thought about the last time they roleplayed; he was pretending to be Jack and fucked Amber. But this time they were roleplaying with the dildo, and he wasn't even fucking her. He fucked Amber with the dildo, wondering if this is how it would feel if Jack won the bet and really fucked Amber on their anniversary. He was mesmerised by how quickly Amber's pussy had adapted to the size of the thick silicon cock.

Amber was on the edge of an orgasm. She just needed that last push, but the way Bill was fucking her with the dildo was just not enough to get her there.

"Oh Bill, push it in deeper and faster, baby. You know Jack doesn't hold back like you. He fucks me like I'm his slut, like I'm a cheap whore. He knows how to fuck your wife properly. His fat cock turns me into a slut and gives me mind-numbing orgasms more than your pathetic little cock. So fuck me harder with that dildo like you always wanted, like you can never fuck me, Bill," Amber said through gritted teeth. Amber couldn't believe how mean she was being, but just the cruel words coming from her own mouth were enough to push her over the edge.

The mean words stung Bill like a whip; it was like a dagger through his chest, but his cock throbbed in anger and lust. He began pushing the dildo in faster and deeper, fucking Amber's pussy hard.

The orgasm hit Amber quickly. She came hard just from the sting she felt from uttering such cruel words and Bill had angled the dildo in a right position hitting one of her sensitive spots.

As Amber was catching her breath as she came down from her orgasm, Bill slowly withdrew the messy dildo from his wife's pussy. The mushroom head of the sex toy came out with a plopping sound, and Bill threw it to the side. He stared at Amber's slightly gaping pussy and his mouth watered.

Amber could see the hunger in Bill's eyes and knew he wanted to taste her. Amber remembered another naught idea in the videos she had watched and decided to push her husband further with his perverted fantasy.

"Wait baby, You just saw how Jack fucked me raw and he just pumped a huge load in my pussy, honey. My pussy feels so full with his thick jizz. Are you sure you want to do this?" Amber said in a sultry tone as she swayed her hips softly, agonizing Bill.

"Fuck, your so evil," Bill groaned. Bill knew Jack may have fucked her raw on the video but he had just used the silicon dildo on her pussy but still the way Amber was teasing him and what she implied driving him wild. He knew he would never stoop so low to eat a creampie but at the same time, right at that moment, he badly wanted to taste his wife's pussy. Just then a drop of pussy juice slowly rolled down Amber's pussy, threatening to drip down. It looked like one of those nature documentaries where drops of dew hung low from a flower. Bill licked his lips staring into his wife's dewy pussy. If he did eat her pussy, what would that mean?

Amber could see the dilemma on her husband's face and found it so cute Bill was so hesitant because of some imaginary jizz. The devil on her shoulder told her to taunt him even more and Amber smiled wickedly.

"Go on, honey. I know you want to. I'm not going to judge you, I promise. Maybe just lean in and take a deep whiff of your wife's well fucked pussy," Amber teased, the drop of pussy juice hung low from her pussy with just a strand holding it.

Bill without thinking obeyed Amber, leaning in and took a deep breath. The scent of her pussy was like a drug to Bill.

"Are you going to be one of those husbands, baby? Someone who cleans up after their bull makes a huge mess in my pussy? Show me baby, use your tongue on my ruined cunt," Amber hissed.

By now, Bill was a mess, gooning and panting like a dog with his tongue out, hypnotised by Amber's pussy and winking asshole. He saw it in slow motion as the drop of pussy juice broke from the thin strand, Bill dove tongue first and lapped Amber's pussy nectar into his mouth. He clamped his mouth around Amber's pusy sucking it in.

"Oh fuck," Amber jerked forward by the force in which Bill's face pushed into her.

Bill's face was buried in between Amber's ass cheeks. He didn't care anymore about how Amber was taunting him. His tongue licked from her pussy to her ass crack, savouring Amber's delicious juicy pussy and ass. He began lapping on Amber's pussy and ass hungrily.

They shifted position, so that Amber was on all fours, holding the backrest of the couch while Bill was kneeling behind her on the ground. His face was in level with her ass and pussy while his cock was rubbing against her feet. He groaned as his cock rubbed against Amber's feet. Just the sensation of feeling Amber's skin on his cock was driving him wild. It was an odd position, but Bill spread his legs a little wide so that he could lower his cock and began thrusting harder at Amber's feet.

Amber could feel her husband's cock rubbing against her feet, and the pre-cum oozing on her skin told her how much he enjoyed the contact. She smiled at how on screen Jack was fucking her pussy raw while her husband was desperate for even a footjob. Since Bill had been such a good husband, she decided to tease and indulge him. Amber parted her feet slightly the next time Bill's cock pushed between them and held it tight.

Bill was confused at first, but as his hips moved and so did Amber's feet, he let out a groan. He lifted his head from Amber's pussy and slowly began pushing more deliberately between Amber's feet as it gripped his cock tight.

Despite it being a little humiliating, Bill didn't care as he humped Amber's feet with abandon. His mind was filled with lust and would settle for any contact from his wife.

On screen, the phone had fallen down and the screen went dark, but it picked up the sounds of the fucking going on in the office. The room was filled with Amber's moans and Jack's grunts of pleasure.

Amber could see how frustrated Bill was as he fucked her feet desperately. At least this was one thing she was giving Bill first before Jack, Amber thought to herself.

Amber could feel Bill was close and also knew how to push her husband's buttons.

"You like that, Bill. You like knowing all this time, while you have been working hard at the office, I have been sneaking around behind your back, getting fucked by our despicable neighbour," Amber said in a sultry voice.

Bill gave Amber's ass a sharp slap while humping his cock in between her feet.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Yes, baby, punish me for being such a slut," Amber groaned. Each slap on her ass made her pussy gush.

"Oh shit," Bill grunted as he moved his hips faster, fucking Amber's feet.

Amber tightened the grip around Bill's cock.

"How does it feel, baby? How does it feel to be the guy who is humping my feet like a horny dog while Jack has been fucking me like a bitch in heat, stretching my pussy with his fat cock?

"Oh, you fucking slut," Bill groaned.

"Yes, honey, I'm a fucking slut. I'm Jack's fucking slut. A man that you hate has been stuffing his bare cock in your wife's pussy and using me like a fucking whore all the while you had to use condoms. Yes, baby, our asshole neighbour has been painting my face and pumping my pussy with his thick, potent cum," Amber hissed.

The images of Jack's cocks spurting thick ropes of cum on Amber's face, on her tits, ass, and in her pussy flashed through Bill's mind. The image of Amber's thoroughly fucked body, covered in sweat and Jack's cum, her ass and pussy gaping and leaking cum pushed Bill over the edge. "Oh Shit. Oh fuck," Bill groaned as he shot ropes of cum on Amber's feet.

Amber smiled at the effect her wicked words had on her husband.

Bill leaned back, still on his knees, catching his breath.

"Oh, and honey. Stacey and I thought it would be great if all of us went for drinks tomorrow," Amber said.

Bill opened his eyes, his mind still hazy from the orgasm. He had not realised Amber had gotten up and was standing in front of him. Bill stared at his wife's puffy pussy as his mind processed what Amber just said.

"All of us, as in?" Bill asked.

"All of us, as in, You, me, Stacey, and Jack," Amber said with a coy smile. Amber could see the dilemma in Bill's face.

Bill and Jack hadn't seen each other since they made the deal. Knowing he had survived the halfway point in their deal made Bill more confident he could win the bet, although he had to admit it was tough with all the teasing from Amber. Bill thought about the last time he saw Jack with Amber and how Jack had lost control. The way Amber had taken charge and made both Jack and him cum. It was so hot and sexy watching Amber be in charge of their cocky asshole neighbour. Maybe Jack would lose control again this time and fuck Amber and lose the bet. Bill couldn't believe what he was thinking and how absurd the thought was. He was actually rooting for Jack to fuck his own wife so that he could have a threesome on their anniversary. Bill thought whoever had suggested this little outing of theirs, Jack or Stacey, it might prove to be advantageous to him. Bill's train of thought was interrupted when Amber called out.

"Is that a problem, baby?" Amber asked.

"Oh no. No problem. I was thinking," Bill said hesitantly.

"Well, what were you thinking, honey?" Amber asked with a sly smile. She knew by the look on her husband's face that Bill was thinking of something naughty in his perverted mind.

"I just thought, you know, maybe you could tease Jack a little extra when we go out for drinks tomorrow; he might lose control," Bill said and paused, not believing what he was suggesting to his own wife, "… and lose the bet."

"You mean you want me to be extra naughty with our ugly old neighbour, so that he gets so riled up and fucks me," Amber said in a seductive voice.

Bill gulped on hearing Amber's filthy words.

Amber could see the lust burn in Bill's eyes. She knew now how her words affected him and smiled. Amber leaned towards Bill's ears and whispered, "Of course, honey. I'll be a bad, bad wife for you," while her hands squeezed her husband's bulge.

Amber thought it was funny how everyone was trying to play everyone else. Jack and Stacey wanted Amber to tease Bill while Bill wanted her to tease Jack but Amber knew this was just part of the little game they were playing until their anniversary. This was going to be fun, Amber thought to herself with a smile.

—-

Bill was waiting by the door. When he heard the clicking of heels. Bill turned to see Amber, and his mouth fell open.

Amber was dressed in a tight, body-hugging black dress that had thin straps. The dress stopped dangerously on her upper thigh, and Bill was sure if Amber bent over, she would be flashing a lot of people today. Amber's silky legs were on display, and she wore strappy high heels. Her hair was made up in a messy but sexy way.

There were some dresses in which Bill would describe Amber as beautiful and elegant, but her look tonight was definitely hot and sexy, and you knew she was going to get some tonight.

"So what do you think?" Amber asked with a naughty glint in her eyes.

"Wow, just wow. I don't think I want to leave the house anymore," Bill said.

"Too late, honey. And remember, all this is all for Jack tonight. I am going to be such a bad, bad wife for you tonight," Amber said in a low, sultry voice.

Just the words sent shivers up Bill's spine.

"And honey, today, let's take your car and drive down to the club," Amber said, giving Bill's stiffening cock a squeeze.

Bill was still in a daze and nodded his agreement.

As soon as Bill pulled out of the driveway, Jack and Stacey joined them. Jack was dressed in a decent shirt and pants, unlike his usual shorts and t-shirt, and Stacy was wearing a strapless dress with her ample cleavage on display. Even Bill couldn't stop staring at her bouncing tits. The dress was so short that you could almost see her ass cheeks. Bill could feel his cock twitch in approval of Stacey's choice of outfit for the night. Bill felt a nudge from Amber to stop gawking at her best friend.

Stacey got in the front in the passenger seat while Jack and Amber got into the back seat. Bill didn't say anything as he started the car and drove towards their destination for the night. The club they had chosen was a bit far and fancy.

Bill could hear Jack whispering something to Amber, but he couldn't hear them clearly. He could make out some scuffling sounds from the back seat but couldn't see anything in the rearview mirror as well.

When they stopped at a traffic light, "God, they look so wrong together," Stacy said, looking behind.

Bill looked back to see Amber and Jack making out like teenagers in the back seat of his car. Bill felt a pang of jealousy as he realised that even he had never done this before with his wife, and Jack was taking another first away from him.

Jack's hands were on Amber's thighs, and they were slowly inching their way up under her dress.

Bill continued driving, catching quick glances of Jack and his wife in the rearview mirror. Bill suddenly felt something on his shoulders.

"Here you go, buddy. Your wife won't be needing these tonight," Jack said with a shit-eating grin.

Bill saw the sodden fabric and immediately knew it was Amber's black thong. His cheeks turned red hearing both Amber and Stacey chuckle at Jack's comment. He suddenly felt Stacy's hand squeeze his hard cock over his pants. "Stacey, please," Bill said softly, as if not to disturb the lovers in the back seat.

"Oh, don't worry, Bill. I have Amber's permission to tease you," Stacy said with a naughty smile.

Bill looked up to meet Amber's gaze in the rear view mirror. Amber gave Bill a naughty wink and continued to kiss Jack. Bill thought it was ironic, as he had asked his wife to tease Jack while she had encouraged her best friend to tease him. Bill also realised that by telling Amber to tease Jack more, watching them both together excited him as well. The more Amber acted naughty with Jack, the more it turned Bill on.

When they reached the club, Bill got out and was about to hand the car keys to the valet. The valet was a young guy, maybe in his early 20s, who had quickly moved to assist by opening the back door. Bill was confused at first seeing the shocked expression on the young valet's face as he held the back door open for Amber.

He caught Amber's eye as she gave him a naughty smile and wink as she walked past him, adjusting the hem of her dress. Bill realised that Amber had flashed her bare pussy to this young stranger. 'Fuck,' Bill and the young valet said in unison. Bill quickly handed the keys and followed Amber, Stacey, and Jack. Amber was really turning into a naughty vixen, Bill thought to himself. Before this whole fantasy, Amber was always demure, but now she was so confident and bold about her body. And the fact that she flashed the young valet and knew the effect it would have on him without being prompted by Jack was quite a leap for his sweet wife to where they were now.

Five minutes later, all four of them were seated at a table with their drinks. It was one of those semi-circular tables where you could slide in from both ends. Luckily the table was slightly secluded and seemed private owing to the minimal lighting, but it was not far from the dance floor. Both the women excused themselves to use the restroom.

"So, how has your week been?" Bill asked Jack, trying to make conversation.

"Between all the teasing by your wife and her hot friend, it's been a great week. I'm looking forward to your anniversary more than you," Jack said with an arrogant grin.

"I'm sure you are, but you still haven't won, and there are just two more days left, remember," Bill said.

"Oh, we still have time," Jack said in his usual cocky tone.

"Besides, We both saw how Amber took charge the last time we met, I think you overestimate how much control you have over her," Bill said, in his most cocky voice. He could see Jack's expression change.

Jack didn't say anything. Bill's comment made him grit his teeth but he was sure his time would come, soon enough.

Bill smiled knowing he had had the last word. For once, he had silenced the mighty Jack and wiped the cocky grin off Jack's face.

Both Bill and Jack fell silent, and just as the silence was getting awkward, both of them received a text on their phones.

Both men groaned as the image loaded on their phone screens. It was an image of Amber with her dress hiked around her waist and her face contorted in pleasure while Stacey was on her knees in front of her friend with her face buried between Amber's legs.

{[italic]}AMBER: 'Ever wondered what we girls get up to in the bathroom for so long?'{[/italic]}

Bill discreetly adjusted the tent forming in his pants while Jack had an ugly smile plastered on his face as he squeezed his cock openly over his pants like a pervert.

As soon as the women were back, they quickly downed their drinks. They placed the order for their next round of drinks and decided to dance.

"Honey, why don't you hold the table for us?" Amber said with a naughty smile to Bill.

Bill knew this was his signal to stay back and let Amber work her magic. He knew Jack was already getting quite buzzed from the drinks and teasing by both the women. Bill knew no warm-blooded man could resist these two gorgeous women rubbing against them. So, Bill just nodded as Amber gave him a naughty smile and walked towards the dance floor with Stacey and Jack.

Jack held his head high as he walked confidently with Amber and Stacey on either side of him. He turned back and gave Bill a wicked grin before lowering his hands from Amber's waist to her ass, cupping them as they moved through the crowd. Bill knew several others in the club would have also noticed Jack's groping, but knowing Amber was letting Jack feel her up so openly in public drove Bill wild.

It was not just Bill but several other patrons who stared at the odd trio dancing together. Several guys tried to cut in, but the women declined and stuck with each other. The lighting was quite dark and flashy, so Jack's clumsy dance moves didn't matter. Jack mostly stayed stationary while both Amber and Stacey took turns dancing around him. The way they pressed their curvy figures against this ogre-like man made many men in the club stare with lust and envy, while many women gave curious glances their way.

Jack felt like he was in heaven. He had never had so much attention from any woman in his life, and now here he was with these two gorgeous women fawning over him while so many eyes stared at them in envy. His cock was rock hard, and he made sure both Amber and Stacey knew by pressing into them.

Stacey and Amber didn't hold back either. Stacey pressed her huge tits against Jack's back while biting on his earlobe, whispering dirty things to get him riled up. Amber was grinding her ass on Jack's hard cock while his hands roamed freely over her body.

Bill knew it wasn't just him, but every man in the club at the moment wanted to be in Jack's place. His cock was throbbing watching Amber and Stacey with his ugly neighbour.

This went on for some time, and then Jack whispered something to Stacey.

Amber and Jack were still on the dance floor as Stacey walked towards their table. Stacey took a big swig at her drink and sat beside Bill, catching her breath.

Bill stared at Jack and Amber as they moved to a more secluded spot beside the dance floor but not completely away from Bill and Stacey's vision. It was somewhat of a dark corner with Jack's back to the wall.

Jack and Amber were now slowly moving to the rhythm while Jack whispered something in Amber's ear.

Bill knew he was saying something about him as Amber kept looking back at him from where they were. Knowing Jack was slowly corrupting his wife as he watched made Bill's cock throb. He suddenly felt a hand grab his cock over his pants. Bill turned to see Stacey had a wicked grin on her face. "Stacey, please stop," Bill said.

"Relax, Bill. No one can see us," Stacey said, leaning closer to Bill.

Bill couldn't focus as Stacey began squeezing his cock over his pants; he stared at the glass soda with a twist of lime in front of him. Despite not having a drink, just being at the club, the thumping music, the smell of sweat, and the sight of grinding bodies were having an effect on Bill. Amber and Stacey's relentless teasing wasn't helping him either.

"I bet you haven't done this before," Stacey said, whispering in his ear.

"What?" Bill asked in a haze of lust, trying hard not to show Stacey how much effect her handjob was having on him. When Bill looked up at Stacey's face. She flicked her eyes in Jack and Amber's direction. When Bill looked their way, he saw Jack was standing behind Amber and whispering something in her ear. Jack had a wicked grin on his face, and Bill could see the arousal in Amber's eyes as her breathing seemed heavy and her lips were slightly parted as both of them stared right at him.

"You know what's happening right, Bill?" Stacey said in a low, sultry voice in Bill's ears. "Jack is finger-fucking your wife right there on the dance floor," Stacey said softly nibbling on Bill's ear.

Bill had definitely not done anything so sexual in public with Amber before. Hel looked again and then realised Stacey was right. The way Amber's hips were slowly moving and grinding into Jack. The flushed look on Amber's face and her heavy breathing. Bill looked up to see the evil grin on Jack's face as his hands moved behind Amber's back. The old bastard was looking him right in the eye, as if challenging him to stop him as he finger banged his wife.

Fuck, Bill thought to himself. The idea of Amber acting so brazenly with Jack in public, where they could be caught and right in front of him, made Bill's cock twitch. And Stacey jerking him off over his pants was not helping.

"Oh shit, Stacey, please stop," Bill pleaded.

"Does this turn you on, Bill? Does it turn you on to watch your wife get fingered in public by your ugly old neighbor? God, her pussy must be creaming on that ugly bastard's fingers. You like that, don't you, Bill?" Stacey said without letting go of Bill's cock.

"Oh fuck," Bill said, realising what was about to happen and that he couldn't stop it even if he tried.

"How many fingers do you think Jack has in your wife's pussy? One… two… by the way, Jack has been stretching Amber's pussy these last few weeks. I bet she needs more than that. He must be stretching your wife's cunt more than your cock ever has," Stacey taunted Bill.

Bill just grunted and breathed slowly, trying not to cum. He stared at Amber and Jack.

Amber lost her balance for a second as her legs began to tremble.

Jack immediately moved his other hand around her hip, holding Amber up against him. Jack was now thrusting three fingers into this hot wife's dripping pussy as he leaned against the wall.

Amber's whole body was burning with desire. The public setting, Jack's fingers as they grazed over her G-spot, and the piercing gaze of Bill were all pushing her towards the edge. She didn't care that she was acting so slutty in public anymore. Amber's body craved attention and release. She completely gave in to the pleasure and was thrusting her hips back, meeting Jack's meaty fingers, wanting them deeper in her pussy. Amber reached behind with one hand, wrapping it around Jack's neck for support, and began running her fingers through Jack's thinning hair. She bit her lips as she stared into her Bill's hungry eyes, knowing the effect her actions were having on her husband.

Bill stared at her defiantly as if challenging her to go further, to tease Jack even more.

Jack watched this exchange between the couple and smiled internally. Any time Bill challenged Amber, it only resulted in Amber acting more naughty, and Jack was always the beneficiary of the hot wife's sluttiness. After their last encounter when they made the deal, Jack felt like he had lost the upper hand in front of Bill. So Jack wanted to assert his dominance over Amber while her husband watched and knew that she was his slut.

"Look at all these people, Bill. Imagine if someone caught them. Do you think Amber will make Jack stop or let him finger fuck her pussy whilst some random stranger watched? Knowing what a slut she is for Jack, I bet she would even put on a show and hike her dress up or spread her legs wider. She would beg Jack to fuck her harder and cum on his fingers like a slut wife," Stacey said, biting Bill's earlobe as she jerked his cock faster.

"Oh fuck," Bill groaned; his legs started trembling.

"Are you going to cum, Bill? Are you going to cum in your fucking pants while watching your wife get fingered in public by that ugly bastard? Fuck, that's so pathetic," Stacey said, jerking him faster.

Bill just groaned as his whole body tensed.

"God, you're such a pervert, Bill, and I fucking love it," Stacey said, biting his earlobe, and just like that, she suddenly removed her hand from Bill's cock.

As soon as Bill felt Stacey's hand move away from his crotch. His hips moved on their own accord, trying to find some kind of contact. "Oh shit, what the fuck, Stacey?" Bill said in frustration.

Stacey just laughed while she sipped her drink. "What? Did you really want me to make you cum in your pants, Bill?" Stacey teased.

"God, you're a fucking tease," Bill groaned and got up. He needed to calm himself down. Bill went in the direction of the restrooms.

Close by, Jack felt a sharp nudge from Amber's elbow.

"You fucking asshole, why did you stop?" Amber grumbled with a sharp stare.

Jack gave Amber's ass a sharp slap and said, "Patience, my slut, you will get to cum soon enough."

"Asshole," Amber said as she stormed off towards their table. She needed a drink badly.

As much as Jack wanted to make Amber cum on the dance floor while Bill watched, he knew he had to be patient. Jack was getting more and more restless all week, doubting himself if he had made a hasty decision. The deal Bill and Amber offered was perfectly fine, but Jack had pushed further, but now he was having second thoughts. Bill had resisted Amber and Stacey's teasing all week. So Jack had come up with the plan to go out for drinks and planted the idea in Stacey's mind. Jack knew the one thing that got Bill riled up was watching Amber with him, and he also wanted Amber to be so horned up by the end of the night that even if Bill resists, Amber would jump his bones and beg him to fuck her. He also knew Stacey had gone down on Amber in the bathroom but had not let her cum, just as they had planned. His plan was going well so far. He walked slowly towards their table.

At the table, Amber downed her drink in one gulp. Her frustration turned into anger. Anger against Jack for not letting her cum. Anger against Bill for putting her in this situation and making that stupid deal. Amber's body felt like it was buzzing with electricity. She could feel her pussy juice dripping down her thighs. It felt like an itch she couldn't scratch. She wanted to fucking get back at Jack. She wanted to show that ugly fucker that he was not in control of her body an pleasure.

In the bathroom, Bill splashed his face with cold water. He had almost cum in his pants, and now he had blue balls thanks to Stacey. Bill took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom.

As he approached the table, Amber and Jack had returned to their table. Jack was seated in the middle, with Stacey and Amber on either side of him. Just as he was about to suggest they call it a night. Bill heard a voice from behind him.

—-

"Jack, Is that you?" a voice called out from behind Bill.

All four of them turned to see who was addressing Jack.

Jack couldn't see clearly because of the dim lighting.

A man emerged from the dark. He was short and overweight. He appeared to be somewhere around mid-40s, definitely quite younger than Jack. His wiry hair was unruly. He was dressed in an oversized blue dress shirt and black pants. He had a lecherous smile as he eyed Amber and Stacey while walking up to their table.

"Chester?" Jack said in a surprised tone.

"Ha, I thought that was you, man," Chester said with a grin as he stood next to the table.

"Damn, it's been a long time, man," Jack said as he rose up to shake Chester's hand.

"For a minute I didn't recognise you there with these two hot sluts by your side," Chester said with a laugh.

Bill flinched at the crude remark. He already didn't like Chester. The man hadn't even introduced himself and was already calling Amber and Stacey sluts. But what else did he expect Jack's friends to be like? How the hell do guys like these know each other? Was there some sort of secret society of assholes?

Amber could see the disgust on Bill's face. She didn't like Jack's friend either.

Jack and Chester were oblivious to the three other people seated at the table.

"So, how's Chicago treating you?" Jack asked.

"Cold, but you should come down sometime," Chester said.

"Are you here to meet someone?' Jack asked.

"Actually, I am here on business," Chester said.

"Business, huh?" Jack said.

"Yeah, the meeting went well. I might have to come back sometime next month to sign the contract," Chester said.

"That's good to hear. Then we need to celebrate. Why don't you join us for a drink?" Jack said, not bothering to consult with the others at the table.

Chester thought for a second, but on seeing Amber and Stacey, the choice was clear. "Hell, why not," Chester said. "But hey, I know the owner of the club. He is a good friend. I did some cybersecurity work for him a couple of years ago. Why don't we move this get-together somewhere more comfortable? I could get us in one of those private lounges upstairs," Chester said with a wicked grin, eyeing Amber and Stacey.

"I don't know about that. It's getting pretty late," Bill said. He wasn't very comfortable with Chester. He gave the same creepy vibes as Jack and somehow seemed like a bigger asshole than him.

"Oh, come on, Bill. I'm meeting my friend here after a long time. Don't be rude," Jack said. Jack could see Bill wasn't so pleased with Chester, and he didn't blame him either; Chester didn't have the warmest of personalities. He knew his friend was arrogant and crude like him, but watching Bill being uncomfortable around Chester only made Jack want them to spend more time together.

Jack knew how to convince Bill, so he leaned and whispered in Amber's ear. "Come on, let's stay for a bit longer. Chester is a good friend of mine, and I know he can be an asshole sometimes. But look at Bill; you know your husband already doesn't like Chester, and if there is one thing I know about your husband, it is that he loves to watch you act naughty with assholes like me and Chester. Imagine teasing him with Chester. It would drive him wild. You remember our first time with the cab driver and how turned on Bill was watching you give a complete stranger a blowjob. Besides, Chester is not a complete stranger, at least not to me. He is a good friend, so I can assure you if things get out of control. I can ask Chester to back off," Jack said.

Bill couldn't hear what Jack was whispering in Amber's ears but knew he was convincing her to stay for some more time. Bill couldn't leave without the rest of them, so he knew Amber's decision would decide how the evening progressed.

"You have a chance here to give Bill what he wants, even if he doesn't know it yet. You know this would drive him crazy," Jack whispered.

Amber didn't like Chester either, but she had to agree with Jack. She knew how excited her husband got when she flirted or teased a stranger; like when she flashed the valet this evening, she could see Bill's cock form a tent as she moved past him. On top of it, Amber knew how riled up Bill got when the person she acted naughty with was an asshole like Jack and saw Bill's reaction on meeting Chester. Amber knew Jack's friend was definitely an asshole like him. Besides, she still wanted to get back at Jack for not letting her cum. So, Amber decided to continue their little teasing game, involving this new stranger.

"Come on, Bill. It's just one drink," Amber said in a tone she knew her husband couldn't refuse. She placed her hand on Chester's elbow as she said this, knowing the effect it would have on Bill.

Bill gulped to look up at Chester's face plastered with a sly grin and agreed.

—-

Soon, all five of them were seated in a private lounge on the first floor. The room had glass on one side overlooking the dance floor below and was decorated with abstract painting. It was dimly lit, and the outside music and noise were muffled so they could actually have conversations without having to shout or raise their voices. Bill wondered what connection Chester's friend had with the club owner to get such privileges. The seating consisted of a huge oval table in the centre with a three-seater couch on one side and two double seaters on either side. It looked like a movie set where super-rich drug lords made shady deals, and Bill didn't feel very comfortable.

Jack and Stacey took the three-seater in the middle. When Amber sat in one of the double seaters, Chester immediately sat beside her. Amber hesitated for a second but then remembered how Bill wanted her to act naughty. She knew just this simple act of sitting with this stranger and not Bill would turn him on. Besides, she was a little pissed off at Jack and Bill and wanted some space from both of them. So, Bill sat alone in the other double seater. Bill was a little surprised when Amber didn't object to Chester sitting beside her, but just the sight of Amber with this creepy asshole made his cock twitch, and so he didn't say anything. A waiter served their drinks while they introduced themselves.

"So how do you know Jack," Stacey asked Chester.

"Well, you nerds might not know this, but Jack here is one of the legends in our gaming community," Chester said in admiration.

Jack just grunted with a smile.

Bill looked at Jack in surprise, he didn't know where Jack had made all his money or what he did previously for a living but he would have never guessed Jack to be a pro gamer.

"So, what about you? A doctor, huh? I would have never guessed. You know, I am currently working with a hospital too. Helping them with their IT department," Chester said.

Amber just nodded, not sure if Chester was telling the truth. He didn't seem so professional to be hired by a hospital.

"I bet you look hot in your doctor's coat." Chester said with an ugly smile as he placed his hand over Amber's exposed thighs.

Amber's first instinct was to push Chester's hands away, but then she looked up to see Bill and Jack watching her. She could see the nervousness and lust on their faces as if questioning what Amber would do next. So Amber decided to tease both her boys a little and didn't shy away from Chester. In fact, she moved closer and pressed against his side. She could almost see the tent in Bill's pants and smiled.

Chester was a little surprised by Amber's friendliness. He thought he might have to work harder to get this hot and sophisticated woman to warm up to him, but by the way she was gazing at Bill and Jack, it gave him a few ideas about their relationship dynamics and the mood she was in.

"And you two are married?" Lestser asked, looking at Bill as he slowly ran his hands over Amber's thighs.

Chester could sense Bill didn't like him, but he didn't blame the guy; he knew he didn't have the most charming personality. But something about Bill irked him; maybe it was the defiant look or his confidence or well-built body. He reminded him of someone back in Chicago. To Chester, things were black and white; there were no grey areas. You are either an alpha bull or a beta cuck, and everyone needs to understand their role and place. But Bill seemed to think he was an exception, so he just needed to be broken and shown his place. Chester knew he didn't have time to break in Bill but decided to taunt him a little.

"So, Jack, Are you going to tell me about how you fucked Bill's wife here?" Chester said with a cocky grin, looking straight at Bill. His hands slowly moving up Amber's thighs.

Amber flinched at the crude remark, but when she saw Bill didn't snap at Chester, She knew Bill could stop anytime he wanted, and she would leave the club with him. Amber could see Bill grit his teeth but also his hard cock straining in his pants and decided to let things play out.

Jack just laughed and saw the frustrated look on Bill's face. He was reminded of Bill's snarky remark when they were seated below and decided to get back at him. He wanted to put Bill in his place in front of this stranger. Make Bill squirm a little. So Jack began telling Chester about the blowjobs, the Super Bowl night, the anniversary present, and even their latest deal.

Each incident Jack revealed was more humiliating than the last for Bill. He knew he could walk out there any time, but for some perverted masochistic reason. He just sat there with his cock hard as a rock.

"Damn, you're one lucky bastard, Jack," Chester laughed.

Jack felt so powerful watching Bill squirm. His cock felt so hard soaking in the power. He suddenly felt Stacey's hands slowly stroking him over his pants. Jack turned to see Stacey's eyes burning with desire. He could see she was in heat and could almost smell her arousal. In his drunken state of power, Jack wanted to show off his two sluts to Chester.

"Like I said, I know the owner of the club. This is his personal lounge, so there are no cameras here," Chester said, assuring everyone that they weren't being recorded.

Jack leaned in and kissed Stacey hungrily.

Stacey didn't resist. She had been horny all evening, and her pussy craved attention. So when Jack parted her thighs, Stacey readily complied without hesitation. Jack's fingers soon found her soaking wet thong and moved it to the side. When Jack pushed his meaty fingers into Stacey's dripping pussy, there was little resistance.

Amber couldn't believe how brazen Stacey was acting. She was making out with Jack while he fingered her so openly in front of all of them. The lounge was private, but still, Amber knew the doors were not locked and anyone could walk in at any moment. She couldn't believe how naughty her best friend was acting with so many people so close. Amber could feel her own exhibitionist side come alive and felt the wetness between her thighs.

Chester could see the effect the scene of watching Jack and Stacey was having on Amber, and he smiled to himself. He knew Amber was horny and excited by the way she was rubbing her thighs together.

Chester leaned into Amber's ear and whispered, "So, now that I know about how your husband likes to watch and you love being naughty with someone like me, Why don't we give your husband a little show?" Chester slowly kissed Amber's neck and shoulders. The way Amber moaned and didn't pull away gave Chester the confidence to continue seducing his hot wife.

Bill was watching Jack and Stacey. Jack had now pulled down Stacey's dress, revealing her massive tits. He was roughly groping and pinching on her nipples while his other hand was thrusting into her wet pussy. Bill had fantasised about Stacey countless times like this, but watching this ogre-like man mauling this beauty seemed so wrong but also so right. His cock was throbbing. He was slowly squeezing his cock over his pants. Suddenly he felt another pair of eyes on him. He turned to meet Amber's lust-filled eyes with a naughty smile watching him.

Amber stared into Bill's eyes from across the room. She had a naughty smile playing on her lips, but her raised eyebrows also questioned Bill if he wanted her to take things further. It was as if Amber was letting Bill know that this was his last chance if he wanted her to stop.

Bill was not sure about Chester, but he had to trust, of all the people in the world, Jack on this one. If things got a little too far, Bill assumed Jack would ask Chester to back off. Despite the pit forming in his stomach, Bill's perverted mind wanted to see more. He knew they were taking a risk with a stranger like Chester, but perhaps it was more exciting {[italic]}because{[/italic]} Chester was a stranger. Bill could feel his cock oozing pre-cum. Bill still was not comfortable pulling out his cock in such a public place, so he slowly squeezed and tugged on his cock over his pants.

Bill stared at Amber with lust-filled eyes, urging her to go on.

Amber smiled, seeing Bill's approval. She turned her head, and soon her lips were met with Chester's. The kiss began slowly and then turned hungry as Chester pushed his tongue into Amber's mouth. Amber's slut mode turned on as she hungrily licked and sucked on this ugly stranger's tongue. Her mind vaguely registered a familiar taste, but she couldn't place it. Then it clicked. Cheetos. Was she really tasting Cheetos on Chester's tongue?

Chester couldn't believe his luck at how quickly he got to seduce this hot wife, right in front of her husband. The scent of Amber's fruity shampoo and her sweat filled Chester's nostrils. Just the taste of this sexy wife's lips made Chester's cock hard. His hands were at the top of Amber's crossed legs, slowly teasing the hot skin of this beautiful woman.

Amber looked straight into Bill's eyes and bit her lower lip. She gave her husband a naughty wink as she slowly parted her legs.

Bill gazed at Amber's toned legs spread and could see the wet folds of her pussy. His mouth watered at the sight of his wife's drooling cunt. His view was quickly blocked by Chester's meaty fingers.

Amber moaned at Chester's touch. The way his calloused fingers felt against her sensitive and swollen labia made her shiver in pleasure. Her moans were immediately silenced by Chester's mouth.

Chester pushed his tongue inside the hot wife's mouth and lapped at her tongue as she moaned in pleasure. He could feel how wet her pussy was. Chester deliberately teased Amber's wet folds with his fingers not touching her clit or penetrating her. He could see how desperate Amber was by the way she moaned in frustration and squirmed, trying to get his fingers inside her.

"I saw you on the dance floor earlier," Chester whispered in Amber's ear.

"Huh," Amber said in a daze. Chester's fingers felt so good, and he knew exactly what he was doing to her. The way his finger circled her pussy hole, teasing it and slightly dipping in but never enough or never for too long. The way he took her throbbing clit in between two of his fingers, coated in her juices, pinching and tugging on it made her body tremble with anticipation.

"You were so fucking hot. The way you were grinding your ass all over Jack. I would love to make you dance on my cock someday. The fiery lust in your eyes as you stared into your husband's eyes," Chester said as she licked Amber's neck tasting her salty skin.

Amber just squirmed and groaned, undulating her hips, trying to get Chester's fingers in her pussy.

"Jack didn't let you come, did he? I saw that too. Letting an ugly old man finger you in public, like that. Oh you have been such a naughty girl, haven't you?" Chester asked with an evil grin.

Amber just stared at Chester. 'Fuck,' this old creep had been watching her all this time. For some reason, it sent a thrill shiver all over her body. The exhibitionist in her loved that someone like Chester had been watching her.

"You hated that I called you a slut earlier, didn't you? So, what do you call someone who dresses like this, dry humps an ugly old man on the dance floor and lets a stranger finger her married cunt in front of her husband called? Tell me, what would you call a woman like that?" Chester sneered, emphasizing the last word.

Amber was in heat but she also wanted to bite back at this creepy bastard who knew nothing about her. Just when she was about to say something, Chester inserted two fingers in her pussy, driving them deep and teasing her G-spot. Amber's mind went blank from the pleasure. And just like that Chester withdrew his fingers again making Amber squirm.

Bill could see Chester's finger glistening in the dim light, coated in his wife's pussy juice. He couldn't hear what Chester was whispering to Amber but whatever the old creep was saying and doing was making his wife tremble in pleasure. Chester's fingers were playing her like an instrument, getting her more aroused but also keeping her on the edge.

"Answer me," Chester said, giving Amber's clit a hard pinch to get her attention.

"A fucking slut," Amber said loudly, answering Chester instinctively from the pain and pleasure. Amber couldn't take it any more and pleaded. "Please, don't tease me anymore. I want it."

Chester smiled knowing Amber was primed and ready for him. "Tell me what you want, slut," Chester said as his fingers teased her entrance.

"Please, I need your fingers inside me. Fuck me, please," Amber said breathily. She lost all her inhibitions and was practically begging a stranger to finger fuck her.

"You want me to finger fuck you right here, in front of your husband?" Chester asked as he slowly probed Amber's pussy with just one of his meaty fingers.

"Yesss," Amber hissed in lust.

"Then ask me nicely, slut," Chester said, punctuating the last word by slipping his finger to the hilt inside Amber's pussy.

"Oh fuck, yes," Amber moaned as she felt Chester's fat finger fill her pussy. She knew what Chester wanted her to say. He was no different from Jack. All these ugly bastards were the same; they just needed an ego boost. "Fuck me, Chester. Finger my married cunt, right in front of my pathetic husband. Make him watch as I cum screaming your name," Amber begged, not caring how harsh her words sounded. She needed to desperately cum, and her body was burning with lust.

Amber's harsh words stung Bill but also made his cock throb. Yes, she had talked dirty before; yes, she had said mean things, but never in front of a stranger. It was always in private when it was just the two of them. Watching Amber act so bad and say such mean things made his heart ache and his cock harder.

Chester gave Bill a wicked grin before adding another finger in Amber's aching pussy. He wrapped one of his hands around Amber's waist to hold her in place and began thrusting his two fingers deep into the hot wife's wanton pussy.

"Oh fuck yes, Chester, Please don't stop. Keep fucking me," Amber pleaded as she edged closer to her orgasm.

"Watch me, Bill. Watch how I finger blast your wife. Is this what you like to see, huh? Next time I come down, I'm going to be stretching your wife's cunt with my cock, and she is going to beg me to fucking ruin her pussy right in front of you," Chester sneered as he leaned in and ran his slick tongue from Amber's neck to her flushed cheeks, tasting her salty skin.

Jack was loving every moment of this. He hadn't expected Chester would understand their relationship so quickly. And the way Chester was humiliating Bill and putting him in his place just made his cock even harder. Jack held Stacey's face and began thrusting even faster as he fucked the busty brunette's throat.

"Cum for me, you fucking slut. I'm going to send you home tonight to your sweet hubby, smelling of my fucking cum," Chester said, adding another finger and pressing against her G-spot.

Amber had already been on the edge all evening, and Chester's words and the way his fingers were hitting her sweet spot made her explode on his fingers. "Oh fuck, yes. Please don't stop. I'm cumming," Amber announced to their little party.

Chester smiled wickedly as he fucked Amber through her orgasm until she was so sensitive and pulled Chester's hand away from her pussy.

Bill watched in envy as this ugly stranger made his wife cum. He could hear the wet sounds of Amber's pussy from across the room.

Amber was dizzy with lust as she came down from her orgasm. She really needed that. She could feel the tension in her body being washed away by the waves of pleasure. She felt grateful to this stranger who had made her cum and wanted to show her appreciation.

Jack saw what was happening on the other couch between Chester and Amber. He also saw Bill's reaction, and a wicked idea flashed in his head. He wanted to push things further. He wanted to humiliate Bill even more. Jack knew that Amber would never go further by herself. She always needed that extra push, and a little assurance from her friend would do the trick. So, Jack pulled out his cock from his pants.

Stacey couldn't resist the musky scent of Jack's cock. Her mind was in a fog of lust. She got on all fours on the couch and eagerly took Jack's cock in her mouth. Stacey began giving Jack a sloppy blowjob, not caring where they were or who was watching them.

"Why don't you thank Chester properly for letting you cum? Showing him your oral skills, I am sure Bill wouldn't mind," Jack said with a wicked smile, looking at Bill, who was at the edge of his seat.

Amber was still recovering from her orgasm, and her mind was muddled in lust. Well, she did want to thank Chester, didn't she? So, Jack's idea didn't seem so bad. Before she knew it, a pungent musk hit her nostrils. Amber looked down to see Chester had pulled down his pants, revealing his huge, veiny cock. "Holy fuck," Amber said, seeing the enormous organ. He was around Jack's length but definitely more thicker. Amber wondered how it would feel to be stretched by Chester's huge cock.

Chester wasn't even fully hard yet. He had an ugly grin plastered on his face. He loved to watch the shocked expression on these women's faces when they saw his cock for the first time. Just the sight of his cock and his low-hanging balls made most women drool. He could clearly see the effect his cock was having on this hot wife.

Amber licked her lips seeing the huge dollop of pre-cum hanging low from Chester's monstrous cock. She looked up to see not just Bill's but also Jack's eyes wide on seeing Chester's cock. Both of them hadn't expected Chester to be packing so much heat. Amber slowly wrapped her finger around the thick shaft and began admiring its size and girth. She ran her fingers along its length and used her whole palm to cum the bulbous cockhead. Her fingers were soon covered in Chester's cock slime.

Even Jack hadn't expected Chester to be so hung. He was always used to having the biggest cock in the room, but now, even he felt a little intimidated by Chester's size.

How the hell were all these assholes blessed with such huge dicks? Bill wondered. First, Jack, then David, and now this creepy fucker, Chester. Maybe it was their huge cocks that made them assholes in the first place.

Amber's lips curled in a naughty smile as she slowly stroked the veiny shaft. A steady stream of pre-cum oozed from Chester's cock. Amber's curiosity got the better of her as she slipped down from the couch and got on her knees in front of Chester. She leaned closer to have a better look and was immediately hit by the strong scent of Chester's cock. Amber's mouth started to water, and she couldn't wait to taste this huge, veiny cock.

Chester had leaned back with both hands on the couch's backrest, feeling like a king. He had an evil grin plastered on his face as Amber took over.

Amber stroked Chester's cock with both her hands. The weight and girth of Chester's shaft still amazed her. He must be around Jack's girth but definitely had at least an inch or two more than him. Amber looked straight into Bill's eyes, and without breaking eye contact, she ran her tongue along Chester's huge shaft. When she reached the mushroom head, she swirled her tongue around it, tasting Chester's pre-cum. Amber's eyes closed as she hummed in pleasure as salty nectar hit her taste buds. Amber wasn't fazed by the unkempt pubic hair; she had gotten used to it from Jack. The manly musk from the sweaty pubes made Amber's pussy gush in primal lust. She continued licking and sucking on Chester's cock head like it was her favourite ice cream in the world.

Bill watched in awe as Amber hungrily devoured this stranger's cock. Chester ticked all the boxes of being the perfect asshole that fuelled his fantasy. He was mesmerised by the way Amber's tongue moved along every inch of the mammoth cock, bathing it in her saliva. Amber would ever so often look right in his eyes, feeding off his lust, which fuelled his wife to act even more bad.

"You have yourself, perfect breeding bitch, Jack," Chester said with a wicked grin.

"What do you mean?" asked Jack.

"Have you ever toyed with breeding kink with her? This slut is primed up for it." Chester asked.

"I never thought of that," said Jack.

"Oh, trust me, my friend. Look at them; they are the perfect couple. She is in a perfect marriage with her perfect husband and a great career. They have built a home together, which means they have put down roots and are committed to their long-term relationship. They must have the perfect social life with friends and family. So, what do you think comes next in their life?" Chester asked, giving Amber's ass a sharp slap.

"A baby," Jack said.

"That's right. I bet they have even discussed it, or at least she had definitely thought about it. When to get off the birth control pills or stop with the condoms. Haven't you, slut?" Chester asked with a wicked grin.

Amber was in a haze of lust and didn't answer. She just continued sucking and slurping on Chester's thick fuck pole.

"So, do you want a boy or girl, Bill?" Chester said with an ugly laugh as he held Amber's hair and pushed her onto his sweaty balls. Amber was just lost in a fog of pungent musk and stuck her tongue out as Chester used her face like a rag, rubbing his balls and cock all over her beautiful face.

Amber's eyes rolled back and her tongue lapped at every crack and crevice of Chester's ball sack cleaning the sweat and grime of this ugly old bastard. The scent and taste were awakening something so primal in Amber and her body craved for more.

Bill was shocked to see his wife lose control of her senses and fall deeper down the rabbit hole. Bill swore he could even see Chester's pubic hair stuck to Amber's forehead and cheeks. He was amazed at how these two ugly old bastards knew so much about women, more than their own husbands or boyfriends. Yes, they had discussed children a couple of months back and decided to start trying once both of them were settled in her career.

"I'm telling you, man, their mind and body just go crazy when you talk about putting a baby in them," Chester said, giving Amber's ass a hard slap. "It's like their mind tries to reason with whom they should mate and when is the perfect time, but their body… Their body just goes into heat. It doesn't care who or when; it just craves a hard cock. Their cunts are dripping wet, and their nipples get extra puffy and sensitive," Chester said, as he shifted in his seat and pushed his cock deeper into Amber's throat. "And fuck, their pussies, I tell you man, the way they grip your cock and milk every last drop of cum out of your balls. Fuck, it feels like their pussy is sucking the cum out of you like a greedy piglet on a teat," Chester said with a wicked sneer.

Jack could see his friend was recalling an amazing experience he once had and was jealous. Maybe he could experience that one day with Amber too.

Bill stared at the unreal scene in front of him. These two fat and ugly men bragging about their conquests, about fucking other men's wives as if it were a normal conversation while two beautiful women slobbered all over their cocks. They were gloating about how they had fucked married women in front of their husbands, on their marital bed, at their workplaces, in public places, and in what roleplay outfits. To Bill, the craziness of what was happening felt like a dream. Bill was rock hard, but he didn't feel comfortable masturbating in a public place. He just squeezed his cock over his pants.

Amber's tongue traced along every vein on Chester's cock. She teased the underside of his cock with her tongue, which caused Chester to groan in pleasure. The groans and grunts from Chester helped Amber understand what got his fat, greasy stranger off. She then took his whole cock in her mouth and tried taking as much of Chester's thick shaft down her throat. The girth and length were pushing her to her limits as her eyes watered. Amber looked up to meet Jack and Bill's eyes burning with jealousy as her throat was stuffed with another man's cock.

Bill couldn't take it anymore. He had been so close to cumming earlier from Stacey's handjob and now with Amber putting on one nasty show, his cock felt like it was going to explode. For the fear of cumming in his pants,he pulled out his cock and slowly began stroking it. He stared into Amber's eyes with primal lust. His depraved mind wanted to see his wife act even more dirtier and nastier with this arrogant asshole. His mind was filled with angst and desire.

Jack was glaring at Amber furiously, as if asking her to tone it down. Yes, he had wanted Amber to act naughty. Yes, he had wanted to put Bill in his place, but he didn't like that Amber was enjoying this too much. He was fuming with envy and jealousy.

Chester saw this interaction between the three of them, and a wicked grin spread on his face. He leaned in close to Amber's ears. "So, you want to make both your boys jealous, huh?" Chester asked softly.

Amber's lips were still on Chester's cockhead as her tongue lapped on the slit, drinking in the oozing cock nectar. She was in a sexual fog and nodded affirmatively, looking at jealousy and lust on both Jack and Bill's faces.

Like the devil on Amber's shoulders, Chester whispered in the married woman's ears, "Look at the hunger in their eyes. Look how much they want you, how much they crave you. You want more of that, don't you, slut?" Chester slowly corrupted the hot wife, his words almost hypnotising her into sinful depravity.

Amber just nodded in agreement as her lips swirled around Chester's cockhead.

"Then, give me something that you haven't given either of them. Do something for me that will drive them both crazy," Chester said with an evil smile, seeing if Amber would take the bait.

Amber just blinked once, trying to recollect her thoughts, but her mind and body were already reacting to Chester's depraved words. Amber didn't know if it was the loud, thumping music or the fast beating of her heart; her body was burning up. The orgasm she had on Chester's finger hadn't satiated her burning desire. In fact, they had only poured more fuel on the fire inside her. Amber didn't understand what she was feeling, this ache, itch, or craving, but the only thing she knew was that she wanted more of it and didn't care who gave it to her or from whom she took it. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was lust in Bill and Jack's eyes. The scent and taste of Chester's sweaty cock and balls were pulling Amber deeper into a dark, lust-filled void.

Amber looked at Chester with a wicked glint in her eyes and dove down on his cock, taking it deep in her throat, giving her consent to Chester's sinful idea.

"That's it, slut. Let's give the boys a show," Chester said with an evil sneer.

Amber held Chester's cock in her throat, massaging his shaft with her throat muscles. Her eyes were starting to water, and veins popped on her forehead. Amber drew back as Chester's cock was covered in her saliva. She jerked Chester's cock with both her hands, spreading the messy spittle all over his thick shaft as her tongue moved lower, lashing at Chester's hairy balls. She turned her head so that Jack and Bill could see more clearly as she took each of Chester's balls in her mouth and nursed on them.

Amber could see the lust, anger, and jealousy in Jack's eyes and gave him a defiant look as if daring him to stop her.

Jack was not sure what to do, and suddenly he felt nervous. He wanted Amber to stop, but by the challenging look on her face, he knew she wouldn't. He could order her to stop, but if Amber just defied him, it would make him look weak in front of Chester and Bill. Jack had to admit, he felt powerless in the situation, and the only one in control of what was happening was Amber, despite being on her knees. Jack couldn't think clearly with Stacey's expert mouth on his cock, trying to suck the life out of him. He could even feel Stacey slowing down, trying to see what her friend was up to.

Bill was a mix of emotions: lust, excitement, jealousy, and angst. His hands slowed down on his cock, squeezing it afraid he would be the first to cum, despite being the only one not having their cock sucked. He nervously tapped his feet, praying Amber knew what she was doing and was just not being influenced by this creepy stranger they had just met. He could also see the nervousness on Jack's face and wondered if he still had control over the situation.

Amber's eyes never left Bill or Jack as they watched her holding their breath. Amber's tongue slithered all over Chester's balls and moved lower to his perineum. She ran her tongue all over the dank skin, tasting the sweat and grime. She knew she must be repulsed, but her body had a mind of its own as her tongue moved lower.

Chester groaned and instinctively moved to the edge of the seat. He spread his legs wider, and as he met Amber's gaze, he gave her an ugly grin.

Amber's eyes stared into Bill's eyes as her tongue lapped lower, finding the puckered hole of this despicable stranger. She could see her husband's eyes widen with shock at what she was doing. Then the pungent scent and taste of Chester's asshole hit her senses. Her mind craved more of this depraved dirtiness. Amber groaned in lust and began lapping even more hungrily on Chester's asshole.

"Oh, yes, you nasty slut, lick my asshole," Chester groaned.

Chester's crude words hit Amber like a tonne of bricks. It was then the realisation of what she was doing dawned on her. Amber was rimming this ugly stranger that she had barely met an hour ago in front of the people she cared most about in her life. But she didn't want to stop. The anger inside of her wanted to show Bill and Jack what a dirty slut she could be. If Bill wanted to see her act slutty, then that's what she would do. She will be the dirtiest slut he has ever seen. Amber wanted to get back at Jack for edging her all evening; she wanted to teach him a lesson. If he wasn't going to let her cum, she could always find someone else to finish the job.

Even Jack was shocked at how nasty Amber was acting. Without realising it, Jack tightened his grip around Stacy's hair as he began fucking her mouth with even more vigour.

Stacey had always loved when Jack treated her roughly. She loved having her boundaries pushed, and Jack was the perfect person to do it, but today was different. Today it didn't feel like the blowjob was about her; it was as if Jack was venting out his anger by using her mouth like a fuck hole. Stacey didn't complain but decided to keep an eye out for her best friend, just in case Jack went over the line. Stacey stared at Amber giving this chubby bastard a rimjob. Even she had never done something so crazy with someone she had practically just met. They really had created a monster. Stacey couldn't take her eyes off her best friend and her perverted performance.

Jack was furious with lust and jealousy. He had never considered sharing Amber with anyone else before. He had never felt like this before about any other woman. Of course, he had shared sluts with his friends when he was younger, but somehow he felt possessive about Amber. Even on the day of the pool party, when Jack had known that Amber had fooled around with David, he had been jealous and angry. But Jack had physically not seen what had happened between Amber and David.

But today, Jack thought it would be different. Chester was someone he knew. He thought maybe sharing Amber with his friend, someone he knew, would feel different. That he would feel less jealous and could humiliate Bill even more by showing how much control he had over Amber. But clearly, Jack was wrong. He was even more furious watching Amber act so slutty right in front of him with someone else. Jack had no clue what the fuck Bill got out of this sick fantasy, where he passed his wife around, and especially to assholes like him. At that moment, Jack knew he would never want to share Amber again with anyone else.

Jack thought he had everything under control this evening, but meeting Chester had been unexpected. He was even more enraged watching Amber give Chester a rimjob. Is this how Bill felt each time he took a first away from him? How the fuck does Bill manage to stay calm when all Jack wanted to do was get up and punch his own friend in the face? What the hell was Amber thinking? Jack knew Amber was pissed off at him, but did she really have to go to such extremes to prove her point?

"Damn Bill, your wife's wet tongue feels so good on my asshole. Think about this, Bill. Think about where your wife's sweet lips have been the next time you kiss her," Chester taunted Bill.

Bill couldn't believe the depraved scene in front of him. He assumed this is what hell must look like. He watched as these two ugly bastards were being serviced by the two most beautiful women in his life. Jack was fucking Stacey's mouth like she was a cheap whore, and Amber, his beautiful wife, was rimming Chester, a stranger they had barely met an hour ago. Bill's mind was flashed with images of their first kiss, the kiss they shared on the day he proposed, the same lips he had kissed on their wedding day, and every day before leaving for work was now licking this arrogant bastard's asshole. He could feel a shiver run up his spine but couldn't deny how turned on he was watching Amber act so depraved. His cock twitched and his body spasmed as his cock erupted without even being touched. Bill's cock shot rope after rope of cum on the floor right in front of him, but he could not blink or look away from watching the degenerate scene.

Amber could feel Chester was getting close. Yes, it was degrading. Yes, it felt so dirty, but she also felt so powerful. Powerful for being in control of Chester's pleasure. A despicable man like Chester, who enjoyed fucking other men's wives and degrading women, making him squirm and writhe in pleasure with just her tongue, made her feel so powerful.

Even Chester was surprised by Amber's actions. She didn't expect the hot wife to act so slutty. In fact, he was just pushing his luck and seeing how far he could go with this beautiful woman. He just assumed Amber would give him a messy blowjob but never expected something so nasty from his gorgeous beauty. Just the unexpected submissiveness of this gorgeous wife and the depraved act she was doing triggered Chester's orgasm.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum," Chester announced.

Amber, without being prompted, moved up and covered Chester's cockhead with her mouth.

Chester grunted like an animal as he shot thick ropes of cum into the hotwife's mouth.

Amber gulped several times, taking in Chester's cum, and was surprised by how much he had come.

Jack was shocked by what he was seeing and brought back to reality when he felt Stacey slapping his thighs. He looked down to see his hands were holding Stacey's head in place as his cock was lodged in her throat. Jack just realised by the spasms running through his body that he had just cum watching Amber act so depraved with his friend. Was Chester still his friend? He wasn't sure.

"Damn, you have a keeper, Jack," Chestered said to his friend.

Jack didn't know what to say and just nodded.

"Next time I visit, I want to cum in all your fucking holes," Chester said to Amber, catching his breath.

Next time, did this asshole really think there was going to be a next time, Bill thought to himself, still sporting a tent in his pants?

Amber and Stacey had left immediately to the bathrooms to get cleaned up.

Chester thanked Jack and Bill for the wonderful time and left.

"What the fuck just happened?" Bill said, trying to process what he had just witnessed. He had never imagined Amber getting so wild and out of control. "Let's fucking get out of here," Bill said in a quiet voice.

"I agree," Jack said in a daze.

—-

In the bathroom, Amber splashed cold water on her face. The reality of what she had just done hit her. 'Fuck,' she thought to herself. She looked up to see Stacey watching her in the mirror. Amber couldn't look her friend in the eye and turned away in shame.

Stacey, seeing her friend in distress, quickly went to her side, took hold of her shoulders, and turned to face her.

Amber was looking down. "Stacy, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me," Amber said in a shaky voice. Amber didn't even know what she was apologising for.

Stacey held Amber's chin up to face her and kissed Amber softly on her lips.

When they broke the kiss, Amber stared at her friend.

"Babe, you have absolutely nothing to apologise for. You don't have to be ashamed of yourself for anything that you did today. You were fucking hot in there," Stacey assured her friend.

"But I can't imagine what Bill must think of me right now," Amber said.

"Babe, trust me. I saw the look on Bill's face and the tent in his pants. He definitely enjoyed watching you act so bad. And when you tongued that ugly bastard's ass, I think Bill almost came in his pants," Stacey said.

Both the women giggled at the last comment.

"You really think so?" Amber asked.

"Trust me, I know so. And personally, I thought you were a nasty slut too, and I love you for it," Stacey said, giving her friend a hungry kiss while groping her ass and grinding into her.

This brought a smile to Amber's face. Amber really needed to hear that, and it made her feel so much better.

"Now come on, let's go see what two boys are up to," Stacey said with a smile and gave Amber's ass a spank.

Amber smiled and straightened her dress. She felt so lucky to have a friend like Stacey and knew she could count on her to cheer her up any time.

—

As soon as Bill slipped into the driver's seat. He turned around to see Amber, Stacey, and Jack had gotten at the back, with Jack in the middle.

Stacey was horny as fuck, watching all the depraved sexual acts in the club all evening; she had not cum even once. Her pussy was dripping wet and aching for attention, and she knew who was going to be fucking her tonight.

They had barely turned the corner when Stacey kissed Jack hungrily.

Bill watched in the rearview mirror. Jack then turned towards Amber and growled as he held her by her cheeks.

"And you, you fucking slut. I can't believe what you did with Chester," Jack growled.

Amber stared back at Jack defiantly. She knew what she just did was nasty, but no one was going to make her feel guilty about it. She did what she had to do to turn on her husband and get back at Jack. She did what felt right at the moment. She wasn't going to apologise or feel ashamed of it. Her body was still buzzing with energy, and she wanted more. Her pussy was dripping wet and wanted to feel the comfort of a familiar cock. Without breaking eye contact, as if challenging Jack to stop her if he can. Amber unzipped Jack's pants and pulled out his meaty cock.

Jack just stared at this sexual goddess as she took his cock in her mouth and began sucking on it.

Amber caught Bill's eyes watching her in the rearview mirror and knew this is what he wanted too. She took Jack's stiff length deeper in her throat.

Soon the car was filled with sucking and slurping sounds as they headed back.

"You like assholes with big dicks, don't you, you fucking slut," Jack said, pushing Amber's head down on his cock. Jack was soon thrusting his cock deeper into Amber's throat. It was as if Jack was trying to reclaim Amber's mouth.

When they had arrived at their home. Bill just parked in their driveway, knowing the trio at the back were far from done yet. He just turned to face the backseat as he watched the dirty spectacle unfold.

"You like that, you fucking slut. You like having your mouth stuffed full of cock. Choke on it like you did on Chester's cock," Jack said as he held Amber's face in place and began thrusting his cock deep into Amber's throat. "Yes, take that cock, you ass-licking slut," Jack said with a venomous tone.

Stacey was seated on the side with her dress around her waist. She could see Jack was taking things a little too personally and was furious with Amber for what happened at the club. She was ready to step in if she felt Jack was going too far.

Bill was shocked to see his beautiful wife treated like a common whore. At any other time, Bill would have stepped in and beaten the shit out of anyone treating his beautiful wife this way. But these last few days, Bill had realised how much Amber enjoyed being treated so roughly, especially by Jack.

"I am going to fuck you so hard on your anniversary that you're going to forget being with anyone else, even your own fucking husband's cock," Jack sneered. Jack had enough of being teased by these two sluts. He wanted to feel a warm, wet pussy around his cock. So he pulled Amber off his cock by her hair.

Amber's hair was a mess, and makeup was running down her face. She was covered in sweat and slobber. A string of saliva connected Jack's cock to Amber's lips.

Jack was in a daze of lust. He was angry about how he had lost control of the situation at the club. He was growing more and more frustrated with each encounter. Like the last time Amber had taken charge when they made the anniversary deal or today at the club, Amber was undermining his authority and making him look weak in front of Bill, Stacey, and his friend, Chester. Jack wanted to put Amber in her place; he wanted to fuck the defiance out of her. Remind her she was his fucking slut and make her fucking beg for his cock by the end of the day.

His cock was rock hard, and he wanted to break Amber, right here, right now, in front of Bill. He wanted Bill to watch how he fucks his wife senseless and make her scream his name as he fills her cunt with his cum. He wanted to spank her ass so hard till it turned red and fuck her so hard that she couldn't walk straight for a week.

Jack was so enraged with lust he didn't care about the deal or the anniversary. He just wanted to fuck Amber, feel her tight pussy wrapped around his cock. He stared at Amber with fire in his eyes and growled, "Get on my cock, you fucking slut."

Bill could see the lust in Amber's eyes. As she shifted in her position, staring at Jack's throbbing cock. Amber's eyes looked up and met Bill's, it was just for a second but she immediately averted her gaze. It was then that Bill noticed something in Amber's eyes. It was just for a second, but Bill saw it. He knew his wife and could read her like a book, at least in this case. He filed this new information in his mind.

Amber was horny, and her pussy was aching to be filled. All that teasing in the club had her pussy craving cock. She slowly started getting up.

Bill saw the scene unfold in slow motion. The burning desire in Jack and Amber's eyes and how obediently she was moving to mount their old neighbour's cock. Bill himself was painfully hard despite being uncomfortable turning around in his seat to watch the depraved scene play out. Bill didn't want to miss this. Fuck, Jack was going to fuck Amber. A man he hated was going to fuck his beautiful wife. Jack was going to lose the bet. Bill was going to fuck Amber and Stacey on their anniversary.

Just then the car was filled with a loud slapping sound.

To Bill it almost felt like it echoed through the car.

To Jack, it felt like being hit by a truck. The stinging pain brought Jack out of his daze. His ears were ringing as he saw Stacey move close to his face.

"My turn, you fucking bastard," Stacey snarled, looking into Jack's eyes. She turned to Amber, who was still staring at Jack's cheeks with Stacey's fingerprints on them.

"You will get your turn soon, slut," Stacey said as she leaned in and kissed Amber's lips passionately.

Stacey slowly turned towards Bill with an evil grin, "You didn't think I would let you win that easily, did you, Bill?"

And just like that, Bill's dream of having a threesome on his anniversary was shattered.

Jack growled, giving Stacey's ass a sharp slap. "You're going to fucking pay for that, you big-titted bimbo," Jack said, grabbing Stacey's tits roughly and pulling her onto his cock.

Stacey didn't resist and straddled Jack's lap. She guided his thick cock into her pussy. Staecy was facing the front of the car, and Bill could see the pleasure on her face as she sat on Jack's throbbing cock.

"Oh fuck, Jack. Your cock is filling me up so good. Fuck, I love it when you are so rough," Stacy groaned as she began riding Jack's cock.

Jack reached around and kneaded Stacey's tits roughly before holding on to her nipples and tugging on them hard, which made Stacey scream in pain and pleasure.

"Yes, you fucking cow, ride my cock," Jack growled as he began thrusting his hips.

Bill watched Amber beside Jack and Stacey. Amber's legs were spread, and she was playing with her wet pussy and tugging on one of her nipples as she watched the coupling beside her.

Bill could see the jealousy and longing in Amber's eyes. Bill could see how wet his wife was between her thighs and how much this was turning her on. Amber was biting her lips as she stared at her friend's sweaty body bouncing on their ugly old neighbour's cock. Her eyes roamed over them. It felt like Amber was actually admiring Jack for his sexual prowess. At that moment, Bill thought, even if he did win the deal that night, maybe he would agree to Amber hooking up with Jack one last time.

Bill himself had to give it to the old man for having such stamina at his age to satisfy these two sexy nymphos. He realised this was like a preview of what would happen if he lost the bet.

Bill's view was suddenly filled with Stacey's bouncing tits as she leaned forward in between the front seats. He stared at the huge, fleshy melons bounce and jiggle right in his face. Bill could easily lean in and catch a nipple in his mouth. He stared at Stacey's face as it contorted in pure pleasure.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

The car was soon filled with the slapping of flesh. The stench of sex and sweat filled the car. Bill realised he hadn't even gotten a blowjob in his own car, whereas their ugly neighbour had just gotten a blowjob from his wife and got to fuck her hot best friend's pussy in the backseat of his car. The ugly bastard was even staining his car leather seats with their sexual slime.

Just then, Stacy opened her eyes and caught Bill staring. She gave Bill a sexy smile and a wink before letting out a loud groan as Jacks spanked her ass. Stacey then focused on Jack's cock slamming into her pussy.

Bill realised Jack must be hitting one of her sensitive spots as Stacey's moans grew louder, and her body trembled, showing she was close to cumming. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard a wet sound coming from Stacy's pussy as she came hard on Jack's cock.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking fuck," was all Stacey could say as the orgasm rippled through her body.

Stacey was leaning in front and panting as she caught her breath. She then looked at Bill and smiled, "What do you say, Bill?. Don't you want Amber to experience this kind of pleasure? I am just saying this could be an amazing present you can give your wife on your anniversary. Just think about it," Stacey said as she leaned forward and kissed Bill sweetly on his lips.

"All right, big boy. Let's continue this comfortably on your bed," Stacey said as she dismounted Jack's still hard cock.

Despite not having cum, Jack didn't protest. His back was killing him and he groaned, stretching himself. Jack then turned to look at Amber.

Amber was about to straighten her dress when Jack stopped her by roughly groping her ass.

"I want you to get out of the car and walk to your house the exact same way you are," Jack said in an assertive voice.

Amber looked down to see her dress bunched around her waist. Her pussy and ass would be on full display if she complied with Jack. She thought about just saying, 'Fuck you,' and walking out of the car, but something stopped her. It was her husband's eyes boring into her from the front seat. Bill was watching intently with lust-filled eyes. Amber knew what would rile her husband even more, and besides, she knew none of their neighbours would be out so late. Amber decided to give Jack this small win after everything she had done at the club. She still wanted to make him feel like he was in control, so she gave Bill a naughty smile and turned to Jack and kissed him passionately.

The kiss was sudden, and it caught Jack by surprise. Amber could feel Bill's eyes on her and deepened the kiss, pushing her tongue into Jack's mouth. Their tongues battled and explored each other's mouths. Amber sucked on Jack's tongue and lips so intensely that Jack himself felt dizzy from the kiss. When Amber pulled apart, Jack had to blink twice to collect his thoughts.

Amber turned to see her husband watching with his mouth agape. She gave him a naughty wink before stepping out of the car.

Jack suddenly remembered where Amber's tongue had been recently at the club and groaned in disgust. He awkwardly pulled on his clothes and waddled out of the car.

Stacey gave Amber a sweet kiss and followed Jack back to his house.

Bill held his breath as he watched his beautiful wife shamelessly walk over to their front door with her dress bunched around her waist. Bill followed closely behind, trying to protect his wife's modesty and to have a better view of her bare ass.

Amber smiled, feeling her husband's eyes on her behind, and swayed her hips a little more to tease him. Amber's ass bounced and softly jiggled with each step. Her ass still had a slight sheen of sweat from the heat inside the car, and the night air helped cool her skin. In all their years together, Amber was surprised she had never noticed Bill's obsession over her ass. The way he loved to spank, rim, and longed to fuck her ass. She herself was beginning to enjoy all things anal, thanks to their perverted neighbour. Amber smiled and planned to tease Bill some more with his newfound obsession tonight.

Only the sound of Amber's heels could be heard as they entered their home. As soon as the door shut, Bill pushed Amber against it and pressed his body against her. Amber could feel her husband's erection press against her. She could tell how turned on he was. But Amber laid her hands on his chest and stopped him. "Bill, wait. Let me just freshen up a bit," Amber said.

Bill immediately stopped and stared into his wife's eyes. He could see she was still excited too, but he knew what she meant. Bill didn't want to taste anything of Jack or Chester on Amber's lips either, so he relented.

Ten minutes later, Bill was on their bed as he watched Amber walk out of their ensuite bathroom wearing nothing but a naughty smile on her lips. She could see Bill's eyes glazed with desire and his cock throbbing in anticipation.

"So, did you have fun this evening, honey?" She moved slowly like a cat towards the bed with a smouldering look. Just the way Bill was staring at her body sent goosebumps all over Amber's body.

Bill's cock twitched in response, obediently answering his wife.

Amber realised, for most couples, what she had done this one evening with Jack and Chester could ruin their whole relationship, but Bill and Amber were not like most couples. The taboo fantasy only made their bond even stronger and brought them closer to each other. She could see how much her husband wanted her and loved him for it.

Amber slowly crawled onto the bed and towards Bill. When she was close to his cock, she breathed in his manly scent. She saw how hard her husband's cock was, as it leaked precum. Amber bent down, taking the cock in her mouth, and gave it a few sucks without losing eye contact with Bill.

"Yes, baby," Bill groaned, feeling the warm wetness of his wife's mouth around his cock.

After a few more sucks, Amber stopped, leaving Bill frustrated as she crawled higher along his body. She leaned down and kissed her husband passionately. Their tongues battle, and lips clash against each other.

Amber broke the kiss and asked Bill in a sultry voice. "Was I bad enough for you, baby? Did you enjoy watching me act so naughty with those two ugly men?"

"Yes," Bill said in a hoarse voice, which brought a smile to Amber's face. Despite everything that they did, Bill loved that Amber always touched base and confirmed how he felt about things. Yes, she would tease him mercilessly. Yes, she did say mean things in the heat of the moment, but Amber always communicated with him and checked in to know that he was comfortable with everything that they did. Bill felt this was very important to their fantasy.

"Now, where were we?" Amber asked with a smile as she began to move around.

Bill was confused at first, but when Amber settled herself on all fours facing his cock, while her ass and pussy hovered over his face, his mouth watered looking at his wife's sopping wet pussy. He immediately felt Amber's mouth wrap around his throbbing member again and groaned. They had never done a 69 position before, and Bill wondered if Amber had ever done this with Jack or if it was her first time. 'Fuck,' Bill thought to himself; thoughts like these would always plague his mind until he saw all the videos Amber had taken with Jack, but still the not knowing also excited him even more. He immediately wrapped his arms around his wife's waist and pulled her down onto his face. Bill ran his tongue from Amber's clit to her asshole and loved how she groaned around his cock. He loved the way the humming felt on his sensitive cock.

Amber swirled her tongue on Bill's tip, savouring the precum, and sucked hard on his mushroom head. She then began kissing and licking all along Bill's shaft. To hell with Jack's rule, Amber thought to herself. She loved her husband and had teased him enough all evening. Amber knew Bill must be aching for release.

Bill was in heaven feeling Amber's expert lips on his cock. He moaned into her pussy and couldn't stop staring at her winking asshole. It was as if the tight hole was begging to be licked. Bill moved slightly up and grabbed Amber's ass, kneading it and giving it a sharp slap.

Slap.

"Bill," Amber said in surprise as the stinging pain made her skin heat up.

Bill grabbed her ass cheeks and gave them a few more spanks. Bill loved watching Amber's bubble butt jiggle and recoil with every spank. He was beginning to enjoy this privilege of being able to spank his wife's ass after so many years. He loved how his fingers sank in her fleshy globes as he parted Amber's ass cheeks. Bill stared at the puckered hole hungrily, like it was his last meal. The pungent scent from all the sweat and dancing immediately hit Bill's nostril, flaming his lust. He loved how Amber's asshole stretched, causing it to form an oval, which slowly winked and enticed him. Bill lunged forward, burying his face in between Amber's ass cheeks. The soft flesh acting as a perfect mask trapping the scent of her delicious ass. Bill took deep breaths, taking in the aroma of Amber's dirty ass. The moment his tongue met her asshole, his mind exploded from the earthy taste. His tongue moved on its own accord, savouring its flavour and texture.

"Oh shit, Bill. That is so dirty, but fuck, it feels so good," Amber groaned in pleasure. Amber was beginning to enjoy the feeling of a warm, wet tongue lashing at her asshole. What she once considered dirty now gave her unimaginable pleasure, and by the way Bill was worshipping her ass, she knew her husband loved rimming her too. She couldn't believe she had held back for so long and missed out on this feeling. She was holding Bill's cock firmly by the base in one hand and reached behind, holding Bill's head by his hair in place with her other hand. Then she began moving her ass up and down Bill's face, feeling his tongue all over her ass crack.

Bill was in ecstasy. He just held his tongue out and let Amber do all the work as she humped his face. He had always dreamed of worshipping Amber's ass from the time they were dating, but Amber was always reluctant and felt uncomfortable. Maybe Jack was right; it really did take a dirty pervert like him to show his wife the pleasures of rimming.

Amber had momentarily forgotten about Bill's cock as she sat on her husband's face. She moved her hips, grinding herself on his tongue, and each time Bill's tongue swiped across her twitching asshole, it sent shivers all over her body.

Bill couldn't believe Amber was sitting on his face. Her plump ass cheeks enveloping his face between them. Bill remembered how Amber moved on Jack's cock on the dance floor. It felt so similar, except she was now using his face. As Amber got more riled up, her hips picked up pace, grinding harder and faster into him. Despite finding it a little hard to breathe, Bill didn't complain. This was not a bad way to go, he thought to himself.

"You like that, baby. You like feeling my ass all over your face," Amber said, tightening her grip on Bill's hair and humping his face.

"Yyyeeessss," Bill said in a muffled voice.

"Did you enjoy watching me act naughty, honey? Did it turn you on? Did it make your little dick hard?" Amber groaned.

"Yesss," Bill again said, moving his tongue.

"You have been such a bad boy, haven't you? Letting your sweet wife play with those ugly old bastards," Amber said.

Bill's cock twitched at the mention of Jack and Chester. He groaned into Amber's ass.

The vibrations caused by her husband's moans sent shivers up Amber's spine.

"You like how naughty I was with Jack, Baby? Did you enjoy watching me get finger blasted on the dance floor? Fuck, I was so wet with Jack stuffing his fingers in my pussy, right there with so many people around us. Just acting so naughty in public made my pussy cream," Amber moaned.

Bill remembered the look in Amber's eyes as he had watched her in the club. Bill pulled back and nipped Amber's ass and gave it hard slaps.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Oh fuck, yes, honey. Punish me for being such a bad wife. Punish my ass for acting like a dirty slut," Amber said, wiggling her ass. Each stinging spank made her pussy gush.

Bill dove back in between Amber's ass cheeks; this time his tongue stiffened and attacked the tight puckered hole. His tongue slowly relaxed the ring of muscle and slithered into the tight hole.

Amber moaned and parted her legs wider, aiding in her husband's quest. She saw Bill's cock twitching and oozing precum onto her hand. Amber leaned forward and ran her tongue all over his cock, cleaning the mess. She then took Bill's cock in her mouth, giving it a few sucks before taking it deep down her throat. At this angle, Amber could take all of Bill's cock easily down to the base. Her tongue slithered all over the shaft, making Bill groan in pleasure.

Bill didn't let up either as his tongue began slowly darting in and out of Amber's ass, each time going a little deeper, causing his wife to moan louder in pleasure.

"And what about Chester, honey?" Amber teased.

Just the mere mention of Chester's name made Bill bristle. How that creepy bastard had manipulated his beautiful wife into doing something so nasty made Bill's blood boil and his cock throb.

"Did it excite you to see me act so naughty with a dirty stranger? Did it turn you on to watch me suck on that creepy bastard's fat cock?" Amber teased.

Bill groaned, pushing his tongue deeper into his wife's asshole.

As much as Amber loved the feeling of her husband's tongue slithering in her ass, Amber wanted to see the look on Bill's face when she spoke the next words. Amber was in a squatting position as she lifted her ass off of her husband's face. She had to grip Bill's hair and pry him away from her behind. Her other hand was gripping Bill's cock so tightly as if choking it. She looked back at his face, smothered in her ass juice and eyes blazing with desire.

"Did you like it, Bill? Did you enjoy watching me tongue that ugly bastard's asshole," Amber hissed as she stuck her tongue out and wagged it in a lewd manner.

Bill growled like an animal in anger and envy, staring straight into Amber's mocking eyes, recalling how his sweet wife had rimmed that ugly stranger's ass. Bill gave another growl before landing several stinging slaps on Amber's ass.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Ah, yes, baby. Punish me. Spank my ass hard for being such a nasty slut," Amber begged her husband to spank her some more.

Bill did not disappoint or hold back. He slapped Amber's ass harder without mercy.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Bill hesitated just for a moment, thinking maybe he was being too rough. But from his view below, Bill could see the effect the spanks were having on his wife. Amber's pussy was gushing with creamy goodness. Bill leaned forward, clamping his mouth around the sodden pussy, and slurped her gooey nectar. Had Amber ever been this turned on and wet before, Bill thought to himself. He really needed to thank Jack someday for training his wife's ass to take a good spanking.

"Did you like watching my sweet lips pressed around that dirty asshole, baby? Your wife's sweet lips that you kiss every day, making out with ugly strangers' asshole," Amber said in a mocking tone as she flexed her own asshole.

Bill stared at Amber's ass, which was bright red with his handprints all over it. His mouth watered at the sight of the winking asshole taunting him. He dove back in and speared Amber's ass with his tongue, driving it deeper into her guts than any man had reached. Bill's tongue slithered and wiggled in Amber's ass. His tongue swabbing against the anal walls of Amber's guts, driving her to another new dimension of pleasure.

"Oh my fucking… Gooooddd," Amber groaned. It felt like fireworks going on inside her head. Amber's eyes rolled back, and her mouth formed an 'O' as the pleasure of Bill's deep tongue fucking hit her. Her legs began to quiver, and her body felt like it was being electrocuted. "Aaaarrhgghh, Aaaarrrghhh," Amber groaned like a wounded animal as she came hard on Bill's face.

Bill felt Amber's thighs clamped around his head, holding him in place. He could feel her contractions as her pussy flooded his mouth with her cum.

Amber was squirting directly in Bill's mouth. Amber felt like it was one of the biggest orgasms of her life.

Bill took huge gulps of his wife's nectar, afraid he might actually drown if he didn't. His senses were overloaded with the taste and scent of Amber, which triggered his own orgasm without even touching his cock. "Oh fuck," Bill groaned as his cock spurted thick ropes of cum over Amber's chest. His hips humped the air, searching for some kind of contact.

Amber was caught by surprise when she felt Bill's cum on her breasts, and seeing her husband's cock, she took hold of it and clamped her lips tightly around it, sucking the remainder of his cum into her mouth.

"Oh fuck, yes," Bill groaned as he shot his last spurts of cum inside his wife's mouth. Bill couldn't believe he had made Amber squirt just by rimming her ass. It felt like he had achieved another milestone in their sex life. Bill loved that this fantasy was driving them to experience new heights of pleasure.

After a few minutes, Both of them came down from their orgasms. Amber leaned forward onto her knees, catching her breath. She looked behind to see her husband. "What the fuck did you just do to me?" Amber asked, panting for breath with a satisfied smile plastered on her face.

Bill had a huge grin on his face. His face, hair, and chest were wet and covered in Amber's squirt. "Oh, we are definitely trying that again," Bill said.

"Abso-fucking-lutely," Amber laughed as she turned around and collapsed in Bill's arms.

They lay in each other's arms, silently catching their breath.

"Can I ask you something?" Bill asked softly.

"Anything," Amber said into Bill's chest.

"But I want you to answer honestly," Bill said tentatively.

This made Amber look up with concern. "Of course, babe. What is it?"

"You know, I saw it in the car. I saw it in your eyes. The way you hesitated when Jack almost fucked you in the car," Bill said.

"What?" Amber asked, but she knew exactly what Bill was talking about. She had prayed Bill hadn't noticed it or wouldn't bring it up.

"You hesitated. I knew you didn't want to fuck Jack. Does that mean you didn't want Jack to lose the bet?" Bill said in a calm voice without judgement.

Amber was silent and looked away.

"Did you want me to lose Honey? Do you really want Jack to be the one to fuck you on our anniversary?" Bill asked calmly.

Amber was stunned at how Bill could read her mind. But she couldn't lie to Bill anymore; she didn't want to lie to Bill anymore. Amber had already learnt her lesson from the last time when she lied about the anniversary present. So Amber decided to come clean and let out a sigh.

"I am so sorry, Bill. But it's not what you think. It's not that I want Jack to win," Amber said.

"Then what is it? Talk to me, honey," Bill asked.

"Every time, I played with my ass, stretched it, or inserted a butt plug this whole week. I would get so turned on imagining what was about to happen on our anniversary or think about which one of you would fuck me in my ass. And every time I played out the fantasy in my mind, it was always the same. Amber paused and faced Bill.

Bill didn't say anything and waited for Amber to continue.

"It would always start off with you winning the deal. Stacey and I teasing you, giving you a blowjob together. I would imagine Stacey in front of me with her legs spread wide and you behind me taking me on all fours like you have always wanted or Stacey riding your cock, her huge tits bouncing while I sit on your face. I would get so turned on and excited," Amber said.

Bill's cock began to stiffen again picturing Amber's words.

"But then, I would wonder where Jack would be in all this; would he be filming us, would he be seated at the corner jerking his cock, or kneeling beside the bed watching the three of us writhing in pleasure? In my mind's eye, it just didn't seem right. I can't picture Jack doing that. It's just not… Jack. You know," Amber paused and looked at Bill.

Bill could feel which direction the story was headed, and his cock twitched again as if agreeing with Amber.

"I know it's all in my mind; I would be on the edge, but I could never come. Believe me when I say, I tried so hard, honey. I really wanted it to be you. I would be so riled up, but I could never cum. It was just so frustrating, and my body would beg for release. In my desperation to orgasm, my mind would grasp at anything that could push me over the edge. I would pray it would be something else, but every time it was always that one perverted image, that taboo fantasy, that old pervert that could push me over the edge. It was always Jack," Amber said as she felt Bill's cock now fully hard rubbing against her belly.

Bill almost let out a groan at Amber's admission.

"I know, it's wrong, honey. I know that's not how it should be. But just the depraved thought of Jack fucking me while you sat in the corner, watching us and jerking your cock, made me come every single time," Amber said in a raspy voice.

Bill could tell Amber was getting turned on as well just by recounting her tale.

"I honestly don't know what it was about that perverted idea that made me cum so hard. But just the thought of the man we hate so much fucking me and taking my anal virginity right in front of you and how this perverted idea kind of perfectly aligns with my long-time fantasy of a foreign invader taking me in front of my king just makes my body burn with lust and my pussy ache," Amber said quietly as she shifted her position so that she was lying beside Bill on her side. She could see Bill's cock fully erect and throbbing again. Amber didn't comment on it, and Bill didn't try hiding it either. They both knew Amber's fantasy excited them both.

Bill was silent and thought about what Amber had just said.

"And I had been using the Jack dildo you brought me to finish the job. I would fuck my pussy so hard and scream Jack's name while cumming on it," Amber confessed as her cheeks turned pink.

Bill's cock was now leaking pre-cum and ached to be touched.

"I promise, this has nothing to do with you losing the bet," Amber said. "I guess over the last few days the fantasy has grown on me. Maybe I thought if I fucked Jack, then the fantasy would become invalid, and I would have to go back to being frustrated and not being able to cum. It is nothing more than just a stupid fantasy in my perverted mind that got me off. And because of this, I hesitated when Jack asked me to get on his cock. That's it." Amber said honestly.

When Bill didn't say anything, Amber said, "Bill, say something. You're scaring me."

But in Bill's mind, things started falling into place. It was like all the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle coming together. It was as if their fantasies were colliding. "Tell me more about your fantasy of the invader," Bill asked.

"What? Are you serious?" Amber asked in confusion.

"Yes, go on," Bill said.

"Well, ok," Amber said, still a bit unsure where Bill was getting at.

Bill encouraged Amber by giving her a soft kiss on her lips, assuring her things were going to be OK.

"Well, all right. So, in my fantasy, I imagine a foreign invader, someone barbaric like Jack, defeating the king, whom I picture like you, a cultured and handsome man. The invader fucks me, the queen in front of you, to claim his victory," Amber said tentatively.

"Go on," Bill said.

"The invader slowly corrupts my mind and body with his evil thoughts and huge cock. He shows me pleasure beyond anything I have experienced in my life, and I not only succumb to the pleasures of his cock but also turn into a willing accomplice. I share all your secrets and sins. I pledge my allegiance to him by fucking him in front of you, my husband, the king. The invader parades me around in whorish clothes by his side. And as a final act of submission, he fucks me in front of all your subjects. At first your subjects think of me as a traitor, a whore, but know if they speak up, their new barbarian king would hang them for disrespecting me," Amber said.

"I'm just trying to understand your fantasy better," Bill said and paused for a moment. "Just indulge me. So why does the queen humiliate the king?" Bill asked.

"Well, the evil invader needs to win the trust of his new subjects. He knows convincing them by force or fear can only go so far, so he makes the queen humiliate the king, exposing your weakness and inability to protect your own kingdom. So, I belittle you and expose your inadequacies in bed in front of your subjects to corrupt their minds and see you as a weakling. This coming from their queen, whom they once loved, makes the subjects turn against their own former king, whom they once looked up to. They in turn pledge their allegiance to the evil invader," Amber said.

"Wow, that is quite a fantasy. You should write a book or something," Bill said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Maybe I will, someday," Amber paused. "Look, all I'm saying is this is all just a perverted fantasy in my head, honey. That's it," Amber said with a smile.

"Sometimes it's not just a perverted fantasy… it doesn't have to be," Bill said softly to Amber.

"I am so sorry, Bill," Amber apologised.

"Honey, you don't need to apologise. You didn't do anything wrong. I am just glad you are comfortable enough to share this fantasy with me. Bill said, "Don't you see? you are the perfect yin to my yang."

Amber was still a little confused, wondering what Bill was talking about.

"Your fantasy and mine are not two different ones; they are the same. Every time I have been pushing you towards Jack to fulfil my fantasy, I have been enabling yours. Every time you acted naughty with Jack or made a video, you have been fulfilling a part of your fantasy too. If you can accept my twisted need to watch you be with someone like Jack, then I think it's only fair that I accept your fantasy of wanting to be fucked by someone despicable like him and make me watch," Bill said to Amber.

Amber thought about what Bill said, and it did make sense why she had agreed to go along with Bill's kinky fantasy. Why she had agreed to go down on his birthday in that red dress.

Amber realised all this time, she hadn't just been fulfilling Bill's fantasy but hers too.

"I guess if I'm being honest. I have thought about it too," Bill said quietly.

"What do you mean, Honey?" Amber asked.

"You know, when I made that deal, I guess deep down. I wanted a possibility where Jack could have the chance to fuck you on our anniversary and take your anal virginity," Bill said honestly.

Amber looked at Bill and kissed him softly. "So where do we go from here?" she asked.

Bill was nervous, but maybe this is how Amber felt that first night when she went down in her red dress on his birthday. Only this time he was fulfilling Amber's fantasy. Knowing Amber wanted this too made the decision easier. Bill took a deep breath, and a sense of calm washed over him. "Well, you know where," Bill said, looking towards his phone on the nightstand.

"Wait, wait, Bill. Are you sure about this? It's just a fantasy, and we can walk away from it right now," Amber said sincerely.

"Because I know how it feels to have a fantasy inside you for so long. To feel vulnerable and ashamed about what people might think or say if you share your perverted thoughts. And when I was there, alone and scared in the dark, you were my light; you accepted my fetish without judging me. And I feel it's only fair that I accept yours now," Bill said and kissed Amber softly.

Amber felt like the luckiest woman in the world at that moment, and her eyes grew misty.

Bill kissed her again, more passionately this time.

"But baby, you know this is not going to be easy. Jack is not going to go easy on you, especially after what I did today. You saw how crazy he got in the car today," Amber said.

"I think I can handle one ugly old man's taunts for a night, especially if it's for my beautiful, perverted wife," Bill said with a smile.

"And what about me? Do you think you can handle your sweet wife taunting you with that ugly old man?" Amber said in a sultry voice.

Suddenly Bill's throat felt dry. He loved how Amber could get him so riled up with just a few words. His cock twitched seeing the naughty smile on Amber's lips.

"If we are going to do this, the only thing I ask is that you don't hold back. Remember, this is about both our fantasies now. So I want us to go all the way. I want you to be the most evil and meanest queen that you could ever be. I want to see you in your sluttiest persona," Bill said.

"Are you sure about that? Do you really want me to be a mean bitch to you?" Amber teased.

"Yes, baby, I want it. I want it all," Bill said, his cock stiffened just by the smouldering look on Amber's face.

"Then you know what to do," Amber said with a naughty smile. "Make the call, Honey," Amber said in a sultry voice, leaning close to Bill's ear.

Bill slowly grabbed his phone from the nightstand and dialled Jack. The phone rang a couple of times but then went to voicemail. He then looked at Amber, wondering what to do next.

Amber, knowing Jack all too well, took Bill's phone and dialled again by video call. They both waited in silence, holding their breath. Both Bill and Amber's nervous faces could be seen on the screen.

Jack answered this time with a cocky grin. "Well, if it isn't my favourite couple. What can I do for you both?" Jack asked in a mocking tone. Only his face was seen in the video, but Amber noticed how sweaty and flushed Jack looked and figured out what was going on in their neighbour's house.

If Jack was honest, he himself had been on the edge waiting for this phone call. Even though their evening had not fully gone as per his plan and got sidetracked when Chester showed up. After everything Amber had done, Jack knew he wasn't the only one so riled up; Bill must have also been on the edge all evening too. Jack knew if Bill didn't fuck Amber after all that teasing, he was definitely going to lose the bet.

Jack had an evil smile seeing the nervousness on Bill's face. Jack knew he was so close to getting what he dreamt about ever since the day he met his neighbour's beautiful wife. Jack loved pushing Amber's boundaries, and maybe in the heat of the moment or someday he could have convinced or corrupted Amber to give up her anal virginity behind Bill's back, but he knew there would be no fun in that. He wanted Amber and Bill to fall deeper down the rabbit hole and succumb to their dark desires. He wanted them to willingly submit and accept him as their Bull. The power he felt when Amber submitted to him made him feel a decade younger and stronger. Each time he made her cum on his cock and drank in her pussy juice, it felt like Amber was feeding him the elixir of youth. It was so addictive. But Jack had discovered a new drug, a new high. He felt a hundred times more powerful when Bill was in the room. Fucking this bombshell of a wife in front of her husband drove him to new heights of pleasure. Especially when Amber was a willing participant and taunted her husband. After months of putting in the work and slowly corrupting this faithful wife, it was like watching his own masterpiece come to life.

He wanted to watch Bill break and accept his role as the submissive husband. Until now, it was only Amber who was submitting to him and giving Jack firsts behind her husband's back, but now Jack wanted Bill to willingly offer his wife's anal virginity, something even he had not experienced as a final act of submission.

"Well, Bill wants to ask you something," Amber said in a teasing tone as she pointed the camera at Bill. Amber knew this was humiliating and hard for Bill, but even though he might not accept it, she knew this was part of his fantasy. Amber couldn't deny that watching Bill this nervous and squirm did make her alter ego as the evil queen quite excited. She could feel her pussy getting moist again.

"Go on then," Jack said in a mocking tone.

"Can I… May I have sex with Amber?" Bill asked softly. He felt a tight knot in his stomach, but his cock was rock hard, and Amber slowly grazed her finger over it, barely touching it.

Jack's evil grin grew wide, and Amber gave a soft chuckle.

Bill's cock twitched seeing both their reactions.

"Oh, come on, Bill. You can do better than that. Now ask me nicely. Ask me, your ugly old neighbour, for permission to fuck your own wife's pussy," Jack said with a sneer.

'Fuck,' Bill thought to himself, he knew when he accepted the bet that Jack wouldn't let him down easily. He would of course want to watch him squirm and be at his mercy. But this was something he had to accept as part of his own and Amber's fantasy. So Bill swallowed his pride and asked "Please, Jack. May I fuck my wife's pussy?"

"Oh, that wasn't so hard. Was it Billy boy? Anyways, I'm not really in the mood to share tonight," Jack said with a chuckle.

Amber and Bill both stared at him in surprise. They had never thought of the possibility of Jack denying them. Just when Bill was about to say screw this, he wasn't going to let Jack just mock him all night like this and humiliate him.

"I was just joking, but you two should see the look on your faces," Jack said with a laugh. "Anyways, Bill, what do I get if I let you fuck that pussy I own?" Jack asked. He was really enjoying watching Bill squirm. "Fuck, easy slut. Can't you see I'm trying to have a conversation here," Jack said as they heard a loud spanking sound, followed by Stacey's muffled moan and sucking sounds making it clear what was going on in the other end.

Bill knew Jack was going to be an asshole about this, and he would make him say it. "I… I want you to have a threesome with Amber and Stacey. I want you to take my wife's anal virginity, Jack. I want you to fuck Amber's ass for the first time on our anniversary," Bill said. His face turned red in humiliation, and he felt like a wimp saying the words. Suddenly he didn't feel like doing this anymore. Just then he felt Amber's hand on his arm. She looked at him with loving eyes assuring him that everything was going to be okay.

Amber knew she had put Bill through enough, and if Jack was going to take things any further and be an asshole about this, she would cut the call.

Seeing their reaction, Jack backed down. He was having too much fun and didn't want it all to end just because of a cocky comment. But he wasn't going to let Bill off the hook just yet. "Of course, Billy boy. That is so great to hear, and I would be honoured to fuck your wife's ass and give you a memory to cherish forever. But there is one thing I want you to do for me," Jack said with an ugly smile.

"What is it?" Amber asked, not wanting to put Bill through any more of Jack's stupid tricks.

"You remember that little box I gave you. I want you to open it," Jack asked.

Amber remembered the box Jack had given her a couple of days back, and as per his instruction, she had kept it in her bedside table.

Bill looked confused but waited for Amber to respond. He was surprised Jack had planned for a scenario where he lost, and he had been prepared. When Amber pulled out a box from her bedside table and opened it, both of them peered inside to examine its contents.

Amber gasped, and Bill's eyes grew wide.

It was a butt plug.

A huge butt plug with a bottle of lube.

They could hear Jack's roar of laughter seeing the expression on their faces

"Yes, Bill. It's a butt plug. It's something I feel if Amber can take up her ass, then she could take my cock on your anniversary, which you so willingly offered a few moments back. Well, it only seems fair, Bill, that you train your own wife's ass for my cock. So I want you to take as much time and lube as you want and work that butt plug into your wife's ass. And then you have my permission to fuck your wife's pussy," Jack said in a mocking tone.

Bill slowly took the butt plug from the box. He stared at the glass butt plug and was amazed by how heavy it felt in his hands. He could also feel its girth and wondered if Amber would really be able to take in her tight ass.

"Go on, Bill, spread your hot wife's ass open for me," Jack mocked.

Amber, for her part, turned around and presented her ass to Bill. Her hands and face were on the bed. She looked back at Bill, biting her lips in anticipation, and slowly wiggled her ass, urging him to go on.

Bill knew Amber's ass was already quite relaxed from all the rimming earlier, but he wanted to make sure, so he leaned in and kissed and licked Amber's rosebud. Bill ran his tongue in circles over Amber's asshole helping her relax her anal ring muscles.

"Oh, fuck," Amber moaned. She was lost in her own pleasure with her husband's tongue. Amber jumped when Bill poured a generous amount of cold lube on her asshole and once the lube warmed up to her skin, she relaxed again.

Bill used one finger to slowly open her up. Her ass resisted the intrusion at first, but once he got the tip in, Bill slowly pushed his entire index finger in his wife's ass, slowly wiggling it around the tight and warm hole. He began moving it back and forth, slowly fucking her ass.

Amber moaned in response, beginning to enjoy the sensation. She could feel Bill slowly add another finger, spreading her ass wider. Amber didn't complain, as the feeling was quite nice, and she began pushing back into her husband's fingers. She had enjoyed feeling the smaller butt plugs filling her ass all week, but Bill's fingers actually felt better as they moved around and teased her sensitive spots.

When Bill saw Amber was relaxed enough, he added a third finger to stretch her ass wider. He loved how his wife's ass gripped his fingers as if sucking on them. He couldn't believe what he was doing, and his cock was rock hard.

Amber grunted in response but slowly began moving her hips on his fingers.

When Bill looked back at the phone screen, he saw Jack and Stacey's faces eagerly monitoring his progress. Bill knew it was time and looked at the huge butt plug. He took a huge gulp and coated it with adequate lube as well. He then placed the butt plug against Amber's ass and used a screwing motion to slowly push the dildo inside his loving wife's ass.

Amber grunted and pushed back against the giant sex toy. She used her hands to spread her ass cheeks wider.

Bill could see Amber's asshole slowly kiss and suck the butt plug in. It was such a lewd sight. "Fuck," Bill said as he saw Amber's asshole slowly expand as her anal ring muscles relaxed and accepted the foreign object. The butt plug was halfway in Amber's ass and fast approaching the widest part.

Amber groaned as her asshole stretched wider. She stopped moving her ass, resisting the large intrusion.

"Just relax, Babe. Take deep breaths and push your ass out. You are doing great, honey," Stacey encouraged her best friend.

"Hhhmmm," Amber acknowledged her friend and did as she was told. Her asshole swallowed more of the sex toy.

When it was at the widest, Amber's asshole paused again. Bill could see his wife was reaching her limits and didn't want to push her too much too fast. He let her get used to this width for a moment.

"Give it a nudge and shove it up her ass," Jack said impatiently.

Bill leaned in and slowly ran his tongue along the rim of Amber's asshole where it met the butt plug, helping her anal ring muscles relax some more. He gently massaged her asshole with his tongue, making Amber moan in pleasure. When he knew Amber was relaxed enough and running out of ideas, Bill gave the butt plug a gentle nudge.

Amber gave an animalistic grunt as her asshole fully swallowed the butt plug.

Bill couldn't believe Amber had actually taken the whole damn thing in her ass. His cock throbbed painfully, and he could feel his pre-cum leaking on his own thighs. He watched Amber get used to the enormous sex toy up her ass as she started to slowly sway her hips. Bill couldn't resist as he cautiously took hold of the butt plug's end and began to move it gently.

Amber groaned and pushed back, silently urging Bill to continue.

Bill slowly moved the butt plug around, fucking Amber's ass with it.

Amber arched her back and looked back at her husband. Her face was contorted in pleasure, and her eyes were smouldering with lust.

Bill's cock twitched at the sight.

"Now, that's my girl," Jack's voice came from the camera. "Oh, and Bill, don't forget to wear a condom. I don't want you creating a mess in that sweet pussy of mine," Jack said with a laugh.

"Fuck," Bill thought to himself. He was so on edge and didn't want to argue. He had already been using the condoms for the last few weeks and instinctively reached for it from the side table. Bill was so turned on, he could hear his thumping heart, and sweat ran down his forehead. His fingers trembled trying to rip open the condom wrapper.

Amber, seeing this, turned around and slowly took the condom from Bill's hands. She could still hear Jack's laughter and decided the ugly bastard had had enough fun. So, Amber grabbed the phone from Bill's hand, cut the call, and threw the phone beside them. She wrapped her hand firmly around Bill's cock and guided him on his back. Once Bill was laid down, Amber slowly straddled him. Bill's cock was pointing up towards his stomach, and as Amber planted her wet pussy on her husband's cock.

"Oh fuck," Bill groaned as he felt Amber's wetness on his heated skin. Amber's pussy was so wet, Bill's cock was immediately coated in her secretions. It was like a blacksmith plunging hot iron in water.

She placed her hands on Bill's chest and said in a calm voice, "Breathe, honey."

Bill obeyed his wife and took deep breaths to calm down. It was just the two of them now.

Amber slowly began moving her hips. Her pussy was so slick that her lips were hugging Bill's stiff member. A sticky, wet sound came from their union as Amber slowly ground her pussy on Bill's cock.

"You like this baby? You like feeling my wet pussy on your cock? You like my pussyjob," Amber hissed as her hips undulated.

"Yesss," Bill breathed in anticipation.

Amber slowly made a show of ripping open the condom wrapper.

"Jack loves it too, baby." Amber said in a mocking tone, reminding him that he wasn't the first to experience this pleasure from her.

"Fuck," Bill groaned, watching his beloved wife slowly transform into her mean, slutty wife persona.

"You know why you have to wear a condom, right, honey?" Amber asked in a sultry voice.

"Huh," Bill said absentmindedly as Amber focused her pussy lips on his cockhead.

Amber was rotating her hips, and her pussy was polishing just the sensitive tip of Bill's cock.

"Because little dicks like yours don't deserve to fuck my pussy raw, baby. Only assholes like Jack with huge, thick cocks are allowed to slide their raw cocks in my married cunt," Amber said harshly.

"Shit," Bill groaned.

Amber slid her pussy back and slowly rolled the condom onto Bill's cock, sheathing her husband's throbbing member, denying him the skin-on-skin contact with her pussy.

"Fuck, no," Bill pleaded, which only made Amber chuckle wickedly.

Amber then held Bill's cock firmly at the base, and with her other hand on his chest for support, she lifted herself. She hovered right above Bill's cock and slowly rubbed his cock along her slit.

Bill groaned, afraid he would cum too soon before he even got to fuck Amber's pussy.

Amber then rubbed Bill's sheathed tip over her clit using her husband's cock like a toy to tease herself.

Bill's body shuddered in pleasure.

"You want this baby? You want to feel my pussy wrapped around your cock?" Amber teased.

"Yes, please," Bill groaned.

Amber then slowly inserted just the tip inside her pussy hole and gave his cock a few pumps.

"Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what happens if I stuff your cock in my pussy," Amber teased.

Bill didn't care anymore; all that he wanted was to feel Amber's pussy around his cock. "Please put my cock inside you, baby. So that Jack can fuck you on our anniversary. So that I can watch Jack fuck your ass while jerking my pathetic little cock," Bill pleaded.

Amber smirked hearing Bill's answer and dropped her entire weight, impaling herself on Bill's cock.

"Oh fuck," both Amber and Bill said in unison.

Bill saw stars as he felt the warmth of his wife's pussy snuggly around his cock. Despite wearing a condom, he still enjoyed the warm, wet feeling of Amber's pussy. Bill began moving his hips, finally being able to fuck his wife again after all these days of teasing and taunting.

"You know, Jack's going to fuck me so good on our anniversary, right, honey? He is going to fucking ruin my pussy. I wonder if I would be able to feel your little dick after he is done, babe. Amber teased. She felt so full with Bill's cock and the butt plug inside her.

Amber's wicked words were like fuel to the fire raging inside Bill. He began fucking Amber harder.

"God, I can't wait to be stretched wide open by that ugly bastard's fat cock. I'm going to be such a good slut for him, baby. Isn't that what you want, honey?" Amber taunted Bill.

Slap. Slap.

Bill spanked Amber's ass and pounded into her pussy harder. Bill was glad he had cum once earlier in the club albeit on the floor and was wearing a condom or he would cum the moment Amber had slammed her pussy down on his cock.

"You know what this means, right, Honey.? I am going to say some really mean things that are going to hurt. Hurt so good. And you want that, right?" Amber asked in a wicked tone.

"Yes," Bill hissed.

"I am going to do so many nasty things with Jack that I have never done with you before. And you would love that, wouldn't you, Honey?" Amber said in a mocking tone.

"Yes," Bill groaned.

"I am going to be Jack's dirty anal slut on our anniversary. I am going to fuck that ugly old pervert so good that you are going to wish that you never shared this perverted fantasy with me. And I will make you suffer in sweet pain. You will suffer from me, won't you, honey?" Amber asked with venom in her voice.

"Of fuck, yes," Bill groaned in agony.

Amber felt so full with the butt plug in her ass and her husband's cock filling her pussy. She knew that she wouldn't last long.

A wicked thought flashed in Amber's mind. She leaned in and kissed Bill hungrily. When she pulled back, she could see her husband's eyes burning with desire. Amber's face was so close, their lips were almost touching, and they could feel each other's heated breath on their skin.

"You know what this means, right, baby?" Amber said in a sultry voice. Her hips humped relentlessly milking Bill's cock.

Bill was so lost in the pleasure that he just grunted, "Huh," as he focused on the sensation of Amber's wet pussy gripping his cock.

"You know this would make it official on our anniversary. I will be a hot wife, Jack would be our bull, and you, my sweet little hubby… " Amber paused for effect.

Bill's breath caught, and he knew what was coming. He knew exactly what Amber meant and what she was about to say. But they had never used that word before in all these months since they started playing their little game with Jack or when they talked about the fantasy. They had never labelled themselves to a role, but now everything was in the open, and hearing Amber say the word would make it so much more real. Bill held his breath, knowing what his loving wife was about to say.

Amber looked Bill in his eyes, and with an evil smile, she leaned close to his ears and whispered, "A cuck," as she rammed her pussy down Bill's cock.

"Oh fuck," Bill growled through gritted teeth. Just hearing that single word from Amber's lips made Bill's mind explode. Amber's pussy muscles contracted and gripped Bill's cock tighter, driving him wild. All he could see was the wicked grin on Amber's face as he pumped his cock harder and faster into his wife's pussy.

Amber was squatting over Bill. Bill lifted Amber, holding her thighs, and held her right above his waist. He began to lift his hips off the bed and furiously pounded into Amber's pussy.

"Oh fuck, Bill, wait," Amber said, as she leaned forward, supporting herself with both hands on Bill's chest. She wasn't prepared for the rapid pistoning of Bill's cock. She swore she could feel Bill's cock swell in size and get even harder. His cock was hitting her G-spot repeatedly at this angle. Amber's mind was going numb with pleasure. She wanted Bill to cum with her and knew exactly how to push him over the edge.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, yes, baby. Be my little cuck. I'm going to put the horns on you. Oh yes, cum for me, you fucking cuck," Amber screamed as her hips pushed down hard on her husband's cock. Her pussy clamped down on Bill's cock milking it. Just uttering those harsh words triggered Amber's orgasm. Her mind went blank as her body spasmed in pleasure.

"Oh fuck, oh shit," was all Bill could manage as his body was pinned down by Amber's waist. It felt like Amber's pussy was sucking on cock, and just hearing those wicked words made Bill's mind explode into a million pieces. Bill's body rocked in orgasm as his cock erupted inside his wife's pussy.

Amber's fingers dug into Bill's chest almost drawing blood and Bill gripped Amber's ass in fierce possessiveness. The orgasm slowly subsided and the loving couple came down from one of the most powerful orgasms they had experienced together.

As Amber and Bill caught their breath, they were unaware that the phone lying right next to them on the bed had picked up every detail and dirty word spoken.

Amber, in the heat of the moment, had not ended the call properly when she had thrown the phone beside them on the bed. The phone had landed at a weird angle on the pillow beside them, but it fully captured both Bill and Amber's bodies in all their glorious detail.

Not far away, Jack stared at his phone screen with an evil grin. Watching the taboo interaction between husband and wife. His little game had played out well, and Jack couldn't wait for Bill and Amber's anniversary to come sooner.

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ

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 Subtitle:Neighborly Chronicles Alternate Universe Pt. 15
   Teaser:The Anniversary
 Category:Loving Wives
      URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/neighborly-chronicles-au-pt-15
Published:2025-02-09
"Hmmmm," Amber moaned as she felt Bill's lips showering soft kisses on her thighs. She smiled, knowing there was no better way to wake up than with her loving husband eating her pussy. Amber shifted on the bed and spread her legs wider, giving Bill more access to her wet folds.

Bill ran his tongue along Amber's wet slit. He could feel her stirring awake. Bill had always loved going down on his wife. He loved the scent and taste of her pussy. It made his cock instantly rock hard. He could also feel the wetness grow as he slowly ran the flat of his tongue along Amber's slit.

"Fuck, yes, baby," Amber moaned. She was fully awake now and ran her fingers through Bill's hair. Every stroke of her husband's tongue sent shivers through her body. Amber loved how perceptive Bill was to her needs. It was as if he knew exactly what to say or do. Like their bodies spoke a secret language of their own. Amber's pussy gushed as her husband's tongue thoroughly explored her folds.

Bill sucked and licked on Amber's engorged labia. Amber's pussy was like a ripe, juicy peach. Bill covered her pussy with his mouth and drank in her essence like it was ambrosia. His face is getting more and more sticky with Amber's juices.

"Fuck," Amber groaned as she ground her pussy on her husband's face. She was so turned on and knew her pussy was gushing by the wet spot she felt under her ass.

Bill ran his tongue all around his wife's entrance and slipped his tongue inside her, drinking her in. His tongue swabbed against her pussy walls, tasting the wet flesh and making Amber shudder in pleasure. He could sense Amber was close.

"Please, baby," Amber held Bill's hair tightly and guided his lips to where she needed it the most.

Bill loved when Amber got this way. Amber was always a strong and independent woman and would rarely ask for help. But sometimes when she was so turned on and on the edge, she would let go of her pride and beg to make her cum.

Bill instantly knew what his beautiful wife wanted and ran his wet tongue over her throbbing clit.

Amber's hips lifted off the bed, and she groaned in pleasure. She spread her legs wider, and her body begged for more.

Bill smiled and took the little nub of flesh in his mouth and sucked on it hard. He strummed the little bead with his tongue and was rewarded with another gush of Amber's juices. Suddenly Bill remembered the little trick Stacy had used to make Amber cum. He slowly traced his index finger over Amber's pussy and soaked it with her juices. He moved his finger down, drawing circles around Amber's asshole.

"Fuck, Baby," Amber moaned as she felt her husband's finger push against her anal ring. Amber relaxed, giving access to her husband's digits.

Bill loved feeling Amber's tight asshole clamp around his fingers. He added another finger and began sawing in and out of her puckered asshole. He clamped his mouth around Amber's clit and sucked on it hard.

Amber came hard on her husband's tongue. Amber's mind went blank, and her body went numb from pleasure. "Ooooh Fuuucccckkk," Amber groaned. Her hips lifted off the bed, and she gripped Bill's hair tighter and pulled him into her.

Despite the pain, it felt like Amber was ripping his hair off. Bill's lips never left Amber's pussy until she was so sensitive and pushed him away.

Bill was proud of himself for having learnt a new trick that could make his wife cum so hard and reminded himself to thank Stacey for the tip.

Amber came down from the orgasm and looked at Bill, who had a wide grin on his face. His face was covered in her sticky juices. "What are you smiling about?" Amber asked playfully.

"Nothing," Bill said with a goofy grin.

Amber pulled him in for a passionate kiss, tasting herself on Bill's lips.

"Happy anniversary, babe," Bill said.

"Happy anniversary," Amber said, kissing him back.

Bill leaned over and produced a small box from the side table. He opened it to reveal a beautiful heart-shaped pendant.

Amber was giddy with excitement. "Oh, it's so beautiful," Amber said, giving him a hug.

"I've got you a present too, but I didn't have time to wrap it. So, you'll have to wait until later," Amber said, giving Bill's cock a squeeze.

"Oh yeah?" Bill asked.

"Uh-huh," Amber said with a naughty smile.

"Can't wait," Bill said.

"So are you ready for today?" Amber asked.

"Honestly, I am a little nervous… " Bill said, and when he saw the frown on Amber's face, he quickly added, "But in a good way. I can't wait to see what you've planned for today," Bill said honestly.

"Good, because it's going to be fun, and there is one more thing I wanted to talk to you about," Amber said.

Bill raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"I was thinking, maybe we should have a safe word," Amber said.

"A safe word?" Bill asked. He had never thought of it, but maybe he just felt Amber would never cross a line or would understand their limits.

"Yes, you know. If things get too much. You can always use it, and I'll back down or stop. It's not necessarily just for you. Honestly, I am a little nervous about the whole anal sex thing. So maybe if it gets too much or Jack gets out of control and crosses a line, I can use the safe word and you can step in. I would just feel more comfortable if we had a way of communicating when things get too intense or out of hand," Amber said.

"Yes, yes. Of course. I'm so sorry; I never thought of it before," Bill said genuinely. "So what did you have in mind?"

Amber hadn't really thought of anything and said the first thing that came to her mind."Cupcakes."

Bill laughed and repeated, "Cupcakes, it is."

They kissed sweetly.

"So you liked having your ass played with?" Bill said, giving Amber's ass a quick swat.

"I guess you're going to find out how much by the end of the day," Amber said, which left her husband tongue-tied. Amber laughed at how easily she could get to Bill.

"Now get ready quickly cause we have guests coming over for our little pool party," Amber said with a naughty smile and hopped out of bed.

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An hour later, Bill was down stairs firing up the grill while Amber had just finished with her margarita. She kissed Bill and went upstairs to change. Bill heard the doorbell and wondered who it could be. He opened the door to be greeted by Stacey.

"Happy anniversary guys," Stacey said, giving Bill a hug and a sweet kiss on his cheek.

Stacey wore a white crop top, denim shorts, and carried a bag on her shoulder.

"Thank you. Amber is upstairs changing," Bill said.

"Well, I better go join her then," Stacey said and ran upstairs.

A couple of minutes later, Bill heard the side gate from their neighbour's house open. He went outside to see Jack come in with a wide grin. He was wearing only his swimming trunks with a towel over his shoulder.

"Howdy neighbour. Happy anniversary, Bill," Jack said with a grin, extending his hand for a handshake.

"Thanks," Bill said, taking his hand.

Suddenly a strip of condoms fell out of Jack's pocket.

"Don't you think that's a little too much?" Bill asked.

"Oh, you know how your wife gets when she is all randy," Jack laughed.

Bill was annoyed by Jack's cockiness. "You know why we agreed to do this, right?"

Jack was confused.

"Oh, come on, Jack. Did you really think I lost your stupid bet and Amber is so enamoured by your magnificent cock and all that bullshit?" Bill asked. He loved seeing the smile wiped out of Jack's face.

Jack waited for Bill to clarify.

"It's because of our fantasy," Bill said and went to explain why Amber and Bill had agreed to Jack fucking Amber on their anniversary.

This new revelation pissed Jack off. He assumed he had won the bet fair and square but didn't want to cause a scene or get into an argument with Bill at the moment. All that mattered was he was the one going to fuck that beautiful ass today, and Jack knew his moment would come when he would put Bill in his place. "Don't worry, Bill. I am going to make this anniversary a memorable one for you and Amber," Jack said in his usual cocky tone.

Bill was about to say something when he saw something had caught Jack's attention. Jack's eyes popped out, and his mouth fell open. Bill turned to see what had caused this comical reaction from his ugly old neighbour. What Bill saw made his own jaw drop.

Amber and Stacey were standing outside the sliding doors in matching red bathing suits. Amber was wearing a string bikini, while Stacey was wearing a one-piece suit. Both women looked like they had just popped out of a playboy magazine.

Amber's bikini accentuated her voluptuous figure. The top consisted of strings with triangular-shaped pieces of cloth, and her pierced nipples were clearly poking through the skimpy fabric. Her bikini bottom didn't help either. The little fabric that barely covered her crotch and the outline of her puffy pussy lips were clearly visible.

Stacey's bikini, despite being a one-piece suit, looked even more lewd than Amber's. The neckline was so low that Stacey's huge breasts threatened to spill out any moment. The high cut suit showed off Stacey's wide hips, and the crotch of the swimsuit was almost wedged between her pussy lips.

Both women looked like they had just stepped out of a scene from Baywatch.

Bill thought both women would actually look more modest if they had just gone without their bathing suits, but he guessed modesty was not the look they were going for.

"Hello boys," Amber and Stacey said in unison and giggled at the expression on both men's faces.

Stacey walked towards Jack while Amber walked towards her husband.

Stacey pressed herself against Jack's pudgy body and gave him a deep kiss. She pushed her tongue deep into Jack's mouth. Stacey's huge breasts smashed against Jack's manboobs and threatened to spill out of her bathing suit. From behind, Stacey's ass was fully on display as the bathing suit wedged between her ass cheeks.

Jack instantly reciprocated Stacey's kiss by sticking his tongue into her mouth and grabbing a handful of her bouncy ass. His fingers sunk into the soft flesh as he pulled her into him.

Amber ran her fingers over her husband's well-toned chest. She kissed him sensually and passionately. She pulled back and, with a sexy smile playing on her lips, said, "Are you ready, baby? Are you ready to watch me be a bad wife for you?" Amber asked, with their lips almost pressed against Bill's. Her hand gave Bill's stiffening cock a squeeze.

"Fuck, yes," Bill groaned.

Amber gave Bill one last peck on his cheek before turning and walking towards Jack. Just like her best friend, Amber's ass was on full display, her voluptuous ass cheeks sucked in the fabric of her bikini bottoms. She swayed her hips a little extra, feeling her husband's eyes on her bouncing ass.

Jack was still holding onto Stacey's ass. His swimming trunks pitched a huge tent as he gave Bill an ugly grin. As Amber joined the duo, she pressed her body, mirroring her best friend against Jack. He gave Amber's ass a hard slap and said, "Happy anniversary, slut."

"Thank you, Daddy," Amber groaned and kissed Jack. Unlike the sensual kiss with the husband, she kissed Jack hungrily. The kiss was sloppy and messy. They swapped saliva as their tongues battled. At one point, Jack just stuck his tongue out lewdly as Amber sucked on it.

Bill looked on at the trio with jealousy and lust burning in his eyes. His own cock was throbbing in his shorts. The image of this swine-like man with these two gorgeous women on either side, dressed in sexy bikinis, was burnt into Bill's mind forever.

Stacey was running her fingers all over Jack's hairy chest while Amber was slowly stroking his massive cock over his ridiculously small swimming trunks. After making out with Jack, Stacey and Amber kissed right in front of Jack's face.

Jack watched the two women make out and gave Bill an ugly grin. He squeezed and groped their asses. After a couple of minutes, Jack gave a slap on both their asses and said, "It's getting quite hot. Let's cool down for a bit."

All four of them got their drinks and cheered. They clinked glasses to the happy couple celebrating their anniversary.

Bill went back to his grill while Jack, Amber, and Stacey got in the pool. They waded around the pool and playfully splashed one another. All three of them kissed and made out while their hands freely roamed one another's bodies.

Bill's cock was rock hard as he tried to focus on not burning the food. He watched the three of them frolicking in the pool with jealousy. Occasionally they would look his way and say something in a low voice or laugh. Both women looked even sexier with their wet bodies, and by the way their hands moved under the water, Bill knew they were stroking Jack's cock or Jack was fingering their pussies. Despite not being able to hear or see what was happening, it turned Bill on knowing what they were doing right in front of him. He squeezed his cock like a pervert as he kept glancing at the pool.

A wet splat on the pool deck next to Bill's feet caught his attention. He turned to see that it was Jack's swimming trunks. Bill looked up to see Jack's ugly grin. Stacey was licking Jack's neck, while Amber was biting his lips and talking dirty in his ears.

Jack was in heaven as he was fawned over by these two gorgeous women. But for Jack, the best part was taunting Bill. He wanted to make sure Bill remembered this day for the rest of his life. Jack wanted to rub it in Bill's face some more, and so he whispered to the women that it was time to get out of the pool.

Amber looked like a goddess as she got out of the pool. It was such an erotic sight to see the water dripping down her body and her sensual curves. Her hand was clutching Jack's stiff cock as she led him to one of the pool deck chairs. She looked straight into her husband's eyes and blew him a kiss as they walked past him.

Jack sat like a king, with his legs spread wide open and his massive cock swinging between them. He pulled Amber, and Stacey got down on her knees in between his legs. They both had a hand on Jack's huge cock, stroking it slowly. Amber and Stacey looked at Bill and giggled.

"Fuck, yes," Jack groaned as he felt two wet tongues on his cock.

Amber and Stacey worked on Jack's cock in sync as if they had done this a thousand times before. They bathed his cock with their wet tongues. They made pouty lips and sucked on his cockhead together like suckerfish in an aquarium. While one stroked his huge shaft, the other massaged his heavy balls.

"Holy shit," Bill said, watching Amber and Stacey give Jack a double blowjob. Jack right now must be the luckiest guy in the world, Bill thought to himself. He wanted to get a better view and turned down the flame. He slowly moved closer and sat on the pool deck chair next to the one occupied by the trio. Bill's cock throbbed watching the sight in front of him.

Amber and Stacey kissed and licked along his shaft, and when they met at the top, they made out with each other, with Jack's mushroom tip in between their lips. Their tongues swirling on the sensitive cockhead. The blowjob was getting messy and sloppy with more spit and saliva. The lewd slurping and sucking noises filled the backyard.

"Oh Fuck," Jack groaned as his eyes rolled back from the pleasure. His cock was oozing a steady stream of pre-cum. He could feel goosebumps all over his body. Both women worked him over with their tongues, lips, and fingers.

Amber and Stacey continued their assault on Jack's cock. Amber would suck on his cockhead, gathering the pre-cum in her mouth. She would pull back and drool the mixture of pre-cum and saliva from the top. Stacey was licking and sucking on Jack's balls. She would hungrily lap at the nasty mixture as it dripped down Jack's cock and mixed with his ball sweat.

Bill was mesmerised by the sight in front of him. He couldn't believe how Amber and Stacey were worshipping Jack's cock. He could feel his cock oozing pre-cum in his shorts and slowly squeezed and stroked it over his shorts.

Amber's hands were in her bikini bottoms rubbing her sopping wet pussy while Stacey pushed her suit to the side and was fucking herself with three fingers. The slick wet sounds of them rubbing and fucking their dripping pussies added to the lewd sounds from the messy blowjob.

Amber let go of Jack's cock with a popping sound. She noticed her husband sitting in the adjacent deck chair and gave a naughty smile. "Are you enjoying the show, Bill? Do you like what you see? Is this turning you on, honey? Am I being a bad wife for you?" Amber asked Bill in a sultry voice. She bobbed her head on Jack's cock a couple of times. "Take your cock out, baby. Let me see how hard your cock is."

Bill pulled out his cock obediently and began slowly stroking it. His cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum.

Stacey licked her lips at the sight of Bill's cock.

Jack loved when Amber got this way. She was drunk with lust. He loved to show Bill how much Amber was under his spell and how he had corrupted his wife. Jack realised that more than him taunting Bill, the idea of this loving wife spewing cruel words at her own husband turned him on even more. He gave Bill a wicked grin.

"Do you like watching me be a slut for Jack, baby? Do you like watching me suck on his fat cock, giving him a sloppy blowjob? Something that I just denied you this morning," Amber teased.

Jack and Stacey chuckled at Amber's comment.

This made Bill's cheeks turn red in embarrassment. The way Amber was casually putting him down in front of Jack and Stacey made his cock twitch. Amber's dark persona was slowly rearing its head, and Bill knew he was in for a wild ride.

"That's a good slut," Jack praised Amber and pulled her up for a sloppy kiss. Stacey was working his cock while Amber was sitting on his lap while making out with him. Jack roughly groped Amber's ass and gave it a slap. "So, what else did your dear husband ask for?" Jack asked with an ugly grin. He loved watching Amber in the skimpy bikini and didn't want to take it off of her. So Jack pushed the triangular fabric and freed Amber's bouncing tits. He took one pierced nipple in his mouth, swiping his tongue across the sensitive bud, eliciting a groan from Amber.

"He wanted to fuck my pussy this morning," Amber said.

"Hmm, what did my slut do?" Jack asked with a wide grin, knowing the answer, but he wanted Amber to say it, to put Bill in his place. He took the other nipple in his mouth and nipped at the little hard pebble like nipple.

"Oooh, fuck yes. I told him, I wanted Daddy to be the first to fuck me on our anniversary," Amber said with a wicked glint in her eyes.

Jack burst out into laughter, giving Amber's ass a hard spank. "That's my slut."

Stacey chuckled while swirling her tongue around Jack's cockhead.

Bill squirmed, but his cock throbbed in his hands.

"Let's get to it then," Jack said to Amber as he pulled Amber down on the deck chair. "But first, you sluts have got me so riled up. I want to dump my first load down your throat," Jack said.

Amber smiled, remembering one of their first times when she let Jack fuck her throat. The way it got Bill so turned on and joined in. So, instead of getting on her knees, Amber lay down on her back, on the deck chair, with her face at the edge.

Jack grinned widely, knowingly exactly what Amber wanted, and looked at Bill. He moved to position his cock in front of Amber's face. He slapped his cock on Amber's cheeks and rubbed his balls all over her face. "By the end of today, I'm going to fill all your wife's holes, Bill. I'm going to make a mess of her," Jack sneered, and without any preamble, he pushed his cock deep into Amber's upturned mouth to the hilt.

Bill couldn't take his eyes off the depraved scene in front of him. He could see Amber's throat bulging with Jack's huge cock. He squeezed his cock and slowed down his stroking, not wanting to cum too soon.

"I'm going to ruin your wife right in front of you," Jack grunted as he pulled back and thrust deep into Amber's throat again. "'I'm going to make sure that every year on your anniversary, you don't even remember your own wedding day, but as the day I fucking ruined all your wives' fuckholes." Jack sneered as he began picking up pace and fucking Amber's throat like a cunt.

Amber loved when Jack got so rough. She was rubbing her pussy with one hand while the other tugged on her nipples. Amber relaxed her throat and took everything Jack gave her. Her face was a slobbering mess with her throat slime. Her hair and makeup were ruined, but she didn't care.

Gluck. Gluck. Gluck.

The backyard was filled with the facefucking noises.

Stacey was amazed at how her best friend was taking Jack's cock. She moved to sit beside Bill and rubbed her pussy.

Jack was already on the edge from the mind-blowing double blowjob. He fucked Amber's throat faster and deeper. He could see Amber's fingers working her slick cunt and knew how much the married slut was enjoying this. "Oh fuck," Jack groaned as he dumped a huge load in Amber's throat. His cock spewed ropes of cum directly into Amber's belly.

Just the taste of Jack's cum and the rough throat fucking sent Amber over the edge. She grabbed her pussy as her hips bucked up from the deck chair. Her moans were muffled by Jack's huge cock and cum.

Bill dared not to touch his cock, knowing he would explode from the slightest touch. Just then he felt a warm hand wrap around his cock. Bill turned to see Stacey staring at his cock with a wicked smile. "Stacey, no."

"It's ok, Bill. It's ok to cum watching your sweet wife's mouth get used like a fucking cunt. It's ok to cum watching your wife get face fucked like a fucking a whore," Stacey hissed while gripping Bill's cock tightly and pumping it fast.

"Oh fuck," was all Bill managed as his cock exploded. He shot ropes of cum all over the chest and stomach.

As they all came down from their orgasm.

Jack's cock was still throbbing and he wanted to tease Amber some more. Just the sight of Amber's squirming body in the red bikini made his cock hard again. He turned Amber around and rubbed his cock along her sensitive slit.

"Oh fuck," Amber groaned.

Despite his muddled brain, Bill muttered, "Condom. Jack, condom."

"Relax buddy, I'm just going to tease your slut wife," Jack said as she continued to saw his cock in between Amber's pussy lips. Jack turned his attention to Amber and said "Now tell me what you want slut?"

Amber's body was in heat. She desperately needed a cock to fill her up. "Please fuck me, Jack."

Jack grinned and rubbed Amber's juicy pussy lips with his cock. He dragged his mushroom tip over her sensitive clit making Amber groan in agony. "But isn't today your anniversary? It's such a special day for the both of you. Don't you want to make sweet love with your husband?" Jack said in a mocking tone.

"No, Please Jack. I don't want to make love with my husband, I want to get fucked," Amber squirmed under Jack trying to get his cock inside her but Jack was quick to move back making Amber groan in frustration.

"You're such a bad wife aren't you? Wanting to fuck an ugly old neighbour like me on your anniversary," Jack said as he slowly started to move his hips. Jack was standing in between Amber's spread legs and was holding Amber's wrists over her head. His angry cock was hard as steel and his bulbous cock head oozed pre-cum. Jack wanted Amber's mind to melt with pleasure. He wanted Amber to be a drooling mess when he fucked her pussy. Jack wanted Bill to see his wife become a mindless slut for him. So Jack moved his hips not penetrating Amber's pussy but he was stabbing her sensitive clit with his blunt angry cock head. It was as if Jack was playing the drums, Amber's body his drum and his huge cock his drumstick. Amber could feel the vibrations pulsating through her.

"Yes, I'm such a bad wife. I am such a slut. I am your slut, daddy," Amber panted.

"But I thought your husband doesn't like me. I'm such a creepy old pervert," Jack said looking at Bill with an ugly grin. His sweaty body rocked back and forth as his cock punched the bundle of nerves sending shock waves of pleasure throughout Amber's body.

"Yes, my husband thinks you are a dirty pervert. I think you are creepy bastard too but I fucking love your dirty cock. I fucking want it in me," Amber hissed humping her hips in the air.

"Oh, but don't you think Bill would feel bad? I bet his little dick is throbbing to make love to you," Jack said in a mocking tone.

"Fuck, I don't care how my husband feels. He can never fuck me like you, Daddy. His pathetic little dick can never stretch my pussy like your magnificent cock," Amber pleaded.

"Oh my poor slut. You have it so bad for Uncle Jack, don't you? Your married cunt is itching for my dirty cock, isn't it?" Jack said as hips moved quickly just his cockhead penetrated Amber's aching pussy for a second before he pulled out.

"Oh fuck, yessss," Amber groaned. "Pleasssee daddy, give it to me."

Before Bill could object to what Jack was doing, Jack had pulled out.

"But I feel so bad for Bill. Look at him. He is right here. Don't you want your loving husband to fuck you?" Jack said he once again dipped his bare cock just a little deeper inside Amber's pussy and drew out.

"Oh fuck, yes," Amber moaned in pleasure as her hips bucked searching for Jack's cock. Her sensitive pussy felt so good with Jack's bare cock rubbing inside her.

Stacey could see the pleasure on her friend's face.

"I don't care, Daddy. Let him watch. Let him watch me get fucked by a real man. Show my dumb husband, how to really fuck his wife," Amber pleaded.

Bill clutched the deck chair firmly. His own cock throbbing as he watched Jack slowly break down Amber's walls.

"You would probably break his little heart. Every time I ram my cock up your cunt, it would be like a knife stabbing through his heart. Would you still want me to fuck you? Would you still want me to stuff your married cunt?" Jack sneered as he pumped his cock in and out of Amber's throbbing pussy making her groan in agony.

"I don't care, Daddy. I just want your cock inside me. I want you to fill me up," Amber pleaded.

"Then beg for my cock, you dirty slut," Jack growled.

"Fuck me, daddy. Fuck my married pussy while my husband watches. Fuck me on my fucking anniversary. I want you to fucking ruin my… " Amber groaned mid sentence as Jack stabbed his cock deep inside Amber's pussy but did not move.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Amber moaned as she had a mini orgasm just by Jack's cock penetrating her. Amber tried to move her hips but Jack held her down making her squirm in agony.

"Jack, condom," Bill finally blurted out in a breathy voice.

"Relax, buddy. I'm just warming her up," Jack said as he slowly pulled his cock out and quickly slipped on a condom.

Amber groaned in frustration and felt so empty when Jack pulled out. She squirmed and ran her fingers over his hot and sweaty skin, wanting to feel the connection.

Jack was pissed off, but he didn't want to argue with Bill right now. He just wanted to feel Amber's hot pussy around his cock. Without any preamble, Jack drove his cock deep into Amber's pussy again. Amber was so wet his cock slipped in like a hot knife cutting through butter. Both Amber and Jack groaned in pleasure. Jack began pumping his condom-covered cock in and out of Amber's pussy.

Stacey watched the agony in her friend's face. She knew Amber was glad Jack was fucking her again, but something was missing. And Stacey knew exactly what. The feeling of a bare cock, the skin-to-skin contact, the way a raw cock felt inside a pussy, it was something only a woman would understand. So being a good friend, Stacey knew exactly what Amber craved for and decided to help her out. She turned to see Bill catching his breath and his cock still semi-hard as he watched Jack and Amber.

Stacey took hold of Bill's slick cock and gave it a few pumps. Her well-manicured fingers sent shivers throughout Bill's body. She got down in front of Bill and pushed the shoulder straps of her bathing suit down, freeing her massive tits.

"Fuck," Bill groaned at the sight of Stacey's magnificent breasts softly bouncing as she pumped his cock.

"How about we make one last bet, Bill?" Stacey asked, running her palm over Bill's sensitive cockhead.

Bill's body jerked in pleasure.

Stacey leaned in close so that her lips were pressed against Bill's cock and said in a sultry voice. "I will give you a blowjob, and Jack will fuck Amber," Stacey said, giving Bill's cock a few licks with her wet tongue. "And if you come before Jack,. You lose. And if you lose, Jack gets to fuck Amber raw without a condom," Stacey hissed, taking Bill's cock in her mouth and swirling her tongue on his cockhead.

"You know you can win this, Bill. I'm just going to use my lips on your cock, but you know how your wife's warm and wet pussy feels. That warm and slippery fuckhole. I bet Jack can't hold back when she milks his cock with her wet cunt," Stacey gave Amber a naughty wink.

"I don't know," Bill groaned, trying hard to think clearly.

"Oh, come on, Bill. Look at Amber. You have already lost the bet, lost the chance to fuck Amber's ass. Why not give her this one last thing? Why not give her this one true pleasure of feeling Jack's bare cock? You know Amber wants this. Look at her, Bill. Look how much she is enjoying Jack's cock. Don't you think she would enjoy it even more without that stupid condom?" Stacey teased Bill. She squeezed her tits together around Bill's cock. She spit on Bill's cock, mashed in between her huge jugs to lubricate it. Stacey began moving up and down, giving Bill a boobjob.

"Oh fuck," Bill groaned. He cock was rock hard. Stacey's pillowy tits mashing his cock felt heavenly.

Stacey saw Bill's face contorted in pleasure and knew she had Bill by his balls. She looked to meet Jack's eyes, who had a wicked grin on his face. "What about you, Amber, honey? Don't you want Jack to fuck you raw?"

Jack chose that moment to thrust deep, hitting a sensitive spot, and gave a stinging slap on her jiggling bubble butt.

Amber, who was lost in her own world of pleasure, hissed in pain and pleasure. "Aaaaah, fuck, yes," she said absent-mindedly.

Stacey gave Jack a naughty wink and said, "See Bill, Amber wants this too. So what do you say?" Stacey said in her most pouty voice.

She ran her fingers over Bill's balls and gave them a gentle squeeze while taking his cockhead in her mouth and swirling her tongue on his sensitive head.

"Oh fuck, ok. Ok," Bill groaned in agreement. Bill's mind was a fog of lust, and he himself wasn't sure if he said yes to the bet or just a response to Stacey's teasing.

Jack's heart pounded faster hearing Bill's agreement. From the day they had made the anniversary bet, the only thing that had been nagging him was the condom condition. He had been thinking of various ways to convince Amber into letting him fuck her raw. It felt like all the stars were finally aligning in his favour.

Stacey began her assault on Bill's cock. Her tongue slithered all over the mushroom tip. She ran her tongue along Bill's slit and tasted his precum directly from the source. Stacey ran her hands along his slimy shaft and used a rotating motion. She bathed Bill's cock and balls in her saliva, making his groin even more messy.

Bill shuddered in pleasure. "Oh fuck," he moaned as Stacey gave her one of the best blowjobs of his life. In his daze, Bill even noticed Jack's jealous eyes on Stacey as she slobbered all over his cock.

Jack was taking it out on Amber by fucking her deeper and faster.

"Oh fuck, yes. Fuck me harder, Daddy," Amber moaned. Amber felt a pang of jealousy as she watched Bill's face contorted in pleasure with her best friend giving him a sloppy blowjob. Amber wondered did Bill feel pleasure like this when she gave him a blowjob. Was he enjoying Stacey's lips more than hers? If she was being honest Amber knew she was yet to show her husband how much she had perfected her oral skills.

Stacey ran her tongue along Bill's shaft and took his cock in her mouth. She slowly began guiding Bill's length down her throat. Stacey realised Bill was just the right size-the perfect length and girth. His cock was perfect for deep throating while not having to choke. She took Bill's entire length to the hilt and massaged his cock with her throat.

"Oh shit, Stacey, please," Bill groaned. He began taking deep breaths, afraid he would cum too soon.

Stacey came up for air and let Bill's cock go with a loud plop. Her face was a mess with precum, saliva, and sweat. A huge string of throat slime connects Bill's cock and Stacey's lips. She looked at Bill with a wicked grin as her hands began stroking Bill's slimy cock.

"Oh fuck, Stacey," Bill groaned, his mind foggy with lust.

Stacey knew the effect she was having on Bill. She moved down and lapped at Bill's balls. Taking each one in her mouth and softly sucking on them. Stacey looked up to meet Amber's eyes filled with lust. Stacey knew what her friend wanted, but she didn't want to cross the line with her friend's husband. Stacey wanted Amber to be sure; this is what she wanted.

Amber rode Jack's cock hard, but she knew her pussy craved for more. Her hips moving faster and grinding down on Jack's crotch, craving to feel his bare cock in her pussy. It was as if Stacey could read her mind, and her best friend knew exactly what she wanted. So Amber looked at Stacey and gave her a slight nod, which the men barely noticed, but her friend knew exactly what needed to be done.

Stacey gave a naughty smile and moved lower. Her tongue slithered lower, licking Bill's perineum.

Bill groaned lost in pleasure.

Stacey moved lower, swiping her warm wet tongue over Bill's puckered asshole. Stacey could tell she had caught Bill by surprise as his asshole clenched tightly. She smiled and ran the flat of her tongue slowly over Bill's puckered hole again, letting Bill know it wasn't by accident that her tongue was lapping on his asshole.

"Oh, my fucking god," Bill groaned, not believing what Stacey was doing. His mind was still trying to comprehend the pleasure he was receiving. He had never dreamt in his wildest dreams that he would get a rimjob from a woman. Even with Amber, he always imagined it would only be him, rimming her ass, and never the other way around.

Stacey's hands never left Bill's cock, steadily pumping his stiff member while her tongue worked his asshole. Her tongue was now trying to wiggling against Bill's ass, promising to give him pleasure beyond his wildest dreams.

Bill didn't care about losing the bet anymore. His body needed more of what Stacey had to offer. His body relaxed, surrendering to Stacey's tongue.

As soon as she felt Bill's ass relax, Stacey's tongue pushed past the tight ring of muscles, worming its way into the tight hole.

"Stacey, please," was all Bill managed as his eyes rolled back. His cock exploded, spurting a huge rope of cum on his chest.

This time Stacey moved swiftly to cover her mouth over Bill's cockhead, tasting his salty cum down her throat. She hummed in pleasure, savouring the taste and texture of Bill's cum.

Amber looked at her husband's face contorted in pleasure as he came. She could see Stacey gulping down Bill's cum. Her cheeks hollow as she drained his balls. Amber felt her heart squeeze for a moment, realising Stacey was tasting Bill's cum. Her husband's cum. Something only she had the privilege of since their marriage.

Jack let out a huge sigh, not realising he had been holding his breath.

Fuck, this was finally happening. All his dreams were finally going to come true. He was going to have a threesome with Amber and Stacey. He was going to fuck Amber raw without a condom. He was going to fuck Amber's tight ass. All this while Bill watched and all this on Bill and Amber's anniversary. He couldn't have dreamt of a better deal. His cock was hard as steel. He stopped moving and didn't want to be in Amber's pussy with a condom in between them even for a second more. Jack wanted Bill to have a clear view when he rammed his bare cock up in his wife's pussy. So, Jack sat down on the deck chair and made Amber straddle him in a reverse cowgirl position. He gave Amber's ass a hard slap while giving Bill a wicked grin. "Take it off, slut," Jack sneered.

Amber gave Stacey a thankful smile. Amber looked Bill straight in the eyes as she lifted her hips, and Jack's cock slid out of her wet pussy with an audible pop. Amber slowly removed the condom from Jack's cock and threw it absentmindedly. The condom landed with a wet plop in between Bill's feet.

Bill saw the latex sheath oozing Jack's pre-cum. He looked up to meet Amber's eyes.

Amber had a wicked smile as she lewdly stuck her tongue out and ran the flat of her palm over it. Amber then crudely spit into her palm before grabbing Jack's cock with her slick hands, giving it a few pumps until Jack's stiff member was coated in her saliva. Amber guided it towards the entrance of her pussy. "Fuck, yes," Amber groaned as she slipped Jack's cock a few times in between her slick slit, coating it in her juices.

Jack's crude behaviour had definitely rubbed off on Amber, Bill thought to himself.

Bill was so engrossed by the scene in front of him that he barely noticed Stacey get behind him. He felt her presence as her warm sweaty skin pressed up against his back. He could feel her huge breasts and hard nipples rubbing against his back while her hot breath was on his neck. Stacey's arms snaked around Bill's body, running over his chisel chest and abs, while her other hand squeezed his already stiffening member.

Stacey knew she would be lying if she said she had never fantasised about her best friend's husband all these years. His tall, handsome, and well-toned physique was every woman's fantasy. The way he looks all sweaty and musky in the gym after their workout would make any woman cream her panties. And if that didn't do it, his friendly smile and charming personality would knock the socks off any woman.

But Stacey had never crossed the line with Bill; being her best friend's husband, she knew he was definitely off limits. But lately, what attracted Stacey even more to Bill was his dark side. She always thought of Bill as a vanilla sex kind of guy, but now that she knew his perverted secrets and kinky mind, it magnified Stacey's attraction to Bill like a moth to a flame. But today she didn't have to hold back because her best friend had given her permission to tease her husband, and Stacey intended to take advantage of every single minute to corrupt this handsome, loving, and perverted husband.

Her fingers explored his chiselled body as she softly grazed her nails over his nipples, making Bill groan. Her other hand found his throbbing cock and Stacey could feel Bill's pulse through the rigid cock. She gave soft kisses on Bill's neck and bit his earlobes sensually as she took in the scent of his manly musk.

"Are you watching this, Bill? Can you see how Jack's thick cock is splitting my pussy open?" Amber teased as she lowered herself slowly onto Jack's cock. Amber's wet pussy lips kissed and sucked on Jack's bulbous head. Another gush of pussy juice drooled down Jack's cock as Amber's pussy slowly swallowed the massive organ.

Bill was mesmerised by the sight of Jack's bare cock slowly pushing into his wife's wet pussy. He held his breath as he watched the girthy rod disappear into his wife, still amazed by how Amber could take it all in her.

Like the devil on his shoulders, Stacey whispered in Bill's ear, "You can never stretch your wife's pussy like that with your little cock. Can you Bill?"

"Oh fuck," Amber groaned as she fully sank onto Jack's cock. Her thighs trembled as she felt Jack's raw cock deep in her pussy. She took a moment to catch her breath and looked straight into Bill's eyes with a naughty smile.

"Is your little dick getting hard, honey? Is it jealous watching Jack's dirty cock deep in my warm, wet fuckhole?" Amber said in a sultry voice.

"Little Billy, wanked his willy," Stacey cooed as she pumped Bill's cock.

Jack had an ugly grin on his face as he slowly pumped into Amber's pussy. "Tell him. Tell your little hubby how my bare cock feels in your pussy," Jack said, giving Amber's ass a slap.

"Ouch fuck yes, daddy," Amber moaned. "I can feel every ridge and every vein on Jack's cock, honey. The way his bare cock is rubbing against my insides is making my mind melt, baby," Amber said through gritted teeth.

"When was the last time you felt your wife's pussy raw, Bill?" Stacey whispered with a laugh.

Jack took hold of Amber's hips and began pumping into her, faster and deeper.

"Oh fuck. Oh shit. His cock is so deep inside me, baby. His huge cock is hitting spots that your little dick can never reach," Amber groaned. Her legs began to wobble, trying to close, but Jack pulled them apart and thrust deeper into her.

"Watch how that nasty old pervert is breaking your wife," Stacey whispered with a cruel sneer and pumped Bill's cock faster.

Jack had had enough of teasing and taunting. Now it was time to get to business. He wanted to fuck his married slut and make Bill see his wife turn into a mumbling mess.

"Oh fuck. Jack, hold on. Please slow down," Amber pleaded, but Jack only started hammering into Amber's wet pussy even faster.

Bill stared at the juncture between Amber's wide-spread legs. Jack's cock was blur as she pounded his wife mercilessly. What Bill saw next made his jaw drop. He had only seen it in porn and heard of it in anime, "Ahegao." It was as if Amber's mind was melting. Her eyes rolled back, and her mouth was slack-jawed.

"Jaaaaccccckkk, pllleeeaaasseee," Amber drooled. Her body was like jelly, and Jack was holding her up by her armpits. He was using her like a mindless sex toy. It was as if Amber's pussy was so stretched it had no resistance as Jack's cock pounded into the wesh gash.

But Jack was on a mission. He wanted to show Bill that despite what he did or how many times he tried, he could never fuck his wife the way Jack could. Jack could feel Amber's arms and legs wobble as her mind went numb with pleasure. He could see her ass clenching and flexing as he pounded her senseless. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he went in for the finish. Jack shifted Amber's body, knowing one of her sensitive spots, and focused his assault on that one single spot.

"Holy fuck," Bill and Stacey said together. Bill wishing he could fuck like that and Stacey wishing she could be fucked like that. Bill had watched his wife cum a thousand times but never like this. For a moment he was scared if true love stood a chance in front of such powerful orgasms.

"Aaaaarrrrggghhhh, aaaaarrrggghhhh," Amber groaned like a wounded animal as her body began to spasm as if she were having a seizure. She was slack-jawed as her tongue was hanging out drooling. Her arms and legs flailing as a wet gush erupted from her pussy landing all the way across on Bill and Stacey.

Amber was squirting.

Amber was having the biggest orgasm of her life and wasn't even fully conscious to experience it. But that didn't stop Jack from fucking her into a mindless mess.

"Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh, aaaaaarrrhhh," Amber continued groaning as her orgasm ripped through her. What Amber felt was primal and divine at the same time.

Jack roared as he came hard. Amber's convulsing pussy was milking his cock so hard, it felt her pussy would rip his cock off. He stabbed into Amber's pussy hard every time a powerful spurt of cum erupted from his cock. He wanted to coat her insides with his illicit cum. "Arrrggh," Jack grunted as he filled this gorgeous wife's married cunt with his thick spunk.

'The fucking bastard had really done it. He had really fucked Amber senseless,' Bill thought to himself. Bill and Stacey stared at the spectacle in front of them in awe. Stacey had stopped pumping Bill's cock, but without even being stroked, Bill's cock exploded involuntarily. Unlike Jack's thick, potent cum filling his wife's pussy, Bill's landed on the pool deck.

Jack slowly stopped humping into Amber as he let her fall on to his fat belly and pudgy chest.

Amber felt like jelly and couldn't feel her arms or legs; she just rested against Jack catching her breath.

Bill started in between Amber's legs in awe. Amber's pussy was gapping as Jack's thick spunk oozed out of her pussy. The gooey cum and pussy juice was dripping onto Jack's semi-hard cock coating it in a slimy white mixture.

"Happy Anniversary, Bill," Jack said, panting with an evil grin as he watched Bill's dumbstruck face.

—-

"To the most beautiful woman in my life, her dirty mind and our crazy journey together," Bill said as they clinked their glasses of champagne.

"To us," Amber said with a smile as she took a sip of the fizzy golden drink.

Bill couldn't help admiring his beautiful wife. She was wearing a burgundy cocktail dress. It was a one-shoulder dress with an asymmetrical design. The dress hugged Amber's body in all the right places. and it came up to her knees. It came up to her knees and had a slit that ran up one thigh, displaying her well-toned, long legs. The heels displayed her painted toenails, which matched her outfit. Her neck was adorned with the pendant Bill had given her earlier this morning, and she had paired it with simple gold earrings. Amber had coiffed her hair neatly into a bun, which showed off her long neck. Her simple makeup and luscious lips made her look classy and hot at the same time. Amber was the epitome of elegance and sophistication in this dress.

Bill and Amber chatted and laughed about mundane things. It felt like any other anniversary dinner. Things just felt so normal and simple. It felt nice to take a break from everything going on. And the absence of Jack and Stacey helped them focus on each other. There was no pressure from what they had done or from what they were about to do. The moment was just about them and their love for one another.

They had just finished their wine, and Bill had asked for the check.

Amber took a deep breath and said, "Well, this is your last chance to back out. Are you sure you want to go ahead with this?" Amber asked.

Bill couldn't deny that watching Amber and Stacey with Jack that morning had driven him wild, and a part of him eagerly wanted to know what his wife had planned for the night…

Seeing Bill's silence. Amber said, "You just have to say the word, and we can drop everything. I can ask Stacey to entertain Jack for the evening while we spend the night by ourselves. We don't have to do anything even if you have the slightest doubt about going through with this," Amber assured her husband.

Bill took Amber's hand in his and smiled lovingly at his wife. "Why? Are you having second thoughts baby? Because I did see the jealousy in your eyes when Stacey was giving me a blowjob," Bill said with a mischievous smile.

"Says the guy whose jaw dropped when Jack stuck his bare cock in my pussy," Amber retorted.

Bill's eyes went wide, and his cock twitched, remembering the scene from the morning.

Amber laughed at her husband and said, "I'm just making sure you are ok with everything and prepared for what I have planned."

"I'm a big boy. I think I can handle a little teasing and taunting. Bring it on, baby," Bill said. He could see Amber was mulling something over in her head and asked, "What is it, honey?"

"After everything we did this morning," Amber hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Well, if I'm being honest. I kind of enjoyed playing the bad wife. We have never really done this before, at least not in the presence of someone else. You know, being so mean, talking filthy and doing all those dirty things. Makes me feel like some dark powerful villain." Amber said and paused.

"Go on," Bill said with an encouraging smile.

"Well, I thought I could embrace my dark persona and since we have our safe word. I just wanted to push your limits, well our limits. What do you think?" Amber asked.

Bill just smiled and said, "Yes, be my evil queen."

Amber, accepting her husband's challenge, decided to turn up the heat. She looked around to see that no one was watching them, and the fact that their table was dimly lit. She turned to look at her husband and gave him a naughty smile. As her hands moved below the table, Bill was confused at first, but his eyes grew wide once he realised what Amber was doing.

With a sexy smile, Amber dropped her black thong on the table in front of Bill.

Bill immediately snatched the lacy garment and stuffed it in his pocket.

Amber chuckled at how easily she could rile up her husband.

When the young waiter returned with the check, Bill finished paying. Bill and Amber stood to leave, and the young waiter was beside them, thanking them for their visit. Ambr had a naughty idea to tease her husband.

"Oh honey, don't you think he deserves a good tip for his excellent service?" Amber said.

Bill was confused for a moment when Amber, slowly, with just two of her manicured fingers, reached for his pocket and pulled out her thong. With a sexy smile, she dropped the garment on the check that her husband had just paid.

The young waiter's eyes grew wide, realising what the gorgeous woman was tipping him. His face turned pink as he tentatively took the thong and discreetly stuffed it in his pocket.

"Let's go, honey; the butt plug in my ass is beginning to get a little uncomfortable," Amber said in a sultry voice just loud enough for the young waiter to hear.

The poor guy's eyes almost popped out, and he looked as if he would come in his pants any moment. He was brought back to reality when he heard Amber's laughter as the couple exited the restaurant. The young waiter longingly stared at Amber's voluptuous ass and rushed towards the staff toilet to relieve himself.

Five minutes later, Bill and Amber were seated at the back of a cab returning to their home.

Bill was silent.

Amber saw her husband wanted him to relax and loosen him a bit. She decided to tease him a little.So she slowly reached over and gave Bill's cock a squeeze over his pants.

"Baby, what are you doing? He can see us," Bill whispered.

Amber gave Bill a naughty smile. "What if I wanted him to see us?" Amber said in a sultry voice. Squeezing his cock over his pants.

Bill was surprised by Amber's forwardness. They definitely had come a long way; he still remembered how Amber had scolded him the first time she had tried, exposing her in a similar cab. Bill loved Amber's transformation from a shy wife to a sexually confident woman.

Without losing eye contact, Amba slowly pulled down Bill's pant zipper. A naughty smile playing on her lips.

Bill thought the sound of his fan zipper was so loud that even the cab driver in the front could have heard it, and he was not wrong. He could see the cab driver adjusting the rearview mirror, trying to get a peek. Bill had never done anything sexual in public and was a little embarrassed by Amber's actions.

Ambur saw her husband's flushed face and thought it was cute, but that didn't stop her from fishing out her husband's throbbing cock from his pants. When she looked up, her eyes caught the attention of the cab driver in the rearview mirror. "You don't mind, do you, good sir, if I give my husband a blowjob in the backseat?" Amber said in a sexy voice.

The cab driver was a man in his late 50s. He sure had seen a lot of freaky things happen in his backseat, but most of it was between young drunk men and women. Today, his passengers seemed very sophisticated and well-mannered. So the cab driver was surprised when this beautiful woman addressed him directly while acting so naughty. His old cock that had not received attention in a long time sprang to life just from this gorgeous woman's voice. "No… No, Miss," muttered the old man.

"Well, thank you, good sir. Because today is a very special day for us, isn't it, honey?" Amber said, looking at Bill and giving him a soft kiss on his cheeks. Her hands never stopped pumping her husband's rigid member.

"Yes… It's our anniversary today," Bill managed to croak out.

Amber leaned down and ran her tongue along Bill's stiff cock. "And you see, my husband loves when I act so naughty in public. Don't you, honey?" Amber asked in a teasing tone before taking Bill's mushroom tip in her mouth and savouring the taste of his pre-cum.

"Yes," Bill groaned, feeling his wife's warm, wet mouth envelop his throbbing cock.

Amber sucked and licked Bill's cock, driving him wild. She could tell Bill was excited and was eagerly anticipating what she had planned for the evening.

When they stopped at a red light, the old cab driver turned to look behind. He squeezed his cock watching the gorgeous wife give her husband a blowjob. "Damn, you are one lucky man," the cab driver said.

Bill just groaned.

Amber let her husband's cock out of her mouth with an audible pop and smiled. She licked the underside of Bill's cock, causing Bill's body to shudder in pleasure. "Oh yes, he is. Tell him, honey. Tell him what we have planned for tonight."

Bill's mind was in a fog of lust. "Tell what?" Bill said absentmindedly.

Amber gave Bill's balls a gentle squeeze, getting his attention.

Bill knew what Amber was getting at but hoped he could get away without humiliating himself.

"A threesome," Bill groaned.

The old man's eyes grew wide.

"Yes," Amber smiled at Bill's half-truth but decided to let it slip for now. She looked at the old man while polishing her husband's cock head a few times with her tongue. "With my very sexy best friend."

The honking cars behind them brought the old man back to reality from all the lewd mental images in his head. As the old man drove to their destination with a painful hard-on, his cab was filled with the sucking and slurping noises from the backseat.

Amber continued sucking on Bill's cock until they had reached their home.

As if not to disturb the couple, the old man just parked the cab in the quiet street and turned to watch the debauchery in his backseat. He slowly pulled out his cock and was jerking his cock to the stunning woman and wished he was the lucky guy receiving the blowjob.

Amber could feel the old man's eyes on her, and a naughty idea flashed in her mind. She drew back from Bill's cock and asked, "Tell him, baby. Tell this old stranger what else we have planned, honey?".

"Oh fuck," Bill groaned, knowing Amber wasn't going to let him off that easily. "Anal… anal sex," Bill said, hoping Amber would not make him reveal any further humiliating details.

The old man's jaw dropped. His eyes burnt with jealousy; in his younger days, he had felt numerous tight assholes clamp down on his cock. He would give his right arm to be with this stunning beauty. His hand moved faster, imagining the stunning wife's puckered ass being stretched by her husband's thick cock.

Amber chuckled at Bill's resistance to tell the truth. "Yes, today I'm going to lose my anal virginity. I am going to get fucked in the ass," Amber hissed. She could see the old man pumping his stubby cock, and it made her feel so powerful, controlling these two men's pleasure.

Bill groaned at Amber's dirty words.

Even the poor old cab driver was at the edge of his seat. He couldn't believe the filth coming out of such an elegant woman's mouth. 'Lucky bastard,' he thought to himself, seeing Bill enjoy the amazing blowjob from his wife.

Amber took Bill's cock deep in her throat, and her tongue lapped at his balls. She was putting on a show for the old cab driver. The cab driver was pumping his cock furiously, looking longingly at Amber for some kind of attention, but Amber was in no mood to play with anyone else other than her husband. The old man had to be satisfied with just watching. Amber's makeup was starting to run down her face, and her well-coiffed hair was now in a mess. Amber pulled back from Bill's cock, not breaking eye contact with the cab driver. A long string of saliva connecting her lips to Bill's cock. She had a wicked glint in her eyes as she said in a sultry voice, "Tell him, Bill. Are you going to fuck my ass tonight?"

Bill's mind was hazy with lust. He couldn't think straight with Amber's tongue slowly licking from the underside of his cock along his clit, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout his body. "No, Jack is going to fuck you," he groaned out with his eyes rolling back.

The cab driver was confused for a second.

The wicked smile on Amber's lips grew wider. "That's right. Another man is going to fuck me tonight. An old pervert with a much bigger cock than my little-dicked hubby is going to fuck me and my friend," Amber said.

"Fuck," the old cab driver groaned. He stared at Bill's cock and knew he was not small by any means, but his wife must be quite a slut if she needed bigger cocks to satisfy her. He knew this generation was having all sorts of freaky sex by the porn he watched these days but didn't imagine a sophisticated couple like Amber and Bill would be into such nasty sex. A number of questions ran through the old man's head. Were these two really married? They did have matching rings. Was it really their anniversary? Was this gorgeous beauty really going to have a threesome with her best friend and another man? And was her husband going to just stand there and watch? Are these two some sick perverts messing with him? Nevertheless, the old cab driver's hand moved faster on his cock, imagining Amber being a slut for another man.

Bill groaned, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment. Now a complete stranger knew their secret. Amber acting so badly and exposing him to a stranger like this was driving him wild. His cock was hard as a rock as Amber squeezed it even more tightly.

"Yes, I am a nasty slut for another man. I have fucked him so many times behind my husband's back. His cock is so much bigger and better than my husband's little dick. I am an evil bitch who makes my husband wear condoms while I fuck my bull's cock raw. Today, my best friend and I are going to his fucking whores. I'm going to be a three-hole fuck slut for my bull while my pathetic husband watches and jerks off.He is going to ruin my married cunt and ass. Jack is going to fill all my holes with his nasty jizz all night long," Amber bellowed.

"Oh my fucking god," Bill and the old cab driver said in unison.

Bill's cock exploded, and as the first rope of cum hit Amber's face, she immediately covered her husband's cock with her mouth and gulped down every drop of his cum.

The old cab driver didn't stand a chance either; he spurted cum all over his shirt and pants. He had never met a woman who talked so nasty in his life before. He didn't know if what the beautiful wife said was true, but he really didn't care.

Something about confessing to a total stranger had relieved the pressure in Amber's mind. She felt like a dam had broken inside her. Something about letting it all out and telling a total stranger whom they might never see again made her feel more light. Just saying the words made it more real, and the way Bill orgasmed to her wicked words was like his approval and blessing for what was to come. Amber looked up to meet Bill's eyes, which were filled with love for her. They kissed passionately. Soon, the loving couple was walking towards their front door, holding hands while the bewildered cab driver wondered what the hell was going on in the world.

—-

As Bill and Amber walked into their home, Bill was not surprised to find Stacey and Jack were at their dining table. Stacey had a glass of wine in front of her, and Jack had a glass of whisky. Bill couldn't deny it; he was starting to feel a little nervous wondering what Amber had planned for the night.

Amber turned and gave him a sweet smile, reassuring him everything was fine. She kissed Bill sweetly and placed her hands on his chest. She could feel his heart pounding fast. "Are you ready, honey?"

Bill smiled at Amber.

"And remember, if things get a bit too much, you just need to say the word," Amber said.

"Sure," Bill kissed Amber.

"And whatever happens tonight, I'm all yours, and I love you with all my heart. We are just going to have some fun tonight."

"Oh, we are going to have some fun, all right," Jack interrupted in his usual cocky voice.

Bill frowned at his bad behaviour and sense of timing.

"Now you boys play nice," Amber said to Jack as she headed upstairs to change for the night.

Stacey poured Bill a glass of whisky and pushed it towards him with a naughty smile, "Drink up, Bill, because you are definitely going to need it." Stacey went upstairs to join Amber.

Bill didn't say anything; he just looked at Jack and raised his glass in a toast and took a huge gulp of his drink. 'What do you say to a man who is just about to fuck your wife?" Bill thought to himself.

There was an awkward silence between the two men.

The contrast between the two men was striking. Bill had dressed up for their dinner and was wearing a black shirt paired with grey pants and a matching blazer. He was well-built, clean-shaven, and even had on his musky cologne that Amber loved. Jack was dressed in his usual black shorts and a t-shirt.

"So," Jack said.

"So," Bill said.

"I was just thinking about what you said this morning about your fantasies, and since all this is to fulfil them, I just thought maybe I should play my part too as the evil conqueror and lean more into it, you know, be more evil and all," Jack said the last part with a comical look like he was swinging an imaginary sword.

Bill thought about it for a moment. "Yeah, sure. I guess," he said, knowing if Jack tried anything funny, they always had their safe word.

Suddenly all thoughts of Jack left his mind. It was as if Bill felt it even before he saw Amber. He could sense her presence. He turned to look at the stairs, and his breath caught as he saw the hem of her dress appear. "Fuck, no," Bill whispered.

"Hell, yes," Jack hissed from behind.

Amber was standing in her wedding dress.

Bill barely heard Jack's comment as everything around him faded away. It was as if he was seeing Amber for the first time; she looked so beautiful and angelic. For a moment, Bill forgot about everything, Jack, Stacey, or what they were about to do. None of that mattered; all he could see was his beautiful bride.

It was a stunning white strapless wedding dress. Her shoulders were bare, and white satin material clung to her hourglass figure. Amber had done up her hair perfectly, like the way she had it on their wedding day. Amber looked so elegant and slowly walked down the stairs. Stacey was walking right behind Amber holding the train of her dress, which was mermaid styled.

Stacey walked down right behind Amber, dressed in her beautiful blush pink bridesmaid's dress. It was a simple off-shoulder dress that looked beautiful on Stacey. Stacey's bare shoulders and huge cleavage made her look so sexy. Despite the flowing hem, the dress hugged Stacey's voluptuous figure in all the right places. The colour and style of Stacey's dress perfectly complemented Amber's wedding gown. Both women looked stunning in their dresses. Stacey gave Bill a naughty wink and a smile as if saying, 'I told you you would need that drink,' and Bill knew she was right about that.

When Amber walked up to Bill and stood in front of him. Bill was lost for words.

"Well, you did say I look good in white," Amber said with a naughty smile. When Amber saw the stunned look on her husband's face, she thought about when Stacey had first suggested the idea.

"My wedding dress? Have you gone crazy?" Amber had asked Stacey.

Stacey pointed to the whiteboard. "I know it's crazy; that's exactly why it is perfect," Stacey said. "Think about it. Bill loves to see you act badly. He loves to see you in white. It's your wedding anniversary. Bill, himself, confessed to you that the way Jack is tainting all these memories and places turns him on. You are going to lose your virginity, well, your anal virginity, and it's the one dress he is not expecting you to wear. Which makes it the perfect outfit for this depraved occasion."

Amber had thought Stacey was crazy for suggesting something so outrageous, but she did make a valid point. Ultimately Amber had given in and agreed but was not sure how Bill would react. On seeing her husband's face, Amber knew her best friend had been right once again.

"Wow," Bill said, coming out of his stupor. His mind was slowly catching up and reminding him what they were doing. He knew this was wrong on so many levels, but his cock twitched in his pants for the same reason. Bill never doubted Amber's judgement, but he wanted to be sure that this was her decision. "Honey, are you sure about this? It's your wedding dress," Bill said in a whisper.

"I know, it's so wrong, but that's what excites my dear husband. Doesn't it?" Amber said in a sultry voice. Her hands reached for Bill's crotch. She could already feel Bill's cock stirring in his pants. She leaned in next to Bill's ears and whispered. "You like watching me be so bad and so dirty. Don't you, baby?" She drew back and could see the lust burning in Bill's eyes. "Well, today, I'm going to make your wildest dreams come true. And besides, I can tell a part of you already likes the idea," Amber said as she squeezed Bill's stiffening cock over his pants.

Even Jack was surprised by Amber's choice of outfit for the night. He had not been involved in any of the planning for today. It was all Amber and Stacey. Even in his perverted mind, he would not have dared to ask Amber to wear her wedding dress. But fuck, this hot wife looked stunning in her wedding dress. Jack bet half the wedding party wanked off or fucked their wives that night, fantasising about the bride.

A low groan from Jack caught the couple's attention. Amber and Bill turned to see Jack staring at Amber hungrily.

Jack stared at Amber like it was his last meal. His eyes roamed all over her pristine body. He licked his lips and squeezed his cock like a dirty pervert.

Bill frowned at Jack's ugly reaction. This ugly bastard shouldn't be seeing his beautiful bride in this dress. Hell, he shouldn't be seeing any bride in their wedding dress like he was. But his cock twitched seeing Jack's degenerate reaction, which did not go unnoticed by Amber.

Amber smiled and gave Bill a sweet kiss. "Are you ready, baby?" Amber asked sultry as she pumped Bill's cock.

Bill just groaned.

"You remember our wedding day, don't you, baby? I was your perfect bride. The day I became your loving wife," Amber whispered with their lips touching. "Today, I'm going to be your slut wife. I'm going to be the nastiest and filthiest slut you have ever seen." Amber hissed.

"Fuck," Bill whimpered in frustration. He saw Amber's eyes grow dark with lust as she turned her attention to Jack.

Jack, who had been waiting like a hungry dog, panting. Half of his meaty cock was sticking out on top of his shorts, leaking pre-cum, and Jack squeezed it. It was finally his turn. Tonight he was going to take his time, enjoying every inch of this beautiful woman's body. He was going to corrupt Amber's mind and soul right in front of her husband. He was going to taunt and torment Bill so much he regretted the day he decided to share his wife. He was going to stain and ruin that wedding dress just like he was going to ruin Bill's beautiful bride. Jack watched as Amber slowly walked towards him with a little sashay. The smooth satin dress clinging to her voluptuous figure made her look like a pristine goddess. Jack slowly slipped his hands around Amber's waist, feeling the smooth fabric.

Amber had a naughty smile playing on her lips as she stood in front of Jack. She slowly wrapped her arms around Jack's neck, turned towards Bill, and blew him a kiss.

Bill's cock twitched just watching Jack standing next to Amber. This troll-like man with an ugly grin was standing next to his elegantly dressed bride.

Amber turned to look into Jack's hungry eyes as she slowly closed the gap between them and pressed her lips to his. Just the musky scent of Jack was causing her body to heat up.

Jack hungrily reciprocated Amber's kiss. He pushed his fat tongue into Amber's lips, tasting her sweet saliva. Amber willingly greeted his tongue with hers. Jack's hands wrapped around Amber, grabbing her ass cheeks over the smooth satin material. He groped and mauled her ass like a pervert, not caring that he was crushing and ruining such a pristine dress.

Amber brought her hands to either side of Jack's face and deepened the kiss. Their tongues danced a familiar dance, swapping spit and saliva.

Jack pulled Amber into her. His sensitive cockhead felt so good brushing against the satin fabric. He slowly began dry humping Amber, pushing his leaking cock into her crotch.

"Jesus, fuck," Bill said staring at the odd couple making out like lovers. Jack, who had no right being in the presence of such a beautiful woman, was slurping and sucking on Amber's lips like a dog who had found a juicy bone. One of Jack's hands was groping her ass while his other hand was pumping his slimy cock with the pure satin fabric wrapped around it. 'Fuck, was that degenerate bastard really using Amber's wedding dress to jerk off?' Bill thought to himself in disgust. Jack's pre-cum was already staining the pristine fabric of the wedding gown.

Jack looked at Bill with a wicked grin. "I have to tell you, Bill, I have fucked so many sluts in my life but never one in her wedding dress. For once, you beat me to it, Bill. But I'm going to make the most of this second chance. I'll make sure to give you a nasty memory that you shall cherish all your life," Jack said with an ugly sneer as he pushed his tongue once again into Amber's mouth.

Amber's hands slowly reached down and wrapped her manicured fingers around Jack's leaking cock. "Hmmmm," Amber hummed, feeling Jack's hard cock in her hands. She could feel his pre-cum oozing on her hands, and as she used it to lube his entire shaft.

'Fuck, they look so wrong together,' came a voice from beside Bill. Bill turned to see Stacey standing, holding the back of the couch for support while she rubbed her pussy over her dress like a pervert out of a porn movie. Bill couldn't take his eyes off Stacy's cleavage. Her huge breasts had been one of the main attractions on their wedding day. Even his own friends had been after him to introduce them. Bill didn't know if Stacy's breast size had increased or the dress had shrunk two sizes because the dress looked even more slutty with all that cleavage on display.

In front of them, Amber slowly got on her knees as Jack had slipped off his shorts and T-shirt. His grotesque hairy body was shamelessly on display while the remaining three were still dressed.

Amber purred as Jack's sweaty musk hit her nostrils. The scent of his sweat and pre-cum was like an aphrodisiac, making Amber's pussy drip into her skimpy thong. Amber slowly licked along Jack's shaft and ran her tongue over his slick cock. She took Jack's mushroom head in her mouth and swirled her tongue, tasting the salty pre-cum.

Jack groaned seeing Amber on her knees. Just watching this beautiful wife in her wedding attire slowly relishing his cock made him rock hard. He ran his fingers over her hair and slowly gripping it, began pumping his cock in and out of Amber's mouth.

Bill stared at the odd couple with lust and jealousy. On their wedding day, he had secretly hoped Amber would give him a blowjob. But as the night progressed, he realised that was not on the cards, so Bill did not show his disappointment as they had so much more to look forward to. After all these years, Bill had barely received a few blowjobs that he could count with one hand while their ugly neighbour was not only getting his cock sucked by his beautiful wife but also soon going to take her anal virginity. Bill could feel his cock throbbing as his pre-cum oozed into his underwear.

Stacey looked at Bill standing while slowly squeezing his cock over his pants. She knew Bill was a kinky pervert like her. Stacey remembered the time she had caught Jack and Amber fucking in Amber's office. When she was cleaning Amber's office, the cum-stained wedding photo had planted the seed of watching Amber fuck Jack in her wedding dress. And when Amber and Stacey were planning their anniversary night, all of Bill's perversions made it easy for Stacey to suggest Amber's outfit for the night. Stacey knew if Bill was perverted as she was, he would enjoy watching Jack fuck Amber in her wedding dress, and by the look on Bill's face, Stacey knew she was right.

Amber's hands were on Jack's thighs as he had slowly picked up pace. Jack's hands were on her hair, holding her still in place while he fucked her mouth in a steady rhythm, slowly pushing his cock deeper with every thrust. She kept her mouth open as Jack used her like a fuckhole, as a steady stream of saliva and pre-cum dripped from her mouth onto her chest and dress.

"I bet this is the first blowjob you're giving in that beautiful wedding dress of yours," Jack snickered.

Amber bobbed her head, confirming and mumbling, "Yesssghh," with Jack's cock still in her mouth.

Watching this gave Jack a wicked idea. "Your husband has been so good to you this year, hasn't he, slut? Knowing he cannot please you with his little dick, he pushed you to spread your legs for me, didn't he? He made sure a slut wife like you gets the pleasure you deserve from my dirty old cock. So why don't you thank dear hubby?" Jack said with an arrogant smile.

When Amber looked up into Jack's dark eyes, it was as if she knew what he wanted her to do. A naughty glint appeared in Amber's eyes as she looked at Bill with Jack's cock still in her mouth, and she hummed in pleasure. She was giving in to her dark urges, and just the thought of being so evil turned her on.

Jack groaned as he felt the vibrations of Amber's humming on his sensitive cock head.

"Shhaannk ggyoou joo muuughh, ggaaby. II ggllooovve ggyou, GggBBillll," Amber mumbled around Jack's cock.

Jack groaned in pleasure. "That sounded so good with my cock in her mouth, didn't it, Bill?" Jack chuckled, giving Bill a dirty grin.

Amber tried to say something else, but Jack just stuffed his cock deeper into her mouth and gagged her. "That's enough, slut. Didn't your husband ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" Jack said. "Oh, I guess his little cock is too small to fill your slutty mouth?" Jack said and laughed at his own dumb joke.

Bill watched as Amber slobbered all over Jack cock. Amber's wedding ring caught the light and Bill groaned watching it covered in spit and pre-cum. 'Fuck, this is so wrong' Bill thought to himself. From the corner of his sight, Bill saw some movement and turned to see Stacey.

Stacey was now sitting on the couch. She looked so sexy and perverted. The top of her dress had been pulled down with one of her huge tits hanging out while the bottom of her dress had been bunched around her waist. She was tugging on one nipple while her other hand was rubbing her pussy. Stacey looked so sexy biting her lip and playing with herself while watching Jack and Amber.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Bill groaned as he squeezed his cock. It felt like he was in an XXX-rated alternate universe of his own wedding. Bill's knees felt weak as he watched the depraved sight in front of him. His cock was threatening to burst out of his pants. He slowly sat beside Stacey on the couch and pulled out his cock. He began stroking his cock slowly.

Jack's eyes suddenly narrowed onto the little heart-shaped pendant around Amber's neck. He saw how the little pendant bounced back and forth on Amber's bouncing breast.

It triggered something in Jack. He began grunting and thrusting faster and deeper into Amber's throat.

Bill immediately noticed the change in Jack. Just when Bill thought he needed to step in, Jack pulled out.

"Oh shit, yes," Jack growled as Amber lapped all over his cock and balls. "You promised your husband you would be the dirtiest slut he has ever seen. Prove it to him," Jack said. He knew dangling a challenge like this would bring out the competitive side of Amber. Jack knew Amber would go to any lengths when she was extremely horny and wanted to prove a point.

Amber looked at Bill and could see how hard her husband was. She wanted to be the nastiest slut Jack or Bill had ever seen, but Stacey had already set the bar pretty high. But Amber was not going to give up that easily. So she looked Bill straight in the eye and said, "Turn around."

Bill's breath caught. "No, no, she wouldn't," he said, trying to convince himself but couldn't look away as Jack slowly turned around.

Jack's face was surprised for just a second before he turned to give Bill an evil grin. He slowly turned around, presenting his ass to Amber.

Even Stacey was on the edge. She looked at Bill, watching his reaction, wondering if he would stop Amber from what she was about to do.

Amber bit her lip as she looked at Bill with a raised eyebrow as if challenging him to say the safeword. But Bill just stared at her, his eyes dark with desire and his cock hard as steel. Amber slowly reached in between Jack's legs and took hold of his swinging cock. She tugged on his slick cock a couple of times before pulling it backwards. Jack's obscenely large cock pointing backwards looked so wrong on a human body. Amber extended her tongue out and ran the flat of her tongue from tip to base on Jack's cock. Her nose was buried in Jack's hairy ball sack, and Amber took in a deep whiff of the sweaty stench of his balls.

Bill let out a sigh of relief seeing Amber was just blowing Jack's cock from behind. His perverted mind was conjuring images of something far dirtier.

As if hearing his thoughts, Amber looked at Bill and gave him a naughty smile.

Bill gulped at Amber's reaction.

The slurping and sucking sounds grew more nasty as Amber used more spit and slobber to polish Jack's cock. She licked Jack's heavy balls clean of sweat and slime, his thick forest of pubic hair not deterring her from her mission. Amber moved down and took Jack's cock in deep in her mouth.

Bill could see Amber's throat bulge. His cock was hard as steel in his hands.

Amber pushed up and down fucking Jack's cock in this position for a while before coming up for air. Jack's heavy balls were lying on her nose as she worked his cock from this angle.

"Fucking slut, yes," Jack groaned. He slowly began moving his hips up and down with his hand on his knees in a semi-squat position, fucking Amber's throat.

Amber's eyes watered as Jack's cock moved deep into her throat at this angle. She just knelt there with her mouth wide open, letting Jack fuck her throat. Through the blur of Jack's balls rubbing all over her face, Amber could see Jack's winking asshole. Amber's eyes focused on the puckered hole, and her nostrils flared. The scent and taste of Jack's sweaty skin was pulling her deeper into an endless pit of dark depravity.

Bill could see Amber losing herself in the pleasure. It was like watching a train wreck, but he couldn't stop it. His body felt heavy, like lead, and he couldn't move.

Tired of moving his hips, Jack panted as he breathed heavily and stood leaning forward with his hands on his knees. This position made his fat ass cheeks spread apart, giving Amber a clear view of his sweaty ass crack and his winking asshole.

Amber slowly moved, unsheathing Jack's cock from her throat. It was as if she was hypnotised by what she was seeing. Her eyes never left her target as she moved forward with her tongue hanging out. This time, Amber ran the flat of her tongue from Jack's mushroom tip slowly up his shaft, his heavy balls, and all the way up his ass crack. The moment Amber's tongue came in contact with the sour and salty wrinkled asshole, her mind exploded into a million pieces.

Amber was rimming Jack's asshole.

Bill watched in horror as his beautiful wife's face disappeared in between Jack's meaty ass cheeks. His jaw dropped watching Amber act so depraved. He even heard Stacey whisper, 'Oh my fucking god,' in disbelief from beside him.

Jack himself was surprised and arched his back with a guttural sound like an animal. Amber repeated this a couple more times. Every time her warm, wet tongue ran over Jack's asshole, it sent shivers up his spine. The ugly old man couldn't believe he could experience pleasure like this. He thanked the heavens for whoever was responsible for bringing this gorgeous, perverted woman into his life.

"That's it, you fucking slut. Rim my ass. Fucking make out with my dirty hole like the first time you made out with Bill. Kiss by asshole like the first kiss you shared with your husband," Jack said with a wicked grin.

Amber just answered him with a muffled groan as she continued to eat Jack's ass. She kissed and sucked on the twitching hole.

Jack's face was contorted in pleasure. He reached behind and took hold of Amber's neatly coiffed hair in his meaty hands. "Stick your tongue out, bitch."

Amber obediently followed Jack's command.

Jack began moving Amber's face up and down his ass crack. "Oh, fuck Bill. Your wife's tongue feels so good on my asshole," Jack sneered with an ugly sneer as if challenging Bill to stop him.

Even while she rimmed Jack's asshole, Amber's hands didn't stop tugging on Jack's cock. She was using both her hands and milking his cock downwards like she was milking a cow. Jack's slick cock was steadily oozing pre-cum onto Amber's pure white satin gown.

"Oh yes, you nasty slut. Eat my asshole," Jack said with an ugly sneer. "I bet she didn't even give {[italic]}you{[/italic]} a kiss like this on your wedding day. I guess she reserves these special nasty treats for assholes like me."

Bill just stared in disbelief as Jack rubbed his wife's tongue all over his sweaty and hairy ass crack.

Jack noticed Stacey masturbating on the couch beside Bill and said, "What the fuck are you doing that there, you slut? Aren't you supposed to be helping out the bride?"

Stacey immediately moved to join Amber and Jack. She got in front of Jack and took his cock from Amber's hands. She pumped the already wet cock before taking it deep in her mouth.

Amber's free hands went to Jack's chubby ass cheeks and spread them wider to service his ass more thoroughly. Amber was lost in her dark, lusty haze.

"Oh yes, you fucking sluts," Jack grunted, as his face was scrunched up in pleasure. His fat, swine-like body trembled from the pleasure he was receiving.

Bill's head was spinning. He clutched his cock tightly, afraid he might erupt. He was thankful for Amber's blowjob earlier in the cab tonight, or he might have exploded already watching the filthy scene in front of him. He had to remind himself that they were just getting started.

Jack didn't last long with both Amber and Stacey working his cock and rimming his ass. "Oh shit. Here it comes, your sluts," Jack announced.

Like a well-rehearsed dance, Jack stepped back while Stacey and Amber got in front of him. They had their cheeks pressed together with their mouths wide open.

"Aaaaarrrggggghhhh, aaaarrgghh," Jack grunted like an animal as he shot ropes of cum all over Amber and Stacey's faces. His first ropes of cum landed on their lips, nose, and eyes. As a few spurts painted their foreheads, some even landed on Amber's hair. And when Jack was satisfied he had covered their faces enough, he aimed his remaining spurts of cum in their wide-open mouth.

Amber and Stacey turned to face one another without being told and began making out with one another. They hummed in pleasure as they kissed and swapped Jack's dirty cum while cleaning each other's faces.

Bill started at the trio with his mouth hanging open, wondering how the fuck this troll of a man cum so much.

Jack had an ugly look on his face as he said, "Now let's move this party to somewhere more comfortable."

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Five minutes later, All four of them were in Bill and Amber's bedroom. Jack, Amber, and Stacey were standing beside the bed while Bill watched, standing beside the chair. It felt strange standing beside it. Bill remembered they had originally gotten the chair for Amber, but now it stood as a symbol of their perversions. It felt like his throne from Amber's fantasy. Bill lightly squeezed his cock as he watched the trio by the bed.

Amber was in the middle, turned towards Stacey, and they were making out passionately, while Jack was behind Amber, humping her ass from behind like a dog while he kissed and licked her shoulder and neck. Jack was completely naked while Amber was still in her wedding gown and Stacey in her bridesmaid dress. Both their dresses were stained and crumpled and no longer looked pristine as before, just like their makeup and hair. A sheen of sweat covered their bodies. All three of them were lost in their own world of pleasure.

Jack turned to give Bill an ugly grin as he slowly lowered the zipper on Amber's wedding dress. Bill shuddered at the memory of doing the same act on their wedding night. How he had planted soft kisses along Amber's back as he lowered that zipper. He looked up to see Jack running his fat, wet tongue along Amber's back, licking her sweaty skin.

Jack slowly peeled the wedding dress off of Amber's body. He slowly pushed the dress down along with Stacey's help, revealing the sexy white lingerie underneath. As the wedding dress pooled around Amber's feet, Bill's breath caught as he saw Amber in her sexy white lace bra and a matching thong. Amber had on sexy white stockings held up with a garter belt around her waist. The sexy lingerie accentuated Amber's perfect body.

"Holy fuck," Bill said, watching Amber look so sexy in the white lingerie set. She looked so beautiful and sexy at the same time.

Amber slowly helped Stacey with her dress, and unlike her best friend, Stacey was wearing nothing but a sexy pair of lace thigh-high stockings that matched her bridesmaid dress. Her huge breasts and clean-shaven pussy were on full display.

Amber and Stacey were kissing and making out. Amber's hands were cupping and massaging Stacey's ample breasts while Stacey had slipped one of her hands into Amber's thong, rubbing her wet pussy.

"Fuck, yes," Jack said with a huge ugly grin as he took in the two gorgeous women in front of him. He looked like a kid at a candy store. He turned Amber around and pulled her into his pudgy body. Jack kissed Amber sloppily, running his fat tongue all over Amber's lips and tongue while his hands roamed all over Amber's body, cupping her heaving breasts and groping her round ass. He humped Amber's body, smearing his pre-cum all over her soft skin. Jack couldn't get enough of Amber's body. He roughly squeezed and slapped her ass as if punishing her for being so irresistible.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Amber groaned from the pain but wiggled her ass, encouraging Jack to spank her more. Her body loved being treated so roughly, and knowing Bill was watching only seemed to heighten the pleasure.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Amber then felt Stacey's soft fingers graze her heated skin as she showered Amber's neck and shoulders with soft kisses while Jack's fat fingers found their way into her thong. His calloused fingers rubbing against her sensitive labia made her crazy.

Bill stroked his erect cock steadily, watching his beautiful wife be taken so roughly by Jack and so sensuously by Stacey. The duality of how Amber was being handled was so erotic.

Jack slowly moved down, his wet tongue slithering along Amber's neck and cleavage like a slug leaving a slimy trail. He pulled her lacy bra down to take one pierced nipple in his mouth. He sucked and nipped at the sensitive buds, making Amber moan. Amber's head was turned back towards Stacey, and she was kissing her passionately. Jack moved lower onto his knees, running his tongue along Amber's stomach and navel. When he reached Amber's pubic mound, he could smell Amber's arousal and see her white thong soaking wet. Like a hungry pig, he dove face-first, licking and sucking the feminine juices off the sodden fabric. Stacey lowered herself slowly behind Amber, peppering kisses along her spine and ass cheeks. Jack slowly lowered her wet panties but decided to keep the rest of the ensemble on for now. He loved the bridal look on Amber. He turned her around and gave her ass cheeks hard slaps.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Amber groaned and held onto Stacey's shoulders for support. Stacey dove in, licking her best friend's sopping wet pussy, while Jack spanked her ass some more. He loved the way Amber's ass looked, perfectly framed by her stockings and garter belt.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Jack groped her ass roughly and spread her ass cheeks to stare at his delicious prize. He licked his lips, watching the tight puckering hole wink at him, beckoning him to have a taste. Jack buried his face in between Amber's round ass with his nose pressed against her asshole. Jack took deep whiffs like Amber's ass was his drug. "Fucking hell," Jack groaned. 'Bill could make millions if he just bottled the scent of her asshole' Jack thought to himself. He extended the flat of his tongue and licked the sweat off her ass crack. Jack was getting high on the scent and taste of Amber's ass crack. Jack lifted one of Amber's legs, supporting it with his hands under her thigh to gain more access to her scrumptious asshole. He licked and sucked like a possessed animal.

"Oh fuck," Amber moaned as the two tongues lashed at her pussy and ass, taking her to new heights of pleasure.

"Jesus, fuck," Bill groaned, watching his wife writhe in pleasure. With Jack holding one of Amber's legs high, Bill sat down on his chair to get a better view of tongues assaulting his wife's holes. The wet slurping sounds echoed across the bedroom walls as Bill watched his wife in ecstasy. Bill loved watching Amber's face contorted in pleasure as she gripped Stacey's shoulders tighter.

Jack's fat tongue slithered into Amber's tight ass. He was pushing his tongue deeper into the sexy wife's ass, fucking her with it. Jack then added a finger, pushing it past the ring of muscles. Amber asshole slightly resisted but gave in and accepted his meaty digit.

"Aaaahhh," Amber moaned as Jack's fat finger began fucking her ass.

When Jack felt Amber was relaxed enough, he added another finger and began sawing into Amber's ass, stretching and preparing it for his cock. Jack could feel Amber's body quiver in pleasure as he added a third finger. He knew she was close and began thrusting deep into her ass.

"Oh my fucking god," Amber groaned loudly as she orgasmed. She held onto Stacey's shoulders for support as her body shuddered in pleasure. Jack and Stacey quenched their lust for Amber's body, slurping and drinking in her juices.

As Amber struggled to stand, Stacey guided her friend onto the bed. Amber collapsed onto her back, catching her breath. Her eyes remained closed as she came down from her orgasm. Her body felt buzzed, and her pussy ached to be filled.

Jack slowly moved towards Amber, admiring her flushed skin in the sexy lingerie. A sheen of sweat covered her body. Jack stared between her thighs at her puffy pussy lips, so slick and engorged. He licked his lips and moved in between Amber's legs and saw Stacey sitting beside her friend.

Despite her eyes being closed, Amber's body responded to Jack's presence as she spread her legs to accommodate Jack in between them.

Jack pulled Stacey in for a hungry kiss, roughly groping her tits. He could taste Amber's sweet pussy juice on her lips. "Guide my cock into your friend's pussy, slut," Jack said to Stacey.

Stacy took hold of Jack's girthy cock and gave it a few pumps. She rubbed the thick, meaty cock along Amber's slit, making her friend groan. Soon, Jack's cock was covered in Amber's slick pussy juices.

Jack turned to Bill with a wicked grin and said, "Watch how I split your wife's pussy into two, Bill."

Stacey slowly fed Jack's cock into Amber's pussy. Jack pushed his thick cock, enjoying every second as it was enveloped in Amber's wet warmth.

Jack groaned as he felt Amber's pussy squeeze his cock. He slowly began moving his hips in deep, long strokes.

Amber moaned in pleasure as the thick, meaty cock filled her up. Her pussy was still sensitive from her last orgasm, and the way Jack's thick cock was sliding across her sensitive nerves sent electric shocks of pleasure through her body. "Fuck, yes, Jack. Right there. Please don't stop," Amber moaned.

Bill pumped his cock steadily, watching the pleasure on Amber's face. She looked so sexy with her white stocking-clad legs wrapped around Jack's body, pulling him into her, urging him to go faster. Amber's beautiful breasts heaved up and down as she breathed heavily.

"Sit on this slut's face," Jack said to Stacey, orchestrating their threesome.

Stacey obediently swung her legs over Amber's face, facing Jack. She was in a kneeling position over Amber's face.

As soon as Amber felt her friend's leg on either side of her face, she opened her eyes to stare into Stacy's dripping, wet pussy, and the musky scent of arousal immediately hit her nostrils. Amber licked her lips and wrapped her hands around Stacy's hips, pulling her down onto her hungry lips.

Bill looked at the odd trio in front of him with envy and lust. Amber was now on her back at the edge of the bed with her stocking-clad legs wrapped around Jack. Stacey was sitting on Amber's face, grinding her hips on her friend's face while kissing Jack. Jack was pumping steadily into Amber's pussy while groping Stacey's massive milkers.

Jack unwrapped Amber's legs from around him and threw them over his shoulders. He began thrusting deep and slow into Amber's pussy, keeping her on the edge. He knew how much Stacey loved having her sensitive nipples played with roughly. He took Stacy's hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger and began twisting and tugging on them.

Amber was seeing stars in this new angle in which Jack's cock was pounding her pussy. Jack's cock was hitting new spots like her pussy that she had never felt before. She moaned into Stacey's pussy.

"Oh my fucking god," Stacey groaned in pain and pleasure. She felt shocks of pleasure rippling through her body. Jack's rough treatment of her nipples was making her pussy cream and her clit throb, while Amber's tongue swiping over her clit felt like fireworks going on inside her mind. Stacey arched her back, making her tits hang low like udders, begging Jack to be more rough while grinding her hips faster on Amber's face.

"Aaaaaaahhh Eeeeehh"-Stacey" screamed as her orgasm hit. Bill was scared the neighbours would think someone was getting murdered. Thankfully, Jack muffled her moans by covering her lips with his while Stacey's pussy flooded Amber's mouth with her creamy juice. Her body trembled as she clutched Jack's arms for support. Stacey slowly dismounted from Amber's face and fell on the bed beside her best friend. She was catching her breath, slowly coming down from the orgasm.

Jack now focused his attention on Amber. He continued to pump his cock in long but steady strokes, keeping Amber on the edge.

Amber was in agony as her body begged to cum, but Jack wouldn't push her over the edge. He kept her in that limbo of sweet frustration.

Jack moved his hips in a weird circular motion, rubbing his fat cock against Amber's insides. He was stretching and rubbing against Amber's pussy walls, hitting multiple sensitive spots at the same time.

"Aaaahhh yes, Daddy. Please fuck me harder," Amber begged.

"Not yet, my slut; you need to earn it," Jack said, giving Amber's ass a stinging swat. He turned to Bill and gave him a cocky grin. "There is something so delicious about fucking a married woman in her own marital bed. The sweet sound of the bed creaking and the headboard banging against the wall with your wife's moans is like a beautiful symphony. It's just so taboo fucking her in the bed that she shares with her husband every night. Making her cum over and over again. Drenching and ruining the sheets that you sleep on every day. Fuck, it just makes my cock so hard," Jack said with a smug smile. "It's like ingraining in her mind the sounds of sex being associated with my cock. So, even when you fuck your own wife in your own bed, she will be thinking of me and my cock," Jack said with a sneer and gave Amber's ass a hard slap.

"Oh fuck, yes," Amber groaned as if agreeing with their ugly neighbour.

'Jesus, this fat bastard was really pouring it on,' Bill thought to himself. Bill stroked his cock, watching his beautiful wife's face in sweet agony.

"Please, Jack, let me come," Amber pleaded.

"Tell me what you want, slut, and I'll let you come," Jack said, giving a few quick strokes to get Amber's attention.

"Aaaahhh," Amber moaned, trying to grind her hips to get more of Jack's cock in, but Jack held onto Amber's hips firmly in place. Amber knew what Jack wanted to hear and gave in. He just wanted an ego boost and to taunt Bill. "Please, Jack. I want you to fuck my ass," Amber moaned.

The words felt like honey dripping in Jack's ears, but he wanted more. "You can do better than that. I don't think you, dear husband, heard him from his little cuck chair," Jack said with a wicked grin.

"Please, Jack, fuck my ass. I want you to stick your fat cock in my tight asshole. I want you to stir my insides with your nasty cock. Make me your fucking anal slut. Pound that ass my husband has been longing to fuck all these years. Make him watch as you stuff your dirty cock in my tight hole. Fucking ruin me in front of him," Amber screamed, letting go of all pride and begging Jack to let her cum.

Jack gave a victorious smile and turned to see the dumbfounded look on Bill. He began moving his hips deeper and faster, pounding Amber into the mattress. "Yes, my beautiful slut. Cum for me. Cum on my cock," Jack growled as he railed Amber's pussy. Jack grunted with every thrust as his cock ravaged Amber's aching pussy.

Amber had been on the edge for so long. Her orgasm quickly rocked her body, as her thighs and legs trembled in pleasure. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Amber groaned as her pussy clamped down on Jack's cock.

"Fuck, yes, slut. Come on my fucking cock," Jack growled, fucking Amber through her orgasm. "Fuck, your wife's pussy feels so good around my cock when she comes, Bill."

Bill just watched in awe as Amber came on Jack's cock. His hands were messy with his own pre-cum. For a moment, all you could hear in the room was the heavy breathing of all four of them as they caught their breath. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

Amber caught her breath and looked at Jack with beady eyes. She knew her body was ready, and Stacey had helped her prepare for this. Amber slowly parted her legs wider and lifted her hips so that Jack could see her puckered asshole. She was in a squat position lying down.

Jack couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at the tight winking hole. The moment was finally here. Amber was willingly presenting her ass to him. Jack caught his breath and moved slowly in front as his mushroom tip pressed against Amber's asshole.

"Oh fuck," Amber groaned as she felt Jack's drooling cock press against her sensitive asshole.

Jack knew this moment wouldn't be complete without Bill. So he turned to Bill and gave him a wicked grin. "You might want to come closer, Bill. I don't want you to miss this memorable moment of me popping your wife's anal cherry." He was smearing Amber's asshole with his pre-cum as he grabbed the bottle of lube on the side table. Jack poured a generous amount on his cock and on Amber's asshole.

Bill felt like a zombie as he mindlessly got up from his chair and walked towards the bed. He kneeled by Amber, giving her a sweet kiss on her sweaty forehead and running his fingers through her hair.

Stacey was beside Amber and softly gave her a kiss. "You can do this, babe. Just relax," Stacy encouraged a best friend as her fingers drew lazy circles around Amber's clit.

Jack pushed against the tight, wrinkled hole. Amber's asshole slowly kissed and swallowed more than half of his fat mushroom tip. Jack could feel Amber's ass resisting, but he gently wiggled and nudged his cock against her asshole. Jack was staring at the juncture where his cock was pressed into Amber's asshole.

"Fuck," Bill thought to himself. With every deep breath Amber took, her asshole contracted and expanded on Jack's cock. It looked like Amber's asshole was sucking the thick meaty organ.

"Oh fuck," Amber groaned, her face a mixture of agony and ecstasy. She grabbed Bill's hands, and knowing he was right there beside her felt comforting.

"You can do this, babe. You are almost there. Just push out," Stacey said.

"Jesus, fuck," Bill thought to himself. This sounded less like Amber having anal sex and more like she was birthing their first child. Bill was looking for any signs that Amber might want to stop this. He leaned in close just in case she whispered their safeword. Just when Bill thought maybe Amber couldn't handle Jack's girth and he needed to stop him.

Jack, seeing Bill hesitate, knew this was his only chance at this beautiful wife's ass. He grunted and gave his cock a hard nudge as Amber's asshole stretched and swallowed his cock head fully. "That's my slut," Jack said, with a victorious smile on his face. Jack stayed still, letting Amber adjust to his cock.

Bill was about to punch Jack in the face when he felt Amber's grip on his hands tighten. Bill turned to see Amber's mouth form an O. She had a soft, satisfied smile on her face, as if happy that she had accomplished a tedious task.

Amber relaxed as the initial pain slowly subsided. "God, he is really stretching me out, Bill," Amber groaned.

"Oh, fuck," Jack groaned as he felt Amber's asshole clamp around his mushroom tip. Jack could feel Amber's hips slowly moving; this encouraged him to thrust into Amber slowly.

Bill and Stacey watched in awe as Jack slowly, inch by inch, fed his cock to Amber's greedy asshole. Amber's asshole was sucking on Jack's cock like it's favorite meat popsicle. Bill was surprised; Jack was, for once, not acting like a brute. He was considerate of Amber's comfort. Midway through, Jack paused and added another generous amount of lube before continuing to push his cock in. Finally, when his cock was fully inside Amber, Jack once again waited for Amber to get used to his full length in her rectum.

Once Amber was used to Jack's girth in her ass, she slowly rocked her hips, encouraging Jack to keep going. Amber had to agree that Jack's warm, spongy cockhead, despite its size, felt much better than the cold butt plugs she used all these weeks.

Jack slowly pulled out until only his fat mushroom tip remained in Amber's ass and pushed back in. This time he slipped in more easily than before.

"Oooooooh Fuuccck," Amber groaned as her grip on Bill's hand tightened.

"That's it, honey. You did it. You took that fat cock all the way in your ass," Stacey said with a smile. She kissed Amber's neck and cheeks while her fingers continued to play with Amber's clit.

Bill watched as Jack continued to saw his cock slowly in and out of his wife's ass. Every time he pulled his cock out, Amber's ass would stretch and cling around it as if not wanting to let go. And every time he pushed in, Amber's pussy would gush a little, soaking Jack's cock, acting as more lube. He couldn't believe she could really take that much cock in her body. Bill could see Amber's face slowly transform. The pain and discomfort turned into pleasure and ecstasy.

Jack slowly began increasing the pace; his cock felt so good in the tight ass. He shifted his stance slightly to fuck Amber's ass from a different angle, hitting different pleasure spots.

"Oh fuck, yes. Jack, that feels so good," Amber moaned as she got used to Jack's cock up her ass.

Amber opened her eyes to meet Jack's lust-filled ones. Her hands left Bill's hands and clutched Jack's forearms for support. Her eyes were now focused on Jack as he gave her more pleasure than she had experienced in her entire life.

Just this little action made Bill's cock twitch.

"Tell your dear husband how my cock feels in your ass," Jack said to Amber.

"Oh fuck, Bill. Jack's cock feels so good inside me, honey. I can feel his cock everywhere inside me, baby. Do I look good with our ugly neighbour's cock pounding my ass, Bill?" Amber groaned as she began rocking back into Jack's thrusts.

"Clench your ass muscles, slut," Jack said, giving Amber's ass a slap.

Slap. Slap.

Amber grunted as she squeezed and massaged Jack's cock with her ass.

"Oh fuck, that's it, my sweet slut," Jack groaned. "Damn, that feels so good. It's like your asshole is sucking on my cock." Jack turned to see Bill still kneeling beside the bed stroking his cock.

"God, your wife's ass feels so good on my cock, Bill. I hope you get to experience this one day," Jack snickered as she continued to pound Amber's ass. He was now fully pounding into her. "Or maybe, she would reserve her dirty hole for nasty assholes like me only, just like her sweet lips. What do you say, slut?" Jack said, giving Amber's ass a slap to get her attention.

"Anything you say, Daddy. Just don't stop fucking me," Amber groaned.

"Right answer, slut," Jack said with a grin and gave Amber's ass a hard slap.

Bill gulped. He had waited for so long to experience Amber's hot lips around his cock; he really didn't want to be denied the pleasure of fucking ass, but just the idea of Amber denying him made Bill's cock throb.

"We have really come full circle, haven't we, Bill? Since that Super Bowl night, I have been dreaming of this moment. To fuck your wife on your marital bed again. Except this time, it's even more kinky, with Amber's wedding dress, your anniversary, and me pounding your wife's tight ass. Thanks to you, I guess," Jack gloated as he picked up his tempo.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Amber said through gritted teeth. The pressure building inside her felt like a dam about to burst. The waves of pleasure coursing through her body were making her dizzy with lust. Her legs were trembling as her grip on Jack's forearms tightened.

"Do you want to see your wife cum on my cock, Bill?" Jack asked with a wicked grin.

Bill didn't answer but just stared at Amber's beautiful face contorted in pure pleasure. Bill could tell Amber was close.

"Cum for me, you married slut. Cum on my cock. Show your husband how you cum with my cock up your ass," Jack growled.

As if waiting for those very same words, Amber's body obeyed Jack's command. "Aaaaaarrrgggghhhh Aaarrrgghhh," Amber let out a long animalistic groan as she came on Jack's cock. Her eyes rolled back and her body quivered as if she were being electrocuted.

Jack had a victorious grin on his face. He truly felt like he had conquered the whole world. Jack continued to pump his cock in and out of Amber's ass throughout her orgasm, sending Amber into another dimension of pleasure.

Bill and Stacey watched in awe as the orgasm rocked Amber's body.

Stacey bit her lips as she stared at her best friend in jealousy and lust. She was definitely taking Jack's cock up her ass before the night was over.

Just watching Amber's face in pure ecstasy pushed Bill over the edge. He spurted a huge load on the floor beside their bed. Bill shuddered but couldn't take his eyes off his wife. He was mesmerised by Amber's beauty. He genuinely thought she was the most beautiful woman in the whole world. There was something so primal and divine watching Amber's face while she orgasmed. He watched Amber's perfect features, her flushed skin, her mouth open in a silent scream, and her eyes tightly shut as a happy tear ran down the side of her face.

Bill's train of thought was interrupted by Jack's grunts, and it reminded him that he wasn't the one giving Amber this pleasure. Bill wondered if he could give his wife this much pleasure even if he tried. Suddenly he felt small, and the room felt suffocating. The air was thick with a scent of sex, and the room was filled with echoes of moaning and grunting. Bill felt like he needed some air. He got out of their bedroom and walked down. He sat down in one of the dining chairs and closed his eyes. Bill's heart was pounding as he took deep breaths to calm himself down. He could still hear Amber's moans and cruel words echo in his ears.

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Suddenly, Bill felt a warm hand on his back. He looked up and was surprised to see Stacey standing beside him. He was so lost in his thoughts that he had not heard her come down.

"Are you all right?" Stacy said, rubbing his back.

"Yeah, I just needed to get some air," Bill said.

"I know, it did get pretty intense back there. Can I get you some water or something?" Stacey asked.

Bill already felt better and said, "Some water would be nice. Thanks, Stacey."

Stacey handed Bill a glass of water. Bill gulped it down, realising how thirsty he had been.

Stacey then slipped her phone in front of Bill on the table.

Bill looked up at her in confusion and asked, "What's this?"

Stacey just smiled and pressed play on the phone screen.

Amber's beautiful face appeared on the screen. Bill could see she was wearing the wedding dress, and her hair and makeup were impeccable. He guessed the video must've been taken sometime before she walked down for the night.

On screen, Amber gave a sweet smile and said, "Hope you're having fun, Bill. If you are watching this video, you know I'm a little busy at the moment. We have had so much fun this past year, and so much has changed, in a good way. I know you have been through quite a lot, especially these last few days. So when I was wondering what to get you, my special man, just like always, my bestie, Stacey, came up with the perfect present, and I totally loved it." Amber paused for effect.

Bill tried guessing the present, but his mind came up with nothing.

"Stacey is my present to you," Amber said with a naughty smile. "Like I said, I didn't have time to wrap it. Have fun. Happy anniversary, darling."

Bill's mind was reeling in shock. Did his wife just give him a free pass with her best friend?

"Oh, and just in case you were wondering if there are any limits. Anything I do, she does," Amber said with a sweet smile and blew him a kiss before the video ended.

Bill looked up from the video to see Stacey bent over the kitchen counter.

Stacey was looking back at him with a naughty smile, and she had a little red pull bow stuck on her heart-shaped ass. Her round bubble butt framed perfectly by the stockings. "Happy Anniversary, Bill," Stacey said with a naughty smile.

Bill took a moment to process this new revelation. His cock instantly began to stiffen seeing Stacey swaying her bubble butt.

"Time for you to be Big Bad Bill," Stacey said, giving her ass a hard slap.

Bill watched as Stacey's ass jiggled and rippled from the spank. "Anything Amber does?" Bill asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, anything," Stacey said in a sultry tone as she slowly parted her ass cheeks, revealing her puckered hole.

"Fuck," Bill groaned; just the sight of Stacey's winking hole got his cock hard as steel. He wanted to stick his cock deep into that tight hole and fuck Stacey hard, but something was holding him back. Something was not right.

"What's wrong?" Stacey asked, seeing the hesitation on Bill's face.

"Nothing," Bill said.

As if reading his mind, Stacey said, "You don't want to fuck me, ass?"

Bill was silent.

"You want to have anal sex for the first time with Amber?" Stacey said gently.

Bill just nodded in agreement.

"God, you're such a romantic," Stacey said with a laugh. "Don't worry, Bill, I'm not going to be offended that you turned down my offer for anal sex."

"But, why didn't she tell me this earlier?" Bill asked.

"Well, she didn't want you to be distracted from the main event. So I was asked to show you the video only after Jack fucked her ass," Stacey said with a smile.

As if on cue, Bill and Stacey heard a loud guttural moan from upstairs. They both turned to see one another.

"Let's go find out what those two perverts are up to now." Stacey said with a naughty smile.

As Bill stepped into their bedroom, he was dumbfounded seeing the transformation of their once pristine space. Bill and Amber's bedroom was always flooded with sunlight during the day. Bill had always loved how Amber's skin glowed in the morning light as she slept peacefully. She looked like an angel. But now, it was dark outside, and the soft yellow light and the dark shadows made the space look so sinister. Every time he walked into their bedroom, Bill remembered Amber humming her favourite song or her playful laughs, but now the room echoed with Jack's animalistic grunts and Amber's moans of pleasure. Their bedroom always smelt of fresh sheets and a hint of lavender, but now the stench of sex and sweat filled the room. Their beds were always properly made, and everything had a place, but now clothes were strewn about, the sheets were crumpled, and there were wet spots on their bed. Jack was truly defiling every bit of their personal space, Bill thought to himself.

Amber was on all fours, her face contorted in pleasure. Her hands were clutching the sheets as her breasts swung low. Amber's ass was red with all the spanking and rippled as she pushed back to meet Jack's cock.

Jack was pounding Amber's ass from behind. His flabby stomach resting on Amber's ass as it jiggled with every thrust. Jack was holding on to Amber's garter belt and riding her like a horse. Both their bodies dripped with sweat as they rutted like animals.

Bill's cock was once again hard as steel. He had never been able to get hard this quickly before, but the sight in front of him was like a magic blue pill.

"Jesus, fuck. That's hot," Stacey said, standing beside Bill. She took hold of Bill's hard cock and led him to the bed. "Now come and fuck my pussy, you stud. Your wife has been hogging Jack's cock all day, and my pussy is aching for a good dicking," Stacy said in a sultry voice.

Stacey bent in front of the bed, facing Amber, and presented her sopping pussy to Bill.

Amber looked first at Stacey and then towards her husband. "Hope you like your present, baby," Amber said with a naughty smile and a wink.

Bill didn't need to be told twice as he stepped behind Stacey and traced his cock along her wet slit, coating his stiff member with her juices.

"Fuck," Stacey groaned. "I have had enough teasing all day, Bill. Now fuck me like a slut," Stacey growled.

Bill pushed his cock fully to the hilt, and both of them moaned in pleasure.

"Oh, yes. That's it, you fucking stud. Now fuck me like the slut I am," Stacey said to Bill.

Bill drew back until only his tip remained in Stacey's pussy and thrust back deep in, pushing Stacey onto her elbows on the bed beside Amber. Maybe it was because he hadn't fucked Amber raw in a long time, but Stacey's wet pussy felt so good around his cock. He still couldn't believe he was fucking his wife's best friend, whom he had fantasised about all these years. Bill was picking up the pace as he fucked Stacey.

Jack looked at Stacey, and Bill was confused for a moment. He didn't know what was happening, but he did not like the sight of it. When he realised Amber gave Bill a free pass with Stacey, he was not happy about it. He wanted today to be about him, Amber, and Stacey. He wanted Bill to remember today as the day Jack fucked his wife's ass, not the day he got to fuck Stacey. He had planned on fucking these two sluts all night long in every way and making Bill watch like a pathetic cuck. He wanted to humiliate Bill, to rub it in his face and watch him shrink as he ruined his wife. Jack had to take control of the situation.

"I have a confession, Bill," Stacey said, with a naughty smile. "Remember on your wedding day, your friends were hitting on me and trying to get me drunk."

Bill remembered pulling his friends aside and begging them not to embarrass him or get him into any trouble with his new bride by misbehaving with her best friend.

"Well, I couldn't choose between the two of them; they were both cute," Stacey said with a naughty smile. "I kind of ended up sleeping with both of them that night. So when you were making sweet love to your new bride that night, I was getting fucked like a nasty whore in all my holes by your best friends," Stacey said with a chuckle.

"Fuck," Bill groaned, picturing Stacey getting both her ass and pussy stuffed at the same time.

Stacey's pussy felt so good as Bill pounded into her, but she could feel him holding back. Stacey was in the mood for some hard pounding and knew just the right buttons to push Bill.

"Look at Amber, Bill. Look at your beautiful wife. It's because of me that she is getting her ass stuffed by that ugly bastard. I gave her the idea to make the anniversary videos."

Bill didn't know if he needed to punish Stacey or thank her. His grip on Stacey's ass grew tighter as he slammed into her.

"Oh fuck," Stacey groaned, pushing her ass back onto Bill's cock. "I was the one who suggested the threesome and the wedding dress."

Bill grunted and fucked into Stacey. He stared at Stacey's ass as it rippled every time their bodies slammed against each other.

"Punish me, Bill. Punish me for corrupting your sweet wife," Stacey groaned. "Punish me for turning your wife into a nasty slut."

Bill didn't know what came over him, but out of instinct, he drew his hand back and gave Stacey's ass a stinging slap.

Slap.

Bill was shocked at his own action as his hips came to a halt. Bill had not spanked Amber many times, but even then, he was very conscious when they played a little rough. But lately he was discovering how much Amber enjoyed it when he let go.

Stacey paused for a moment and turned to face Bill. "Do that again," Stacey said in a sultry voice, biting her lips.

Bill didn't need to be told twice as he rained hard slaps on Stacey's ass.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Fuck, yes," Stacey hissed from the pain and pleasure. She clenched her pussy around Bill's cock and milked him.

"Oh fuck," Bill groaned. He wanted to see Stacey's huge breasts jiggle as he fucked her. Bill took hold of Stacey's hips and flipped her over without pulling his cock out.

"What the," Stacey was surprised by Bill's strength but loved the way he was manhandling her. "Fuck yes, Bill. Fuck me harder," Stacey begged.

Bill caught Jack watching him with an annoyed look on his face. He gave him a smug smile as if saying, 'I'd like to see you try that.'.

This pissed Jack off even more. Of course he could throw these sluts around, but maybe not that elegantly, like they were doing some salsa dance.

Bill then stared at Stacey's huge bouncing tits. The way they jiggle like jello was so hot. He grabbed a handful of her huge jugs and squeezed them hard. Bill leaned forward and took one hard nipple in between his lips and sucked and nipped on them.

"That's it, Bill. Bite on them," Stacey groaned. "I love it when my nipples are treated so rough."

Bill obliged and nipped at Stacey's sensitive buds hard, making her hiss in pain and pleasure. His hips never slowed their tempo as he fucked Stacey hard. Stacey's stocking-clad legs wrapped around him felt so good on his skin.

"Amber is Jack's slut; I can be yours. Fuck me, Bill. Fuck me hard," Stacey moaned.

Amber stared at Bill and Stacey beside her. Bill was holding on to Stacey's hips, pounding into her. She could see the muscles on his arms bulge as he held her tightly in place. The pulsing of a nerve on his neck as he gritted his teeth and rammed his cock deep into Stacey's pussy. He just looked so dominant and sexy. Amber turned to see Stacey's beautiful face contorted in pleasure. She looked so sexy biting her lower lip with a satisfied smile. Stacey's huge breasts jiggled with every thrust, and her body rocked back and forth with her husband's cock ploughing into her. Amber felt a sharp pang of jealousy watching someone else give so much pleasure to her husband. Amber knew she was being a hypocrite, for she was the one getting her ass fucked by another man. But is this how Bill felt every time he saw her with Jack? Her train of thought was broken when she felt a sharp slap on her ass. "Oh fuck," Amber groaned.

Stacey felt her best friend's eyes on her and looked up to see Amber's lust-filled gaze roam over her body and her husband's. When their eyes met, Stacey smiled and pulled Amber in for a passionate kiss, thanking her for sharing her husband with her.

Both women moaned into each other as Bill pounded into Stacey harder and Jack spanked Amber's ass.

Stacey wanted to show her appreciation to her best friend, so she made Bill stop for a moment. She moved so that she was positioned below Amber's body. Stacey had an up-close view of Amber's dripping wet pussy and of Jack's cock ramming into her ass. She leaned forward and licked Amber's clit and pussy while Jack's cock rocked her friend's body.

Jack couldn't get enough of Amber's delicious ass and Stacey's hot breath on his balls. He grabbed her sweaty ass possessively and slapped it hard.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Each time Jack slapped Amber's ass hard, she clenched her asshole and the way it milked Jack's cock drove him wild. He ran his hands from her ass cheeks along Amber's sweaty back, marvelling at her amazing body. Jack grabbed a handful of Amber's hair and pulled her back up in a kneeling position against his fat body. He licked her neck, tasting her salty skin.

Amber draped her hands around Jack's neck as he began drilling her ass in this new position. Amber moaned as he felt Jack's cock head drag along her anal wall, rubbing multiple spots inside her. He pussy gushed and dripped sweet nectar as it flowed down to coat Jack's meaty cock.

Jack could see Amber's gaze on Bill and Stacey. He knew Amber must be jealous watching her husband be with someone else. A wicked smile grew on his face as he decided to use that to his advantage.

"Look at them, slut. Look at your husband and your best friend fucking right in front of you. Don't you think he is having too much fun?" Jack whispered like the devil on Amber's shoulder. "I have never seen him be this aggressive with you. And here I thought you were my evil queen, making your king watch me fuck you. But it looks like they are making a cuckquean out of you."

Maybe it was watching Bill with someone else, maybe it was Jack egging her on, or maybe it was just her fantasy, but something shifted inside Amber. Her dark persona took over her mind and body. Even her posture and movement shifted. Jack could instantly feel the change in Amber. Her posture, her movements, the lust and envy in her eyes. Her fingers at the back of Jack's head gripped his hair tightly as her hips began to grind hard into Jack's cock. Amber was slowly taking charge.

Jack just groaned as Amber got aggressive. He enjoyed watching her be so dominant and loved to tame this side of Amber. He leaned in and bit her earlobe and hissed in Amber's ear like a snake, "Be my Evil Queen."

Bill couldn't hear what Jack was whispering in, but he saw the transformation of his loving wife into her evil persona in her eyes. He had seen those deep blue eyes looking at him with so much love and warmth, but now they had a mean and cruel streak. It was as if she could pierce his heart with her steely glare. And as if to perfectly match her eyes, a wicked smirk appeared on her sweet lips.

Amber fully embraced her dark side and said in a steely voice, "What if it was all me, Bill? What if it was {[italic]}me{[/italic]} all this time? What if {[italic]}this{[/italic]} was my fantasy all along?"

"What? " Bill asked, confused. His mind was still muddled with lust as he kept pumping into Stacey.

"All those months ago when I saw your browsing history. I clicked on every link, read every story, and watched every video. At first I was confused, but then your perverted fantasy got my pussy dripping wet. What if this was my fantasy all along? To make you a good little cuck," Amber said in a sultry voice.

"No," Bill said. Despite his denial, Amber's cruel words made his cock rock hard.

"Yes," Jack said as he bit her earlobe, nuzzled, and kissed Amber's neck. His tongue licked every inch of her salty skin.

"Well, it was not like I could go and fuck Jack the very next day. So, all these months, I played into your dirty fantasy and used it against you. I sucked on Jack's cock and teased you with all those pictures and videos. I was slowly grooming you to be a good little cuck. I actually even made you watch me while I suck on Jack's cock in our jacuzzi like a nasty slut," Amber said with a cruel chuckle. "And you just sat there like a pathetic cuck, jerking your little dick."

"No. No." Bill groaned. His mind remembered every decision, every deal they had made together. Despite her cruel words, Bill's hips moved faster, and he fucked Stacey harder.

"More. More." Jack whispered like the devil on her shoulder. His hips slowly grinding and relentlessly fucking her ass.

"And remember the Super Bowl Night, Bill. What if all that teasing and that sexy lingerie was actually for Jack?" Amber said with a wicked sneer. "And what if {[italic]}I{[/italic]} was the one who added those sleeping pills in your beer?"

"No, that's not true," Bill groaned. His mind recalled everything that happened that night. He knew what Amber was saying was not true. Amber was with him when Jack had gone to get him another beer. An image of Jack and Amber in their kitchen flashed in Bill's mind. They were making out; Jack groped Amber's ass while Amber jerked Jack's huge cock. The duo laughed cruelly as they each popped a sleeping pill in his beer. "No, no," Bill said. Just the thought of this dark idea sent shivers up his spine but made his cock pulse. He pumped into Stacey with even more anger and lust.

"Fuck, yes, my nasty slut. Taunt him, taunt your dumb husband even more," Jack whispered. He was amazed by the cruel words coming from his beautiful wife's mouth. Jack was in heaven with cock being milked by Amber's tight ass and his balls being worshipped by Stacey.

"I fucked Jack all night long while you slept like a baby in the next room. Honestly, I wouldn't have cared even if you were sleeping in the same bed. I would have still let Jack fuck me right on top of you if I had to," Amber said, with a cruel laugh.

"Fuck, no," Bill groaned. An image of him sleeping peacefully while Amber was positioned on all fours right above his face while Jack pumped his huge cock in and out of Amber's pussy flashed through his mind. Amber and Jack were grunting and moaning loudly, not caring if they woke the sleeping husband. The thought of watching Jack's cock sawing into Amber's sopping wet pussy up close disgusted Bill. "Fuck, no," Bill said again.

"Fuck, yes," Amber groaned as she moved her hips in a circular motion on Jack's cock. She was rubbing his fat cockhead where she needed it the most. Amber turned to face Jack as he stuck his tongue out, and Amber lewdly did the same. Their tongues doing a dirty dance as saliva drooled onto Amber's tits.

It felt like the pressure in the room was slowly building to the brim. Like all four of them were a volcano about to erupt. It felt like the energy in the room was crackling with static.

Even Stacey couldn't believe this wicked side of her best friend, and was excited for more.

It was as if all four of them were one being. All four of them were feeding off each other's lust. Amber's mind was the source of their energy. Her taunting was driving Bill crazy as he fucked Stacey harder and faster. Stacey's groaning against Amber's clit and Jack's balls, stimulating them. Jack in turn fucked Amber's ass harder and urged her to taunt Bill even more.

Jack squeezed her sweaty ass painfully hard and gave her a sharp slap, getting her to once again focus on taunting Bill.

"And all those times I fucked Jack behind your back. In all those positions and places that I have never let you fuck me. The way he made my ass red and sore with every spank. The way he was stuffing his bare cock in my needy married cunt while you were wearing condoms. All those times he filled my cheating cunt up with his nasty cum," Amber taunted and chuckled.

"Fuck, no," Bill said as he grabbed Stacey's thighs and drove into her mad with lust and anger.

"You have no clue how many times you have greeted me with a kiss while I could still taste Jack on my lips and feel his cum dripping from my pussy," Amber chuckled. "I honestly think you wouldn't have suspected even if I had made you clean up his {[italic]}fucking{[/italic]} creampie," Amber sneered and laughed cruelly.

'No, no," Bill groaned at the thought of his loving wife being a cold-hearted cuckoldress. "It's just sex talk," Bill said to himself.

"Is it?" Amber asked, "I made videos of Jack fucking my pussy and made you watch what a cheating slut wife I am. And what did you do?" Amber laughed, "You were fucking tugging on your pathetic little dick, watching me cum on Jack's dirty cock, screaming his name," Amber laughed.

"It's not true. It's just sex talk," Bill said to himself. His mind was a blur between what was real and what was fantasy.

"Fuck him up," Jack sneered, watching Bill's face contort in confusion. Questioning everything that had happened. He couldn't believe how cruel Amber was being but was loving every second of it.

"And what if that day when you walked in on us having a threesome? What if I told you that I had timed it perfectly so that you would walk in on us? I just thought by then you would be properly broken in, you know… and when you saw us, you would be an obedient cuck, sit in the corner, tugging on your little dick while you watched Jack ruin all my fucking holes," Amber said with a wicked chuckle. "Never mind, honey. It just took you a little longer. You know, for you to understand your role, but here we are. Once again. This time you're willingly watching Jack fuck Stacey and me. You watching me get my ass fucked by this ugly old bastard on our fucking wedding anniversary and with me in my wedding dress nonetheless, making it even hotter than before. Do you really think I'm going to stop cucking you after tonight, baby?"

"Fuck, no, no," Bill groaned.

"Jesus fuck," Jack groaned. He couldn't believe how mean Amber was being. She was one twisted bitch, and Jack loved it. He honestly began recounting all his encounters with Amber. Trying to understand if there was any truth to what she was saying. Did she really play some mind games and manipulate him into fucking her? But Jack knew that was not true. 'But damn, the slut could talk dirty,' Jack thought to himself.

Jack's cock twitched, and he knew he wasn't going to last long. Jack began fucking Amber's ass deeper and faster.

Amber slipped two fingers in her messy pussy, fucking herself and drew cum covered fingers out to show her husband. Amber gave Bill a dirty smile and made a show of licking her fingers clean. "And what if my real present to you on our anniversary was a big, thick load of creampie,"Amber hissed. "Would you be a good little cuck and clean me up? Would you lick my messy cunt clean, baby? Would you cum, if I sit on your face and make you lick another man's spunk from my cunt? Now cum for me. Cum for me like the good little cuck you are," Amber sneered.

Just hearing those words made Bill's mind and body explode into a million pieces. "Aaarrggh fuck Noo," Bill growled as he gave one final thrust deep into Stacey's cunt. His cock exploded, shooting ropes of cum inside Stacey. Bill couldn't remember the last time he came so much. He was completely flooding Stacey's pussy with his cum. His cockhead felt so sensitive as he pulled out as his cock continued to spasm and spray Stacey's belly with cum. This thick, creamy cum pooled in her belly button.

Just the feeling of her pussy being flooded with Bill's cum sent Stacey over the edge. "Aaaahhhhhh Eeeehhh Fuuuuccccckk," She screamed against Jack's balls and Amber's clit as her body arched from the mattress. Her toes curled and legs trembled.

The vibrations of Stacey's scream on his balls, Amber's wicked words and clamping ass triggered Jack's orgasm. He roared like an animal as his cock expanded in Amber's tight asshole stretching it even wider. Jack's cum erupted into Amber's ass like a volcano, flooding her anal cavity with this illicit cum. Jack was groping Amber's tits in one hand while his other hand snaked down her body to find her throbbing clit. He pinched and tugged on the sensitive nub of flesh hard, sending jolts of pain and pleasure through Amber's body.

"Aaaaaahhhh Fffuuuccckkk," Amber groaned as her body catapulted to another dimension of pleasure. Amber had never felt so much cum filling her up. It was like Jack was giving her an enema with his cum. "Oooohhh my fffuuuccckinnng gggoooddd," Amber screamed as she had one of the biggest orgasms of her life. Her fingers were a blur rubbing her clit as her eyes rolled back. Amber's body bucked like she was having a seizure, spraying her juices all over Stacey and Bill.

All four of them orgasmed together. Their sweaty bodies bucked and writhed in pleasure. They were all drenched in sweat and sexual juices. The room was filled with groans, grunts, and moans. It was as if a fucking orgasm bomb had just gone off. It felt like the walls and windows trembled as if they were the epicentre of an earthquake. The room buzzed with the heat and energy coming from their bodies.

No one knew how long the orgasm lasted as waves of pleasure coursed through their bodies. They were breathing and panting as they caught their breath. All four of them slowly came down from the mind-blowing orgasm.

Amber had leaned forward onto Stacey as Jack's cock slowly plopped out. She opened her eyes to see Bill's cock still spasming as a glob of cum hung low from his cock. Amber instinctively took her husband's slick cock in her mouth and began to clean it. Amber hummed, tasting the mixture of Bill's cum and Stacey's pussy juice.

Bill shuddered from the pleasure of feeling Amber's wet tongue on his still sensitive cockhead. His whole mind and body felt light, as if he was floating.

"Fuck yes, you nasty slut. Clean my dirty cock," Jack groaned as Stacey was sucking on his slimy cock. Her wet tongue licked and lapped all over his shaft and balls, cleaning every inch of his meaty cock.

"Fuck hell," Bill thought to himself on realising Stacey does ass-to-mouth.

Amber collapsed on the bed as Stacey got out from underneath. Bill went to Amber's side to comfort her.

—.

Stacey looked at Jack and was surprised to see his thick, slimy cock still semi-erect even after having cum so much.

Jack's pudgy chest rose and fell as he caught his breath. He was covered in sweat, and his hair stuck to his body. His eyes still glaring at Amber's gaping holes as they oozed his illicit cum. He was softly grunting like an animal and licked his lips. His hands slowly squeezed and stroked his slimy cock.

Stacey saw Bill leaning beside Amber and softly whispering comforting words to his wife. He rubbed her back and ran his fingers through her hair.

Amber was slowly recovering from the orgasm.

Stacey knew her friend must be exhausted and wouldn't be up for another round. Amber would want to reconnect with her husband. Stacey didn't want to disturb the loving couple and wanted them to have their moment. So, Stacey looked at Jack and said, "All right, big guy, time to go home."

That seemed to bring Jack out of his haze of lust. The ogre-like man was still stroking his cock and gave Stacey a look as if saying, But I am still not done yet.

"I could still go for another round if you're up for it," Stacey said, looking at his hard, throbbing cock. Just the sight of Jack's huge, angry cock got Stacey's pussy wet again. Stacey knew if she presented Jack with a challenge like that, he could never say no.

Jack just grunted as he stood up from the bed and walked towards Stacey.

Stacey gave Jack a passionate kiss, taking Jack's cock in her hands and slowly pumping it against her body, smearing his sticky pre-cum on her stomach. She hummed at how warm and hard his cock felt in her hands. Stacey took Jack by his cock and led him out of Bill and Amber's bedroom.

Stacey and Jack walked all the way back to Jack's house with Stacey leading Jack by his cock, occasionally giving it a few pumps. Although they were walking through Bill and Amber's house and by the side gate. Stacey wondered what someone would think if they saw them walking naked like this. She thought she must look like a milkmaid leading the bull back to its shed and chuckled to herself.

Back in the bedroom, Bill and Amber were exhausted, both physically and mentally.

"Bill, are you… you know I didn't mean… " Amber asked.

"Hush," Bill said, as he pressed his fingers over Amber's soft lips. "I am all right," Bill assured Amber. "We can talk in the morning. Come on, baby, let's get you cleaned up."

It was moments like this that made Amber fall in love with Bill all over again. He perfectly understood her and knew exactly what to say and do.

After that, both of them never spoke a word, but they knew and understood exactly what the other wanted. They entered their en-suite bathroom. Amber removed the rest of her clothing and makeup while Bill checked on the water temperature. Once Bill was satisfied, he guided Amber into the spray of water. Bill got behind Amber, and like a practiced routine, they slowly soaked each other's body. It felt so sensual and intimate, like they were both exploring each other's naked bodies for the very first time. Amber little winces when Bill ran his finger over a sore spot, or when he ran his fingers through his wife's puffy pussy lips and asshole made Bill's cock twitch. But Bill knew Amber needed to rest for now. He will have his time later to reclaim his wife.

Despite what he told himself, his body had a mind of its own. Bill's cock slowly came to life, and Amber could feel his erection against her ass.

Amber's body was tired and sore from the exhaustion, but she still wanted to feel the connection with Bill. Her body still craved to be touched by his familiar hands and filled with his cock. She leaned back and pulled Bill in for a kiss. Her hands snaked around Bill's neck, and her ass ground into his hard erection. Her body instantly came alive with arousal.

"Baby, we don't have to do this now. You must be exhausted and sore," Bill said considerately, despite his hips moving on their own accord and humping against Amber's ass.

"I need to feel you inside me, Bill," Amber moaned against his lips as her hands guided his cock to her pussy.

That was all it took to break Bill's resolve. He thrust his cock deep into his wife's soaking wet pussy. Bill could feel how turned on Amber was. He thrust deep and fast, causing Amber to lean forward and hold on to the wall for support.

"Fuck, yes, Bill. Take me. Reclaim your pussy," Amber hissed from the pain and pleasure she felt as Bill's cock sawed in and out of her sore pussy. The warm water washed over them as the slapping sounds of their union echoed across the tiled walls.

Bill grabbed Amber's plump ass possessively and drove into her with wild abandon. He kept repeating a single word like a mantra. "Mine, mine, mine."

"Fuck, yes, baby. I'm all yours. Amber moaned and pushed her ass back into Bill. Her ass rippled with every contact between them.

Bill pounded Amber's pussy like a jackhammer. He felt so alive and primal, like a beast. Bill grabbed Amber by the hair and pulled her back for a passionate kiss while his hips never lost momentum. Bill knew he was close and wanted to feel Amber's body all over him. He grabbed Amber's breasts and pulled her into him. He bit Amber's shoulders, growling, "Mine, mine, mine."

Amber groaned in pain and pleasure. She knew Bill's bite would leave a mark on her skin but didn't care. Her body wanted him to mark her as his own. She could feel her own orgasm rise to the surface as she encouraged Bill. "I'm yours. I'm all yours. Cum for me, baby. Cum for me."

Bill's body obeyed Amber's command like she was their ringmaster. "Oh fuck," Bill groaned as he drove his cock deep into his wife, almost impaling Amber onto his cock as she stood on her tiptoes. His cock spewed rope after rope of cum flooding Amber's pussy.

"Fuck," Amber groaned as her own orgasm exploded. It felt like her legs would give out, but Bill held her close. Every nerve ending fired, and it felt like fireworks going off inside her. Her heart was filled with joy and love.

As they came down from the orgasm. They both held on to each other under the warm water. Bill then kissed Amber on her shoulders and left her under the hot stream of water for a little longer while he stepped out of the shower.

Amber was now alone, and the steady stream of water felt so good as it washed over her aching body. It felt like she had just completed an intense workout. Her mind felt calm knowing that Bill was with her and loved her despite what they had just done.

By the time Amber had dried and walked out of the bathroom, Bill had stripped the bed and laid fresh sheets. All the strewn-about clothes were nowhere to be seen. The air smelt fresh and clean.

Bill was already in bed, leaning against the headboard. He smiled at Amber and patted the spot beside him.

Without saying a word, Amber climbed in, and Bill spooned her from behind. His warm body pressing against her made her feel safe and loved. She felt his lips on her skin as he murmured, "I love you," and Amber replied softly, "I love you too, baby," as they both drifted off to sleep.

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   Series:Neighbor Chronicles
   Author:DarrenZ

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 Subtitle:Neighborly Chronicles Alternate Universe Pt. 16
   Teaser:Epilogue
 Category:Loving Wives
      URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/neighborly-chronicles-au-pt-16
Published:2025-02-10
"Go slow, honey. I'm still a little sore from yesterday," Amber said. She had genuinely meant it, as her puckered anal ring still felt sore and did not mean to tease Bill. Amber was lying face down with her ass propped up on their bed.

Bill's cock got even harder hearing Amber's words. For the past half hour, Bill had been preparing Amber's ass. Bill rimmed his wife's puckered asshole. He thoroughly enjoyed exploring the tight hole with his tongue and fingers. The scent and taste of Amber was so addictive. Bill savored Amber's ass like it was his favorite dessert.

After all these years, Amber had begun to enjoy the pleasures of anal play and had willingly presented herself. Despite being a little sore from last night, Amber was curious how her husband's cock would feel in her ass. It was like an itch Amber knew only Bill could satisfy. So, in spite of Bill being considerate and offering to wait until she felt more comfortable, Amber had insisted Bill fuck her ass.

Bill was surprised but knew he had to thank Jack someday for this change in his once reluctant wife. He poured a generous amount of lube on Amber's asshole and slowly traced his cockhead along the winking hole. Bill was so turned on, his cock was so hard as steel. The way Amber's asshole was winking on his cock felt like Amber's ass was kissing his sensitive mushroom tip. "Oh god," Bill groaned and pushed his cock against the resistance.

"Fuck, yesss," Amber hissed as she relaxed to let her husband cock in her tight asshole. Amber was beginning to enjoy the pain and pleasure.

Once Bill's mushroom tip pushed past the ring, he stayed still waiting for Amber to get used to his cock. "Fuck," Bill groaned at the tightness of Amber's asshole.

Amber moaned and rubbed her clit. She slowly wiggled her ass, urging Bill to push more of his cock in.

Bill held on to Amber's ass and pushed slowly into her tight asshole. Inch by inch he sank his cock into his wife's bowels until he was balls deep. Bill waited for Amber to let him know she was ok.

"God, I feel so full, honey," Amber stayed still for a moment, enjoying the fullness of her husband's cock in her ass. She slowly rocked her body back and forth fucking herself on Bill's cock.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Bill sighed. Bill couldn't believe this was finally happening. He parted Amber's ass cheeks and stared at how his wife's asshole was swallowing his cock. The wet slapping sounds as their bodies collided, filled the room.

"Fuck me Bill. Fuck my ass, baby," Amber hissed.

Bill didn't need to be told twice as he began to move his hips. He held onto Amber's hips and slowly started to pick up his pace.

"Fuck, yes. Does it feel good, honey? Do you like fucking my ass?" Amber moaned.

"God, yes," Bill said and gave Amber's ass a hard spank. He watched her skin redden as her ass jiggled.

"Yessss," Amber hissed as her skin heated up. "Spank me, baby. Spank me for being such a naughty wife."

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Bill landed several spanks on Amber's fleshy ass cheeks. He was no longer holding back, Bill started to understand what Amber enjoyed.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Oh fuck, yes. Punish my slutty ass, baby," Amber said as she flexed her asshole.

BIll groaned as Amber's ass clamped around his cock, milking him. "God, your ass is so tight."

"That's what Jack said too," Amber said with a naughty smile.

"Oh you fucking slut," Bill groaned as he punished his wife's ass.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Amber chuckled, knowing how easily she could get Bill riled up. She flexed and milked his cock. "You like that, Bill? I can feel your cock twitch? Did you enjoy watching me be Jack's anal slut? Did you like watching Jack's huge cock stretch my tight little asshole? The way he railed my ass in my wedding dress. The way he dumped his huge nasty cum in my ruined shithole," Amber taunted Bill.

"Oh fuck," Bill moaned as his cock exploded inside his wife's ass. The way Amber's tight asshole milked his cock and her filthy words pushed him over the edge. Bill shot huge spurts of cum as he collapsed on Amber's back.

Amber's own orgasm was triggered feeling her husband's cock erupt in her ass. "Yes, baby. Cum with me," Amber moaned as they both shared another orgasm together.

Bill held onto Amber, kissing her neck until his softening cock plopped out of Amber's ass with cum.

"Fuck, that was good," Amber said and turned to meet her husband's loving eyes. "I love you, Bill."

"I love you too, baby," Bill said, catching his breath.

It was late in the evening on Saturday, from the time they had woken up, Bill and Amber couldn't keep their hands off of each other. They had fucked all over the house. It was as if Bill was reclaiming Amber in every place Jack had fucked her. The couple had spent the entire day fucking like rabbits but were far from satiated.

—

Jack looked around at the mostly empty parking lot. A small heart shaped keychain dangling from the rear view mirror in the next car caught his attention. Jack stared at it. It reminded him of something in his past. Something a long time ago.

Jack had always been a shy and nerdy kid. He was mostly invisible to everyone in the school and college, owing to his chubby looks, and was never popular among the girls. Jack didn't mind it as long as they didn't mind him.

Because of his loneliness, Jack spent most of his time on his computer. He soon learnt how to code by himself and discovered the online world of porn. Later in life, Jack would combine both his passions and create one of the earliest search engines for porn and his own adult website. Selling his company, he would ultimately settle down comfortably without having to work another day in his life. His life would be monotonous, filled with online games, porn, and sports. All that changed forever when a gorgeous couple moved in next door.

Being socially reclusive, he would get excited by any attention he got from the opposite sex, even if it meant just teaching coding to nerdy girls.

One day, when he was at a girl named Clara's house teaching her. He had excused himself to use the bathroom. As he was relieving himself, the laundry basket in the corner with the bright pink panties on top caught his attention.

Jack couldn't resist as he grabbed the panties and sniffed a woman's scent for the first time.

Jack's cock instantly was rock hard. His raging hormones got the better of him as he pulled out his cock and masturbated, sniffing and licking the dirty panties.

Jack was so lost in a dizzy world of lust and had lost track of time. He was caught by Clara sniffing her underwear and jerking off his huge cock. Clara was shocked to see the monstrous cock in Jack's hands. Jack's heart skipped a beat when he saw Clara run back to her room. Jack felt so ashamed and knew for sure she would kick him out of her house.

What happened next changed Jack's life forever.

When he stepped back into Clara's room to apologize. She stared at his crotch in lust. Five minutes later Jack got his first blowjob. And the week after that, he lost his virginity to her.

Jack felt like a king and thought his life couldn't get better until the next week when another friend of Clara's asked Jack for help to fix her computer. That evening, Jack realised it was just an excuse for her to experience his cock.

Soon, Jack was popular among the nerdy girls and couldn't imagine how lucky he had gotten. One of the nerdy girls had a hot cheerleading friend, Ashley, and her curiosity was piqued by the tales about Jack's cock. But there was just one problem: Ashley was dating a jock named Tom at the time, but that didn't stop the slutty cheerleader from experiencing Jack's cock. Ashley wouldn't look his way during the day but would act like the dirtiest slut for Jack. One day, Jack was staring at Ashley, wondering what it would feel like to date her and make all these assholes around him jealous. This caught Tom's attention, and Jack ended up with a black eye. That day Jack ended up fucking Ashley even harder and rougher, which the slut loved.

From that day, Ashley would urge her boyfriend to bully Jack more, knowing that Jack would fuck her even harder. Jack was fucking the cheerleader by night while her boyfriend found new ways to bully him during the day. Ashley would join her boyfriend to torment Jack with her insults and cruel comments.

One day in the locker room, things got pretty out of control. Jack was made to strip. The jock boyfriend himself was shocked to see Jack's huge cock. Ashley wanted to celebrate their win with a hard pounding that night and decided to push Jack's limits. She stuffed her sweaty socks in Jack's mouth and made him wear her dirty panties on his head like a mask. She wrote 'PIG' on Jack's pudgy chest and made him oink. Ashley made Jack jerk his cock while she gave her boyfriend a sloppy blowjob, spewing cruel and mean words at him. Even Ashley's boyfriend was shocked by how cruel she was being.

Jack tried averting his eyes from Ashley and focused on the simple golden heart pendant around her neck. He stared at the pendant as it bounced and dangled while she slobbered on her boyfriend's cock. Jack breathed in the pungent scent of Ashley pussy and ass as he tasted the bitter sweat from her socks. His heart pounding in his ears as this moment would forever be etched in his memory.

That night, Jack took Ashley's anal virginity. Something even her boyfriend had not experienced. It was Jack's first time fucking a tight ass. That was the start of Jack's anal obsession. That night changed his perspective of beautiful athletic women. His view that they were all sluts inside and they just needed the ideal situation and a perfect cock to bring out the sluts in them. His relationship with Ashley had always made Jack resent these beautiful athletic women who would treat him so badly but secretly wanted to fuck him and use him for his huge cock.

Every time Jack saw Amber and Stacey when they would hang out in the pool next door or when they danced and played at their party every year, they reminded Jack of Ashley. Jack's cock would throb knowing how slutty these beautiful women would act if they knew about his huge cock.

The memory of those cruel words and the cheerleader sucking on her boyfriend's cock had filled Jack's mind when he saw his neighbour's wife when she was about to blow him after his birthday party. As if by some miracle, the perfect opportunity presented itself when Amber had walked down that night in her stunning red dress.

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The honking of a car brought him back to the present.

"Why the fuck am I here again?" Jack asked himself as he slammed on the steering wheel of his car. He really didn't have to be here or do this but for some reason he wanted to.

Maybe Bill could handle this by himself, or maybe he would get help from someone. But Jack knew for sure Bill wasn't going to ask him for help. Or maybe knowing Bill these days, he keeps thinking with his dick half the time and would let David fuck Amber.

Either way, Jack was not willing to take a chance. He liked the arrangement he had going with his neighbours and didn't want any asshole to spoil his fun. He initially thought sharing Amber around would make him feel more dominant and help to humiliate Bill more, but after the encounter with Chester, He was clear he didn't want to share Amber with anyone. Especially not some asshole like David, who was young and unpredictable.

"Bill better fucking appreciate this," Jack muttered to himself.

Jack started to wonder, 'Was he starting to become a better person?' 'Did he really have feelings for Amber?'. If he was being honest Jack was just being selfish. He didn't want to share Amber with anyone else. Well, maybe just with her husband of course. Jack strangely felt protective of his neighbouring couple. Although he enjoyed being an asshole and fucking Amber in front of Bill. Jack had to acknowledge that if it weren't for Bill and his fantasy, he would not be tapping that hot pussy in the first place.

Even though he loved to humiliate Bill and do all those dirty things with his wife. These last few days, Jack's perception of Bill had changed. The way he had defended him at the bar, Jack had to admit Bill was a good sport. Despite all the things he had done to the poor bastard, Jack strangely felt protective of him.

Bill was not some pathetic cuck who couldn't handle his woman. Nor was he some little dick hubby who was controlled by his wife. In fact, he was the opposite; Bill was one of those guys who had it all: the good looks, a great career, and an amazing woman. The kind of guy Jack himself would have wanted to be in his younger years. Bill was just a guy who enjoyed sharing his wife. Jack couldn't blame a guy for his kinks, especially if he was the one benefiting out of it. So he didn't want his fun arrangement to be spoiled by some young punk.

Jack hadn't thought about what he was going to say to David, but he knew he had to make this young punk understand who was boss. When he saw David walk out of the building, Jack slipped out and swiftly walked towards David's car. He stood beside David as he was trying to unlock his car.

"David, right?" Jack asked in a calm voice.

David looked around and sized Jack up. "Who's asking?" David said, with an annoyed expression.

"Look, David, I don't know you, and you don't know me. Let's just keep it that way. All I want is for you to back off from Bill and Amber." Jack said.

That's when David recognised Jack from the pool party. "Look, old man. I don't know who you think you are. I recognise you from the pool party. You are the neighbour or something, aren't you? You were the one hanging out with that brunette with those huge jugs at that pool party, weren't you? Did you get your hands on those puppies, huh?" David said with an ugly grin.

Jack was starting to get annoyed with David's attitude.

"Look man, I just have my own thing going on with Blondie. So if you have the hots for her, get in line, pal. And guess what? I got my cock sucked by that married slut," David said with a wicked smirk.

Jack didn't know why, but hearing David call Amber a slut made his blood boil. Jack lost it and held David by his collar and pushed him against his car.

David was caught off guard. He hadn't expected Jack to come at him with such force, and he didn't want to get into a fight for some pussy.

David immediately put up his hands and said, "Wow, wow, wow. Chill old man. I don't know what the fuck your deal is. I don't mind sharing some pussy. As long as it's mutual. I wouldn't mind sharing my bubble butt blondie with you as long as you're willing to share that big-titted bimbo with me. How about that?" David said with a sleazy smile and gave Jack a wink.

Jack always knew he was an asshole, but he was glad that he was not a stupid asshole like David. Every word from David's mouth made his blood boil. Jack knew he could never reason with a sleazebag like David, but he tried. For some reason, without thinking, Jack's body just moved by itself. Before he knew it, his fist hit squarely on David's nose with a crack.

David was on the ground holding his nose, blood streaming down his face.

"What the fuck, you asshole?" David groaned. The pain made his head spin, and David was shocked by Jack's strength. He did not dare to confront Jack.

When Jack bent down and leaned close to his face, David backed against his car. In a threatening growl, Jack said, "I want you to fucking delete all those files you have of Amber right fucking now."

David, without a second thought, pulled out his phone from his pocket and deleted the files. That pussy was surely not worth all this trouble David thought to himself.

"Is that all you have? There is no backup in some fucking cloud or drive or some shit like that," Jack asked again.

"No man, I fucking deleted all that. That's all I have," David said.

Jack took the phone from David's hand and smashed it on the pavement right in front of David.

Jack took the phone from David's hand and smashed it on the pavement right in front of David.

"What the fuck, man, you didn't have to do that. I just said I deleted all the files," David said. This pissed David off. What the fuck was happening, and who the fuck was this ugly old bastard? The only thing David could come up with was that if the old man didn't want to share some pussy, then it must be Bill who must have sent this ugly old fat fuck to intimidate him.

This made David even more angry.

"If that stupid cuck Bill is behind this, trust me, I'm going to make his life a living hell at his work. He does not know who my uncle is. I'll have his ass fired by the end of this week and make that bastard eat my cum out of his wife's cunt," David said angrily to Jack.

Jack smiled at David's outrage and calmly said, "I know who the fuck you are, and I know your uncle is on the board. Now this is what you're going to do, you little shit. You're going to come up with some stupid-ass reason and fucking quit your job. I want you to go back from wherever you crawled out of. I don't want you anywhere near Bill or Amber. I don't care what reason you come up with, but I want you gone by the end of today. Not this month, not this week, but by the end of today. You get that," Jack said.

"Or what?" David asked in a defiant tone.

Jack sighed and pulled out his phone. He pressed play on a video and showed it to David.

David's face turned pale as he watched the video.

"Yeah, I am not sure your uncle is going to be happy that you're fucking his wife, is he, you fucking idiot?" Jack said.

"Who the fuck are you, and how the fuck did you get that video?" David asked, in a shaky voice.

For the first time, Jack saw fear in David's eyes as he fully understood the situation.

Jack always knew assholes like David because he himself was one and they all had their vices. He always liked to know whom he was dealing with. Jack knew his friend, Chester owed him big time after their encounter at the club. So a phone call and a couple of hours later. Jack had all of David's dirty little secrets. Turns out the young punk was a hound for married pussy and he loved to film his conquests. His uncle had not been able to get his dick hard since his heart surgery, and knowing this, David had fully exploited the situation. He had started screwing around with his uncle's young trophy wife from his second marriage. And it was her who had convinced his uncle to get him placed in Bill's work so that David could be near and they could continue their affair.

Jack didn't know at the time that this dirty little information would prove to be this useful.

Jack sneered at David and said, "Now get the fuck up. I want you to go into the office and fucking do as I just said or trust me. I'll be sending this to your dear old uncle by the end of the day," Jack said and walked back to his car, knowing he had got his point through to David.

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"All right, that's great. See you on Monday. Take care, Phil," Bill said in a cheerful tone as he hung up the phone. He had a broad smile on his face as he went out to share the good news with Amber.

It was Sunday afternoon; Amber was in the jacuzzi, relaxing her sore body after their marathon sex session the previous day. She looked hot in the skimpy white string bikini she was wearing.

"So what's gotten you so happy, besides the fact that your gorgeous wife just let you fuck her ass?" Amber asked with a smile.

"David just quit," Bill said.

"What?" Amber asked, surprised.

"I got a text from him this morning saying he has deleted all the video he had of you, and he is quitting. I thought he was playing one of his stupid tricks. So, I called the office and checked. They said something about some family issue, and apparently he quit yesterday morning. I have no clue how this happened," Bill said.

"Wow, that is great news. Let's just celebrate for now, and we can figure things out later," Amber said.

"Well, it's turning out to be a very good day," said Bill as he got into the jacuzzi beside his wife.

"Yes, it is," Amber said and kissed Bill.

Amber was pleased to see Bill in such a happy mood. Bill and Amber had talked and reconnected the previous day. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. They hadn't heard from Jack or Stacey since that night. Amber thought she would check in with Stacey later. But right now, she just wanted to be with her husband.

Bill and Amber were both sipping their drinks as they relaxed in the jacuzzi. Amber had her eyes closed and was leaning back against Bill's shoulders. Bill looked at his wife and admired how beautiful Amber looked. With all that they had been through in these past couple of months since Amber had found his browsing history, their life had turned into a wild roller coaster ride, and it had only made their marriage even stronger. Bill knew he could trust Amber with any of his deepest and darkest fantasies, and she would love him even more for what he is.

Bill thought back to the crazy adventure and how it had all started right here in this very jacuzzi with Amber giving Jack a blowjob on Bill's 30th birthday. It just seemed so surreal now that it was all coming to an end. But if Bill was being honest with himself, he knew he didn't want this adventure to end. He wanted to have more crazy adventures with his beautiful wife beside him.

As if sensing his thoughts, Amber opened her eyes and looked at Bill. With a lazy smile she asked, "What?"

"What?" Bill asked, feigning innocence.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on in that mind of yours? Because I can tell you've been thinking of something naughty," said Amber.

"How do you know I was thinking of something naughty?" Bill asked with a smile. He loved how his wife could read his mind.

"Besides that goofy grin on your face, your stiff cock poking against my ass is the one that gave it away," Amber said, giving Bill's cock a gentle squeeze.

Bill hadn't even realised his cock stiffen with the naughty thoughts running through his mind.

"Well, I was just thinking…," Bill said tentatively.

Amber turned around, now facing Bill and holding his hard cock with a tight grip, and said in a sultry voice, "What were you thinking, Honey?"

Bill paused and said tentatively, "I just was thinking what if we didn't stop."

"What do you mean?" asked Amber, not wanting to sound too excited. She knew what Bill meant but didn't want to assume anything. She wanted to be sure of what Bill had in his mind. Honestly, the idea of 'where do we go from here?' was on her mind as well all morning.

"What if we made a new deal with Jack?" Bill said.

"You mean you want me to keep fucking Jack?" asked Amber with a naughty smile.

"I mean, only if you are ok with it," Bill said tentatively.

Amber paused and asked with a naughty smile, "What if I am ok with it?"

"We could set some new rules. Take it slow. Include him when we want to, or even Stacey," Bill said.

"Stacey, huh? You would like that wouldn't you?" Amber said in a teasing tone.

"Nothing too hardcore or some weird lifestyle. Let's just have fun and explore new possibilities," Bill said. "What do you think?"

"I think it would be fun," Amber said with a cheeky smile and added, "Like our anniversary night."

"God, I still can't believe what we did. Jack taking your anal virginity. It just feels so surreal," Bill said.

Amber was glad Bill said 'we' and not 'you', she would be lying if she did not feel even an ounce of guilt for letting Jack fuck her ass before her husband.

"I bet that he is going to bring it up every chance he gets to taunt me," Bill said.

Amber knew Bill would be beating himself up about this forever and was glad she was prepared for it. Amber smiled and rubbed Bill's chest. "Hey, things happened. Jack fucked me in my ass, but who said anything about that ugly old man being my first?" Amber said with a cheeky smile.

Bill blinked as his mind processed what Amber had just revealed, "If Jack was not the first and neither was I…," and then it struck Bill, and he softly said, "Stacey."

Amber smiled. Yes, I was not sure about trying anal for the first time with Jack, you know, because of his huge… and I wanted you close by. So, you remember the night Stacey stayed over," Amber said with a naughty smile.

"Stacey fucked you in our bed while I was right there sleeping in the guest bedroom," Bill said.

Bill knew it was stupid, but for some reason, he felt glad Jack wasn't the first to fuck Amber in the ass. "I can't wait to see Jack's face when you tell him about this," Bill chuckled.

"So, what did you have in mind? You know, for our new deal with Jack. I may have a few ideas," Amber asked, slowly pumping Bill's cock. She patted the edge of the jacuzzi, and Bill moved up to sit on the edge while Amber got between his legs. Amber pulled Bill's shorts down. Bill lifted his hips to help his wife. Amber took her husband's cock in her hands and slowly began stroking it. She gave a few licks on the cock head. "Stacey and I could plan a sleepover at Jack's place or Jack and I could go on dates while Stacey cucksits you."

"Fuck" Bill moaned at the thought of Amber dressing up and go out with that ugly bastard as his date.

"What did you have in your perverted mind, baby?" Amber cooed.

"Fuck," Bill groaned as he watched his wife lick and suck on his cock. "Well, your birthday is coming up next month. I thought it would be fun to fulfil one of your fantasies. I was thinking about that trip you took with your friends to the lakeside cabin. And I know you regret not having said yes to your friend. Maybe it's time for a do-over. We could go on a weekend trip. I am sure we can find a beautiful lakeside cabin to rent," Bill said.

"A weekend trip with Jack?" Amber asked as she bobbed her head a couple of times on Bill's cock. She swirled her tongue on his tip and licked along his slit, tasting the oozing pre-cum.

"Oh fuck," Bill groaned and added, "We can invite Stacey too if you would like to."

"Oh, so you can have some fun with Stacey while I'm busy with Jack?" Amber asked in a sultry tone as she ran her tongue along the length of his shaft. Amber stroked Bill's cock while she moved lower. She licked his clean-shaven scrotum and took each ball in her mouth, gently sucking on it.

Bill groaned and his cock immediately twitched oozing another dollop of pre-cum at the thought of having some fun with Stacey, which did not go unnoticed by Amber.

Amber had a naughty idea to tease Bill.

"What if you were not allowed to fuck either of us for the entire weekend?" Amber teased. She ran her tongue from the base of his scrotum to the tip of his cock a couple of times.

"Oh, you wouldn't," Bill groaned.

"Well, it's my fantasy, remember? I get to choose, honey. Imagine Stacey and me taking turns fucking Jack's cock. We would be his dirty sluts for the whole weekend. He would get to use all our holes while all you can do is watch and jerk your little cock. At night you would have to sleep all by yourself, listening to Stacey and I get fucked by that ugly old bastard. Would you like that baby?" Amber teased.

"Please no," Bill said, his mind and body succumbing to the pleasure.

"Ooooor," Amber drawled, slithering her tongue on Bill's perineum. "What if we invited Jack's friend, Chester, along for the weekend?"

"God no. Not Chester, please," Bill pleaded, his thighs trembling as he eagerly anticipated where Amber's tongue was headed. Bill instinctively moved forward till the edge and spread his legs wider.

Amber smiled knowing Bill was close, and she knew just how to push him over the edge. "Yes, Chester. Imagine those two ugly old perverts using Stacey and me. Imagine their fat cocks stuffing all our holes. Those two ugly bastards fucking me at the same time. I'm on all fours, Jack fucking my mouth while Chester fucks my pussy. Imagine me sandwiched between their hairy bodies. Me sucking on Jack's dirty tongue while Chester is licking the sweat off my skin. Their hands groping my breasts and spanking my ass. Their nasty cocks fucking my pussy and ass. Oh, those big, nasty, raw cocks stretching my married pussy wide open. My cunt drooling all over their cocks. Fuck Bill; imagine how much they would cum inside me. How much they would fill me up," Amber hissed as she moved lower and lapped on Bill's asshole. She ran the flat of her tongue over his puckered hole. Amber rimmed Bill.

Bill felt like his mind and body were exploding. The mental images of Amber with Jack and Chester filled his mind. The way their cocks would paint Amber's beautiful face and body with their dirty cum. The way Amber's tongue felt on his asshole. The way she licked and sucked on his puckering hole. All while she stroked his cock and ran her palm over his sensitive cockhead. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," was all Bill managed to groan as his cock erupted. A huge spurt landed on his own chest while Amber immediately took his cock in her mouth. She gulped down her husband's cum as he flooded her mouth.

Bill was panting as he caught his breath. He slowly came down from the orgasm to see Amber looking at him with a wide smile.

The sound of the side gate opening caught their attention.

Bill and Amber turned to see Jack and Stacey standing by the side gate.

"Howdy, neighbour!" Jack said with a huge grin on his face. He was wearing his usual white t-shirt and black shorts while Stacey was standing next to him in a yellow bikini.

Amber and Bill looked at each other.

Bill raised an eyebrow and Amber's face lit up with a naughty smile.