To the Edge and Back

[Ky_Da]

Chapter 07

The next few weeks of the summer flew by as I worked my ass off to meet the never-ending deadlines. I truly did exist in a rat race, I thought to myself on numerous occasions. My day had long ago become a monotonous routine of waking up, commuting an hour to work, sitting in front of a computer monitor for ten hours, commuting home an hour, and having maybe a couple of hours of free time before I needed to go to bed.


However, since the first picnic in the neighbors’ backyard, I’d been fantasizing more and more about Marcus fucking my wife. I even liked to say it like that in my mind, the more depraved and cruder the thought, the more it fueled my lust. Thinking of different scenarios how this could happen was quickly becoming a distraction at work and even forcing me to put in extra hours occasionally so as to not get too far behind.



We had gone to the beach and, good to his word, Marcus started teaching Nichole how to surf. She was horrible at it the first day, but Marcus did eventually get her to stand up and catch a wave for a few seconds. I sat there in the sand with a hardon for pretty much the entire day. Sure, Rachel had been there to keep me company, but my eyes were fixed on my wife as Marcus touched and handled her body in the shallow surf.



With my insistence, Nichole was going to the beach almost every morning for surf lessons, and her abilities were quickly improving. Marcus even began sending me pictures and short videos of my wife as she was able to stand up for longer and longer periods, even making some minor turns to follow the direction of the waves. She still looked like a beginner, but I could see she was having fun and enjoying the progress she was making. But I could also see the ever-growing closeness she and Marcus were displaying.



After getting up at five in the morning to commute to work every day, I love nothing more than to sleep in a little bit on Saturday mornings. Nichole had already asked me if I was good with her going surfing in the morning, so it didn’t come as a surprise when I awoke to an empty bed. But sitting up to a quiet house, I had a feeling come over me like never before. It was a tornado of emotions, like all my emotions were swirled together at once and then some unseeing presence forced me to drink it. It reminded me of when I was a kid and my friends and I would go to the corner 7-11 convenient store for sodas. We all normally had our favorite flavors, but occasionally we would mix a lot of the flavors into the same cup, and the result was a totally new flavor.



These feelings were something new. In the prior weeks, I’d experienced a new feeling here and there, each making me feel and think a little differently, but these feelings when all mixed together were so much more powerful. I had a raging hardon that wasn’t about to go down anytime soon, so I spent a few minutes over the toilet taking care of the problem. It only took a few minutes, and I was expending my seed into the toilet.



The immediate effect was that I felt I could control my thoughts a little better. It was like it took the edge off a little, allowing me to feel a little more normal. With a deep breath, I put on my work clothes and went outside to mow the lawn. Rachel was weeding the narrow strip of bark that separates our two yards, and she gave me a polite wave when I came out of the garage pushing our lawnmower.



When I couldn’t get our mower started, Rachel stood and approached, “Ky, let me open the garage. Just use ours, dear.”


I gave the old mower a final try, but the engine simply wasn’t going to catch for me. You get what you pay for, I thought, giving up and deciding to take up Rachel on her offer.


“Thank you,” I said, pushing their high-end Honda mower out of their garage. At least it felt high-end compared to mine. “I’ll make sure to return it full of fuel.”



“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Rachel said kindly. Her skin was glistening from the heat of the late morning sun. She turned to me, “It looks like Nichole is become quite the surfer.”



I nodded, “I think you’re right. I’m afraid she’s caught the bug, it’s all she’s been talking about lately.”



“Well, she might as well have fun while it lasts,” Rachel said, pressing the clicker that would close the garage door. “Nichole was telling me the other day that she might be able to start work at Global Medical sometime in the fall.”



“It looks like it,” I confirmed. “It’s an assistant sales position, but it has a pretty good base salary, so that won’t suck.”



“Oh excellent,” the older woman said, and I again was struck at how sincere she was—so many people know what to say in order to be social, but Rachel had an ability to always make one feel that she really cared.



A quiet pause fell between us and I was about to push the borrowed mower to my yard and get to work when Rachel touched my arm, “Ky, I know Marcus and Nichole have been spending a lot of time together,” she began, and my heart began to race even though I could only guess what she was going to say. “And, well, you know how things go when the opposite sex spends enough time with one another… I just wanted to say that Marcus and I really value your friendship and don’t want to do anything to ruin that, so if anything is making you feel uncomfortable, or let’s say, if things are going in a direction you don’t want, please tell us.”



“I uh… I mean—yeah,” I sputtered. I shook my head and took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts, “Thank you Rachel, I appreciate that,” I finally managed to say. “I know what you’re getting at, it’s just an awkward conversation to have with you.”



Rachel laughed and nodded, “I understand, dear. Believe me, I understand. But one thing we’ve learned from experience is that communication is needed most when things feel awkward.”



I couldn’t disagree with that, nor could I think of anything else to say, so I simply nodded and began to push the mower down their driveway. As I reached the end, Marcus’ Jeep pulled into the empty spot in the driveway. Two surfboards were tied down to it’s roof rack, and my wife sat in the passenger seat, wearing a new bikini she’d purchased for wearing under a wetsuit. Nichole’s smile was wide and free as she saw me and waved.



Marcus exited the jeep and stretched, “Hey Ky, she’s getting better,” he said, moving to untie the surfboards from the Jeep’s rack.



I suddenly heard my wife yelp and then swear a few choice words. Looking over, I could tell that she had put her bare feet on the superheated concrete and then decided it was better to jump back in the Jeep. Next I heard Marcus tell her to hang on as he rounded to the other side of the Jeep. I watched as he picked her up and slung her body over his shoulder. He then carried her over the driveway and deposited her gently onto the grass. The way he carried her and the look on my wife’s face as he did made the new lustful feeling reemerge, like it had only been dormant for a short time, and now it was set loose once more.



“Thanks Marcus,” my wife said, rising up on her tiptoes and kissing him on the cheek.



Fuck I was horny. My wife gave me a hug and a quick kiss on the lips, “I need some water,” she said, quickly moving away and heading towards our house.



Remembering why I was there, I looked to Marcus, “Your wife let me borrow your mower—hope you don’t mind.”



Marcus shook his head, “Not at all—yours anytime.”



“Thanks, I need to use it, but I think I might put it in my garage for a few minutes and use it a little later. I’ve kind of got something I need to do.”



Marcus’ smile grew, “Absolutely,” he said, his eyes glancing towards my wife, “Go get it done.”



Barely able to contain myself, I thanked Marcus again and pushed the borrowed mower into the garage. I then entered through the man door that goes from the garage into the kitchen. I found my wife drinking a large glass of water at the sink.



She exhaled loudly and her posture sagged slightly, “god I needed that,” she said, setting the glass onto the countertop.



I didn’t pause for a moment as I picked her up and, like Marcus had done, carried her over my shoulder up to our bedroom. It was harder than I thought it was going to be as I carried her up the stairs, but luckily she doesn’t weigh much and there was no way I was going to let my muscles fail me then.



“Ky,” she said, giggling as I carried her, “what are you thinking?”



Getting to our bedroom, I flipped her onto the bed and removed her bikini bottom. “Good, you’re already wet,” I said, seeing her pussy lips glistening. I kicked off my shorts and slid my cock inside her in one smooth motion. I was instantly rewarded with a satisfied sigh from her lips as she wrapped my torso with her legs.



I didn’t make love to my wife that morning. I fucked her. And I fucked her harder than I ever had before. I had a moment where I thought I might hurt her, but as I focused on her, I could only see enjoyment in her features. It didn’t take me long to cum, but the orgasm did little to diminish my erection. My new mix of emotions hardly recessed as I fucked my wife through one orgasm and onto a second.



That’s when I felt it. I felt her vaginal walls convulsing and contracting around my cock. This was something that rarely, rarely happened. I almost always had to use my fingers or my tongue to get my wife to cum, but this time I’d done it with my cock. I felt pretty proud of myself.



After cumming a second time, I stood and pulled up my shorts. Nichole was sprawled on the bed, breathing hard and still wearing her bikini top. Her tanned skin looked flush as she reached down and touched her opening.



“I’ve got to finish mowing the lawn,” I said, and without giving her a chance to speak, I went back into the garage and took out the lawnmower. The whole event took maybe twenty minutes, but it was the best twenty minutes I’d had in a long time, maybe ever.



Once the grass was cut and the mower returned, I went back inside. Nichole was sitting at the table, typing away at an email from what I could tell. As soon as I entered, Nichole closed the laptop and attacked me. I was sweaty from mowing the grass, but Nichole didn’t seem to care as she pulled down my shorts and took my cock into her mouth.



My heart roared to life and I knew a blowjob wasn’t going to be enough. I reached down and lifted my wife from the floor onto the kitchen table, and there fucked her again with the same abandon. I’m surprised our pour old table withstood the abuse.



After I came, I slumped back and dropped into one of the wooden chairs. Having already cum twice, I had managed to fuck her for a good long time. Nichole attempted to get off the table but then seemed to give up the effort, dropping back onto its surface and looking up at the ceiling with glazed eyes. From my view, I could see her dripping pussy only a few feet in front of my face.



“Oh my god, Ky.” she said, still breathing hard and trying to catch her breath.



“I love you, Nichole,” was all I said.



“I can tell,” she said, and I could hear her smile.



“Waking up and knowing you were with Marcus today, and then seeing you when you were in his Jeep,” I said, my thoughts a jumbled mess. “I couldn’t stand it anymore. I just needed you.”



“So, you were thinking about me and Marcus again?” Nichole asked.



I nodded, “Yeah, when I woke up this morning, I imagined what it might feel like if you’d slept with him, and I woke up alone in bed.”



“Wow, Ky,” Nichole said, sounding still a little breathless, “You’ve never taken me like this before…” A long silence passed between us, and for several minutes I could only hear my wife’s breathing. Then she asked the question, “Ky… I need to know…” she began to speak, her voice hesitant and halting. “We’ve been dancing around it for over a month… do you want me to sleep with Marcus—I mean do you actually want me to do it?”



It felt like my heart seized in my chest at the question, but somehow I felt flushed and overwhelmed with adrenaline. I felt the weight of that moment like I’d never felt for any moment of time before. If I was to say no, life would soon return to normal, and deep down I knew that was the smarter, safer choice. But even as that option went through my mind, I knew I wasn’t going to pick it. I desperately wanted this.



“Yes,” I said, and instantly felt a searing cold, like I’d jumped naked into a pile of snow. But this cold burned hot in my mind. “I can’t explain it… I wish I didn’t feel it, but the desire is driving me out of my mind.” Nichole was quiet for a long time. “Please say something,” I said, fearing I’d ruined our marriage.



“Ky, I don’t know what to say, this is, well, it’s mental to say the least,” she said, seemingly having as hard a time as I was in finding the right words. “I know we’ve fantasized about it a bit, but to actually do it… do you want to sleep with Rachel?”



I could hear the fear in her question, and it made me wish I’d addressed that point to start with. But I hadn’t actually planned this meeting. “No, that’s not why I brought this up. I mean sure, she’s an attractive woman, and if we weren’t married and I ran into her at a bar. Yeah, I’d hit on her. But she’s not what I want.”



Nichole shifted and moved up to support herself on her elbows, “You really want me to sleep with him? You actually think you could handle the consequences?”



I was going to nod, but I did feel some hesitancy, “I think so, but my emotions are all over the place.”



“I like making you happy, and I know you’ve felt our sex life has been a bit routine at times, but if I did this, I’d worry you wouldn’t look at me the same way. I’d be a slut, an adulterer, an unfaithful wife.”



A shiver ran through me as my wife said the words.



“What was that?” Nichole asked, looking at me over the tops of her breasts. “Did that just turn you on, are you barking?”



“Hey, I can’t help it,” I protested.



“I didn’t know I married such a pervert,” Nichole said, her voice filled with surprise and nervousness.



“I know. Trust me, I’m as surprised by this as you are. The last thing I thought I’d want to experience would be another guy sleeping with my wife,” I said, my heart beating again but adrenaline still coursing through me. “But can you honestly tell me you’ve never thought about it? You wouldn’t like to sleep with Marcus?”



Nichole blinked several times and then broke her gaze from mine, “I didn’t until you started putting the idea in my head. But still, I never would have acted on it.”



“I believe you, but I can tell you like the idea.”



“It was a fantasy, Ky. That’s the only reason I was open to it. I never thought you would actually want me to do it,” Nichole reasoned. A silence hung between us for a moment and then my wife said, “Rachel told me that this kind of thing happens a lot more than people know, she said she thought you might be interested in it.”



“You two really do talk about everything,” I teased, “I was talking to her earlier today, and she basically said she thinks you two will end up sleeping together if things keep going as they are. But, and these are her words, if we don’t want to go in a certain direction, we just need to talk to them.”



Nichole nodded, but didn’t speak.



“You’ve enjoyed spending time with Marcus, I can see that.” I pushed a little more. “Do you want to?”



“Ky,” Nichole said warily, “Talking about this is dangerous.”



“That’s for certain,” I agreed. “Let me just say this and I’ll let it drop. The thought of you being an adulteress, unfaithful, slutty wife does something to me I can’t begin to explain. But it’s exciting and I can’t stop wanting it. I’m giving you the green light. If one of these days it feels right, and it’s something you want to explore, go for it.”



Nichole laid back on the table and laughed, “I’m lying on our kitchen table, leaking cum all over the place, talking to my husband about having sex with our neighbor. How is this my life?” Nichole laughed and shook her head, “Don’t get your hopes up, Ky, but I’m happy you’re telling me what you want—I never want you to stop telling me what’s on your mind, even if it is complete rubbish.”




Chapter 08

As the next two weeks passed, I had more-or-less pushed the conversation about Marcus fucking my wife out of my mind. I still fantasized about it constantly, but I’d said my piece, and I felt I needed to drop it. Nichole was with Marcus almost every morning, and with Rachel every afternoon. And consequently, she looked amazing. The exercise from routinely surfing every morning, and spending the afternoons poolside was turning her into a southern California goddess.



One apparent change that did catch my attention was how much more she talked about Marcus. I think at first she felt a little reluctant to talk about him, fearing what my reaction would be about her spending so much time with him. But that had slowly changed, and I could see that she was quite taken with him.



Working as many hours as I was during the week, I looked forward to the weekends like they were minivacations. Nichole had started a vegetable garden and had taken over most of the yard maintenance, but I liked mowing the lawn. It felt therapeutic. I’d gotten into a routine of cutting the grass before noon so that I could enjoy the neighbor’s pool once Nichole and Marcus were done with their daily surf lesson.



I’d done my normal lie-in, and woke up horny as usual thinking of my wife surfing and spending time with Marcus. The day felt like most Saturday’s had over the last few months, so I quickly did my few chores, changed into some shorts, and jumped into the neighbor’s pool to cool off.



Rachel was there as always, and we had a pleasant conversation. Nichole and Marcus were right on schedule as usual, and it wasn’t long before we were all lounging around the pool and enjoying the cool water. Rachel served several rounds of iced tea that were heavily laden with alcohol. They were extremely good, and I drank way more than I should have. I cooked simple hamburgers on the grill in the evening for everyone and had a few more iced teas.



It was days like this that I needed in order to keep my sanity at work. As the evening wore on, I laid back on one of the lawn chairs that reclines way back. It’s extremely comfortable and it didn’t take long before I started dozing off. Several times I’d woken up and looked around, only to fall back to sleep once I found my wife lying on a towel or swimming under the waterfall. I finally relaxed enough that I fell into a deep sleep.



I’m not sure what woke me up, but some something finally triggered my senses, and I woke up with a start. Looking at my watch I could see that it was almost eleven o’clock at night. The waterfall was still on, as were the pool lights, but I was alone. I sat up quickly and noticed that my heart was racing in my chest. It felt like it was beating two hundred beats a minute. I couldn’t hear anything other than the waterfall, and I didn’t see any signs of strewn clothes or anything else that might be a sign of something going on. Yet, I instinctively knew something had happened, or was going to happen.



I stood up and walked around the neighbor’s yard. The back sliding door was wide open, as were the windows, but all the lights were off inside the house. Before I went into the house, I jogged back to our own house in the slight chance Nichole had simply gone to bed. The house was empty.



Returning to the neighbors, I stepped quietly inside the house and looked around carefully, thinking maybe someone had fallen asleep on the couch. But the first floor was quiet and empty. That’s when I heard a whisper coming from upstairs. I froze in place and strained to hear more, but all I could get were the faintest sounds of whispers. Not that it took more than that to really make my heart pump. The emotions I suddenly felt overwhelmed me, and my legs felt like lead weights. I didn’t know that something was happening, but it seemed my mind didn’t hesitate jumping to conclusions because my adrenaline level was spiking high.



As carefully as I could, I stepped to the bottom of the stairs and listened again. There was certainly something going on up there. I took a step onto the first step and it squeaked loudly. I felt like I was going to pass out my blood pressure felt so high. Not wanting to be caught sneaking up their stairs, I quickly and quietly went outside and sat in one of the white plastic patio chairs. Still, the only sound came from the pool.



The feelings hitting me were too much to take, much less describe, but sitting there in the dark, thinking about my wife being with Marcus made the new emotion I’d been feeling explode. For months the feeling had been taking root, establishing itself little-by-little and taking nourishment from my taboo fantasies. But now it tore through me like it never had before, and I felt a rush like nothing I’d ever felt before. The feeling was deeply lustful and mixed with a heavy dose of angst and fear. I knew I was instantly addicted, and the thought made me shutter.



Minutes ticked by but all remained quiet, so I snuck back into the house and tried the stairs again. This time I skipped the first step and was rewarded with a sounder step on the second tread. I crept as slowly and quietly as I could up the stairs, sure that Rachel or Marcus was going to come out and discover me. But that didn’t happen.



The whispers were louder now that I was on the upper floor, and I was grateful that the floor was carpeted and did a good job of deadening my steps. That’s when I heard something that made my heart stop. I’ve heard the saying, ‘blood running cold’ before, and I’d even experienced it on a handful of occasions. But hearing my wife’s quiet whisper made it feel like liquid nitrogen was running through my veins.



I stopped at the door and desperately tried to control my breathing as I listened.



“…I’ve never done something like this,” Nichole said in an intense whisper. “I can’t stop shaking.”



“I can see that,” laughed Marcus, his voice calm and relaxed. “But you know me. I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”



“I know. You’ve been very sweet about that, thank you… it’s not that I don’t want to. I’m just not sure how Ky will react—I know he thinks he wants this, but will he still… after,” Nichole said, her voice so soft I could barely hear the words. Part of me was screaming yes, do it! But the half of me wanted to enter the room and take my wife home before it was too late. I knew this was a tipping point in our lives. My feet stayed planted.



“You know him better than I do, but from my conversations with your husband, he seems to be very open to this,” Marcus replied. “But ultimately, this comes down to you and what you want.”



I again strained to listen, and I thought I could hear kissing. I looked up and down the hall, briefly wondering where Rachel was through all of this. Did she simply go to bed in one of the other rooms? From what I could hear, it sounded like only Marcus and Nichole were in the master bedroom.



“God you’re beautiful, Nicky,” Marcus’ voice sounded, slightly louder than before. “—No, don’t cover your nipples, I think they’re amazing.”



Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I said over and over in my head as I heard my wife giggle. Next I heard the rustling of material and then my wife’s gasp.



“It’s so big,” Nichole said, sounding short of breath. “And so heavy.”



For several minutes all I could hear was the sound of movement and heavy breathing from inside the dark bedroom. My mind was spinning as I tried to imagine how the scene was playing out. Was he on top, or was she straddling him? Was she sucking his cock, or stroking him while they kissed? It was killing me not knowing, but at the same time it fed my lust like a potent fertilizer. Then I heard my wife’s voice and it felt like an ethereal hand reached into my chest and squeezed my heart.



“Ah,” Nichole gasped, “Slower—It’s so big…”



I can’t describe the power of the feeling that came over me, but it almost drove me to my knees it was so crushing. Those words were the igniter and the lustful feeling that had been growing in me lit aflame. I thought I’d already surpassed my threshold for feeling lust and pain, but I learned in that moment that there were far deeper depths than I’d ever imagined.



“You’re doing amazing,” Marcus’ voice said soothingly, “we’ll go at your pace, Nicky.”



“I’m fine now,” Nichole said after a moment, her voice strained and throaty, “Go ahead.” Again, I heard her voice catch. She then let out a low, guttural moan that I’d never in all our time together. “How much more is there?” Nichole half-laughed, half-grunted.



“A couple more inches,” Marcus answered, his voice still soft and empathetic. “I can’t believe how unbelievably tight you are.”



“I can’t believe Rachel can take all of you so easily,” Nichole’s voice sounded at almost a conversational level now, caution of being overheard apparently forgotten.



“You’ll get there faster than you think.” Marcus sighed and then sucked in a noisy breath.



“God I hope so,” Nichole said, further lighting my lust on fire.



Their talking ceased, and for a time all I could hear was their rapid breathing and the sound of skin grasping skin. But then something changed, and the movements sounded more frantic, quicker.



“I’m alright now, Marcus,” Nichole more breathed than spoke, “go ahead.”



It only took a few seconds for Nichole’s voice to cry out loudly and for the bed to begin to emit the telltale sounds of fucking. It was more than I could take, and yet I couldn’t make myself move.



“Ohhhh,” Nichole moaned in a long wail, “I had no idea it could be this amazing.”



My chest ached as much as my cock did at hearing my lover taken by another man, but the passionate sounds I heard were the exact ones I wanted her to have. This is what I knew she was missing, what I couldn’t give her.



“I’m cumming!” Nichole said and her voice sounded as surprised as it did lustful. Her continuous cry came from her core, sung out as if in song rather than a spoken word.



I couldn’t take anymore. I needed air. I needed to walk around. I turned and descended the stairs, careful to step over the lowest riser. As my foot touched the wood floor of the main house, I heard my wife once more, “…on the pill. Cum inside me.”



I strode quickly out of the house and through the back yard and away. I couldn’t take anymore. Once I got to our back patio, I leaned against the post and concentrated on controlling my breathing. The emotions that continued to run through me were so much more than I was ready for. Nichole was my life, my lover, my future, and I’d just pushed her into the arms of another man. She would have never done it on her own. I had been the spark that ignited my wife’s passions, but Marcus had been the powder that consumed her. I knew without doubt that our lives had just forever changed.



I went inside and up to our room. I went to the window in hopes of seeing into the neighbor’s room, but it was dark, and the window was closed. It was a surreal feeling to look at that window and know that my wife was just on the other side, her legs spread wide and letting another man become one with her.



Laying in our bed, I took out my phone and found watching random YouTube videos helped the time tick by, but I still couldn’t stop myself from checking the clock every few minutes.



It was almost two hours before I heard voices from outside the window. I sat up and went once again to the window that overlooks the neighbor’s house. Movement caught my eye and I quickly found Nichole standing at the gate between our yards. She was wearing her bikini and had a towel wrapped around her waist. Her arms were around Marcus’s neck and they were in the middle of a slow kiss.



Their kiss broke. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but my wife was obviously enjoying the conversation because she giggled ever few seconds. Finally, I saw her plant her hand in the middle of his chest and push away from him. For a moment I thought it was finally over and she was coming back to me. But at the last second Marcus caught her by the wrist and pulled her back to him.



Nichole’s towel suddenly fell to the ground and Marcus picked her up, never breaking their kiss. Nichole wrapped her legs around his torso and in seconds Marcus had managed to push his own shorts to the ground. Nichole’s head shot back as he entered her standing up. I could see her muscles tense as she squeezed herself tightly to him. He fucked her like that for almost a minute before he laid her down on the grass where he continued to thrust into her.



Nichole’s head turned toward the window where I stood, and I watched as she covered her mouth with her hand and tried to stifle her cries. If she was regretful, I saw no sign of it. My heart ached at seeing her legs wrapped tightly around Marcus’ waist, her feet were even locked at the ankles like she had no intention of ever letting him go and something about that specific sight made me cum in my shorts.



I’d been in such shock the whole night that I’d barely touched my cock at all. It had been hard as a rock the entire time. I knew that. But I’d never cum without touching myself in my life, and the feeling took me by surprise. It was a powerful orgasm and I pulsed out more cum in that moment than I probably had in the last several months.



Standing back from the window, I removed my shorts and cleaned myself up. Throwing my shorts in the dirty laundry hamper, I dawned a clean pair of shorts and returned to the bedroom. Nichole entered at that moment, her towel wrapped around her body. Her face and chest were flushed, and she was still breathing heavily.



We looked at each other for a long moment, and I could see the desperation in my wife’s eyes as she sought the assurance that she hadn’t just ruined our marriage. I felt paralyzed.



“Ky,” Nichole’s voice said, biting her lower lip, her voice trembling with anxiety and fear. “Did I just lose you?”

[Lizardtantrum]

[OOAA]

UFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Soooo HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Super exciting chapters!!! Really well written!!! Amazing dialogues!

THANKS!!!

[Open2it]

Outstanding chapters! Really captures the intensity of the entry into this lifestyle!

[JustWantToWatch]

Amazing story!! I cannot wait to read the rest!!

[txrockdog]

I can’t decide whether a well crafted cliffhanger like this is more like a skillfully done edging job...or like a ruined orgasm. You reach that point you have been waiting hours or days for. How is he going to react? Will it be a long conversation? A blazing hot coupling where she comes as he enters and he blows his load in seconds? Or will he dive in face first for a creampie? Or is he full of angst and they both end up in tears? Instead, you get...wait until next time!

Masterfully done Ky, we are on the “edge” of our seats. Please don’t make us wait too long!

[Mad Dog65]

Unbelievable. Echoing Open2it - it totally captures the intense emotions of entering into this lifestyle.

[Ky_Da]

Hey all, thanks for the comments. It’s amazing how a few comments help motivate to keep one writing. When there aren’t any comments, it feels like no one’s enjoying it.


Chapter 9

I heard the question, but my mind seemed incapable of processing after what I’d just witnessed and felt. The experience had twisted me inside out and I felt raw and exposed. In my second of hesitation, I saw a thousand emotions pass over my wife’s face, and each took a bit of my soul.



“No,” I finally made myself say. I strode across the room and wrapped my delicate looking wife into my arms. I hugged her tightly and we didn’t speak for a long moment. I could feel her body trembling against mine, and I realized that, while her emotions wouldn’t have paired with my own, she would have experienced her own emotional roller coaster tonight.



Releasing her, we stepped back from one another and I suddenly felt awkward, like this was a first date experience all over again. Rachel’s words came back to me that it was these awkward moments when we needed to communicate the most.



“So, we should talk,” I said, gesturing toward the bed.



Nichole nodded shakily, “I need to have a shower first.”



“Sure,” I replied quickly and stepped to the side. Nichole bit her lower lip and avoided my gaze as she walked past me and entered the bathroom.



I heard the shower run and was about to go sit on the bed when I had a feeling that something wasn’t right. I felt a distance between me and Nichole that I’d never felt before, and waiting even another minute felt like a mistake.



Removing my shorts, I stepped into the bathroom and up to the shower door. One nice feature in our new home is that it has a very large shower in the master bathroom. It fits two people easily with room to spare. Nichole had just stepped under the warm spray when she noticed me.



“Ky,” she said, turning to the side and holding her hand in front of her pussy. “I’m… dirty.”



She was embarrassed and felt a need to be clean before she faced me. I could understand that, but I wasn’t about to let another minute pass between us.



“I know,” I said calmly. “It’s fine.” And to prove my point, I stood under the water and again embraced her.



Once we were both wet, I took the soap in my hands and washed her body, starting with her neck and slowly moving down. I sat on the tiled bench so that my eyes were level with her navel and continued to clean. Reaching her legs, I ran my hand between her thighs and washed, moving up until my hand touched her lower lips. She flinched as I touched her.



“Gently,” she said, putting her hand on mine, the finger on her ring showed prominently on her finger.



At first she stood ridged, as if a stranger were touching her. But after several minutes, I could feel her relax. I felt a wave of relief when she reached out and ran her fingers into my hair. Finally, I bent over and washed her claves and her feet. Sitting up, I felt a bit proud of myself for thinking to do this, and I thought I’d done a good job, but the expression on my wife’s face confused me.



“What is it?”



“I have to wash here again,” she said shyly, gesturing hesitantly between her thighs where I’d just washed. “It’s still coming out.” Nichole burned red from embarrassment.



“Oh.” I lathered up my hands again and washed again. I couldn’t feel any difference, but it wasn’t lost on me that I was washing away another man’s cum from my wife’s vagina. In fact, I had to do it several more times before she finally gave me the nod that I’d finished.



“Ky,” her voice hardly more than a whisper. “Thank you for not being angry right now. Are you alright, though?



I inhaled a deep breath and blew it out of pressed lips, “I’ll be alright. It was a lot to take in, and you were right, I wasn’t prepared for it, but I’ll be alright.”



“I’m sorry—truly,” her thumb stroked against my forehead. “I hadn’t planned on doing that, and I can’t believe that I let it happen… I never thought I’d be an adulterous wife.”



“You’re not,” I said, trying to convey nothing but sincerity. The truth was that hearing her call herself and adulterous wife made my cock stir. “If anyone’s to blame here, it’s me. I’m the one that pushed you.”



She made a half-hearted snort, but her features remained stoic. I could see her fighting an internal battle right in front of me, trying to weigh out her morals with what she’d just experienced. Or at least that’s what I thought was going through her mind because it was sure as hell going through mine.



“You might have planted a seed, but tonight I was the one who let Marcus take me upstairs.”



“…At least it seemed like you enjoyed it,” I said hesitantly, wondering if I was on safe ground. “Do you regret doing it?” When she didn’t immediately speak, a thought occurred to me. “Listen, no matter what you tell me, I’m not going anywhere. We’re in this together no matter what… but I need you to be complete open with me. Don’t try to sugarcoat anything, okay?”



Nichole held my gaze for a long moment and then nodded. In the moment she did, I saw her expression change and she inhaled a deep, cleansing breath. She no longer looked like she was carrying the weight of the world around her neck.



Nichole’s gaze reassured me that we were going to be okay. She then explained, “I used to be very judgmental to people who, when caught having an affair, would say something like, it just happened, or I just couldn’t help myself… but after tonight, I understand how it can ‘just happen’.”



“What do you mean?”



“These last months, I’ve enjoyed my time with Marcus. I’ve loved learning to surf and having someone to talk to about photography—and I confess I find him attractive. But even when you and I were messing about and fantasizing about it, in my own mind I was resolved that I was never going to let it go that far.” Nichole paused and adjusted the tap, increasing the hot water. “But then Rachel went to bed, and you were asleep… and it was only Marcus and me.”



Nichole stopped speaking and I could feel her form squirm uncomfortably next to me.



“Please tell me everything, I want to know,” I said, prompting her.



“We were chatting in the shallow end of the pool and our legs were close together. And… and there was something about being so close to him that made everything so intense. It started out as simple touches, but then he kissed me—and I felt this incredible rush of excitement because you were so close and could have caught us at any second. But I knew you were hoping it would happen, so I justified it. I told myself I would stop it at kissing. I wasn’t going to let it go beyond kissing.”



“I woke up a few times, but I never saw you kissing him.”



Nichole shook her head, “You were snoring by then. At that point I was fairly certain you weren’t going to wake up. That’s when he started touching by breasts, and the way he pinched and rolled my nipples—god he was driving me over the edge. I’ve never felt that kind of intensity before. I couldn’t think about anything else. Even when he started slipping his fingers into me, I couldn’t think. I didn’t want to think—I only wanted to feel.”



“Is that when he took you upstairs?”



“Yes,” Nichole admitted, and her voice trembled, “…but at that point, I wanted him to. I didn’t know it was possible to feel that much, need.”



“When I snuck upstairs, you hadn’t started having sex yet, so I must have woken up just after he took you upstairs.”



Nichol’s eyes widened and her brow rose, “You were upstairs? Did you see us?”



“When I woke up there wasn’t anybody around, so I walked around the house and then went inside,” I began to explain. “That’s when I heard whispering, so I went up to the door. It was dark and the door was only open a few inches, so I didn’t see anything. I only listened.”



“Oh my god I can’t believe you were there. What you must have heard…” Nichole covered her mouth with her fingers.



“I’m not going to lie, it was pretty intense,” I confessed. “I don’t know if I can explain it. I loved it and hated it at the same time.”



“Oh Ky,” Nichole’s fingers pressed tightly to her lips for a moment, “The things I said… you must’ve felt gutted.”



I snorted but pulled her closer to me, guiding her to sit on my lap. “I loved hearing the pleasure and the passion from you. I was thrilled about that. I loved that you let yourself go and simply enjoyed it. I’m ecstatic about that. Hearing how hard he made you orgasm was both incredible and painful at the same time. It’s hard knowing he could make you feel that, and I can’t.”



“Ky, that’s not true, you’ve made me—”



“—No, I haven’t.” I cut her off. “But it’s okay. It’s hard to describe, but even the painful part of what I was feeling was still a turn on for me. It’s like the more intense it got, the harder I got.”



“Really?” Nichole said in surprise.



I gave a short laugh, “Yeah, it’s the weirdest thing. Hearing you in the bedroom, and then seeing him take you outside in the yard. It’s this pain and pleasure feeling—it’s fucking intense… and addicting.”



“Addicting?” she asked in surprise. “You mean there’s part of you that wants to experience it again?”



I sighed and then kissed her temple, “Yeah I guess there is.”



Nichole wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and I could see the extreme fatigue in her features. “Can we go to bed and talk more about it in the morning?”



I nodded and we went through the nightly routine to go to sleep. Dawn was only hours away, but at least it was a Sunday and we’d be able to sleep in. I laid down and Nichole curled into my side as I wrapped an arm around her. I was feeling protective and needed her close. Nichole ran her hand over my chest, down my stomach, and over my crotch.



“Oh,” her voice caught with surprise. “Someone’s still awake,” she said, feeling my erection.



“Yeah, I guess I’m still pretty amped up about it.”



“I don’t think I’m up for sex right now, but do you want me to…” she stroked her hand up my shaft over my shorts.



“I wouldn’t stop you,” I said smiling up at the ceiling. Nichole snickered and slipped her hand under my shorts. “Is he that much bigger than me?”



“Ky, no,” she said a little too quickly.



“Nichole be honest. You agreed.”



After a long pause in which she slowly ran her fingers over my cock, she finally said, “A bit.”



“I really did enjoy listening to you. It sounded like you were on cloud nine.”



“… I didn’t know I could feel like that,” she finally admitted. She then doubled her effort, and it didn’t take me long to ejaculate.



“Bloody hell, Ky,” Nichole gasped, her hand still under my shorts after I’d cum. “How much did you cum? My hand is covered. You really were excited tonight.”



I didn’t reply. I simply closed my eyes and exhaled a deep breath. Nichole got out of bed, and I felt a little bad for keeping her up a little longer. I knew she was tired. I changed my shorts again and a few minutes later we were curled back up in bed. Nichole was asleep withing seconds, but I laid there until the sun began to lighten the horizon, thinking of what had just happened and what future it might bring. Marcus’ words came to my mind, ‘we only have control over the choices, never the consequences.”



Chapter 10
I was surprised to wake up and find the sun so high in the sky. Looking to my nightstand, I didn’t see my phone in its usual place. I must have dropped it in the closet or the bathroom, I thought. I could see Nichole beginning to stir, so I went to reach over her and pick up her phone.



“Ky, give me a minute,” Nichole protested, her voice rough from sleep. She was probably thinking I was looking for sex I realized.



“I’m just trying to reach your phone. I want to see what time it is.”



Nichole turned and began to reach for the phone, and I heard an audible groan as she did. Without looking at the phone, she tossed it to me as she got out of bed and scuffled to the bathroom.



The phone showed that it was almost noon. That shocked me because even when I’ve been dead tired in the past, I’d never slept in this late. I heard the toilet flush and the sink run, so I looked toward the bathroom as Nichole came back into the room. Her hair was completely mussed, and her eyes were still only half open, but what caught my attention was the way she was walking. It reminded me of how she was moving at the beginning of our honeymoon. We’d had sex countless times that first night, and it had taken her a day or two to feel back to normal. I felt my dick begin to hard at the thought that she was sore from taking a larger cock than mine. How long would it take before she was completely used to it?



Nichole flopped onto the bed and sighed heavily, “I had the most erotic dreams last night,” she said, looking up at the ceiling fan as the blades rotated slowly above us.



“Hate to break it to you, but that wasn’t a dream,” I said, making sure my voice was light and teasing.



She was quiet for a moment and then said, “No, after, after we went to sleep. I had the weirdest dreams of my life. They were brilliant and pleasurable one minute and then terrifying and soul wrenching the next.”



“That sounds about how last night went for me,” I said, thinking the description accurately described my night. I leaned over and gave my wife a light kiss on the lips. “Good morning beautiful.”



Nichole winced but held my gaze, “You still feel that way, even after?”



I nodded and pressed my lips again to hers. The kiss intensified and I almost came apart as I felt my wife’s soft, full lips against mine. Feeling her probing tongue made me feel a modicum of peace. I broke the kiss and moved to her neck, then her shoulders, down her breasts, and finally down to her pussy.



My wife’s hand’s gripped the sides of my head as I descended, forcing me to pause my progress, “Are you sure, you don’t have to?”



“Let me show you how sure I am,” I said, and over the next half hour, took my time and tried to remind my wife that I was still her husband. I knew I wasn’t going to compete in the large cock event, but I had to show her how much I still loved her.



Our lovemaking was slow and gentle. As tempted as I was, I pushed all thoughts and talk of Marcus away and only allowed myself to focus on love for my wife. It was an intense and beautiful experience and it felt like an emotional balm.



It was late in the afternoon when I heard a knock at the back door. It surprised me to see Marcus there. What surprised me more was that I didn’t feel any animosity toward him. I stood from the table and slid open the large glass door. My wife remained at the table, sitting in her chair with her legs pulled up tightly to her chest. I think she was working her way through her second pot of tea, which is a lot, even for her.



“Hey, you two,” Marcus greeted, staying outside the door’s threshold. As usual, he wore a faded pair of board shorts and flip flops. “I wanted to make sure you two were alright, see if you needed to talk or anything.”



I looked to my wife but didn’t see any obvious body language indicating things one way or another. I then turned back to Marcus. “We’re good—just taking things slowly right now.”



“Completely understandable,” Marcus said, and I could easily see the concern on his face. “I don’t want to impose, just to tell you we’re here if you need anything.”



“Thanks,” I nodded, “we’ll let you know.” It came out a little harsh, but Marcus didn’t seem to mind.



He turned to leave but at the last second said, “Nicky’s surfboard’s tied to the Jeep, if she ever feels like going again. I don’t want to come off pushy, just saying there’s always an open invite.”



I nodded once again but didn’t say anything as I closed the door. With a wave, he turned and casually walked back to his house.



Sitting at the table, I looked up to my wife, “Do you want to go tomorrow?”



Nichole put down her tea and turned off the tablet she was balancing on her knees. “Ky, I probably shouldn’t—”



“—But you want to,” I said, holding her gaze to see how she’d answer me.



“Well yes, but it’s probably best if I stop going, or at least find some new friends to go with.”



“You should go,” I told her, knowing that in her heart, she really wanted to keep surfing in the morning.



Nichole bit her lip for a long moment, “It’s been a lovely day today, but we haven’t really discussed last night… do you want, that, to happen again?”



I smirked, “We’re only talking surfing here.”



Nichole rolled her eyes, “Be serious. You and I both know that if I continue to go surfing with him, eventually last night would happen again. Are you saying you want that?”



“Do you?”



“Ky, you can’t put it all on me. It broke my heart to see the hurt on your face last night—and don’t deny it, I saw it there.”



I shook my head, “I’m not denying it, but that was just one emotion.”



“So, what are you thinking, do it once more, twice?” Nichole asked, not giving me any hints as to what she wanted. “because you realize this is more-or-less how Rachel and Marcus started. It will be easier to stop now than it will be in a few days from now, or a few weeks…”



I thought about it for a long moment. Her point was a valid one. What did I want? “I take your meaning,” I said, trying to think what I wanted. “But I don’t think I’m at a point where I can put this out of my head. I guess I feel like it needs to run its course some more, or I’ll always regret that we didn’t get a little crazy back in the early days of our marriage—you know, someday down the road when we have like six kids and boring, normal lives.”



Nichole laughed, “Six kids?” You better find a better paying job. English boarding schools are expensive these days.”



“We’re not sending our kids to board school,” I said emphatically.



“Probably not the boys, but It’s a good environment for girls to learn in, so we’ll probably send our daughters—but don’t worry, their grandparents would be close by if they needed anything.”



I shook my head, “This isn’t something we need to argue about right now,” I said, but the thought of having kids with this woman made my heart burn with a wholesome and peaceful feeling. “For my part, I think you should keep surfing. I know you’re loving that, and if that’s all it is, great.” I said as sincerely as I could. “And if it escalates and there’s a repeat of last night, even better. I just want you to tell me about it later.”



Nichole appeared pensive for a time. “You’re completely mental, I hope you know that.” She looked at me and I shrugged. “I’ll think about it…”



Chapter 11
Ky always left early in the morning for work, and since I’d started consistently surfing in the mornings, we’d fallen into the routine of waking up and eating breakfast together. We’d had such a lovely Sunday together that I was feeling like I was reconciled again with my husband , and that I’d regained control of myself. I’d successfully kept all thoughts of Marcus out of my mind and focused only on my husband.



When Monday morning came, I think I surprised my husband when I got up and began to prepare to go to the beach with Marcus, but I told him it was only going to be about surfing. I liked the sport, I was getting better at it, and I didn’t want to give it up because of one night that went a bit wobbly. I put on my bikini, and because it was a cool morning outside, I put on a loose pair of jogging trousers and an old jumper.



I had seen Ky off to work and grabbed my small knapsack that I carried to the beach, when I heard a knock on the front door. At first I thought maybe it was Ky and that he’d locked himself out of the house or something, and I was fairly certain it wouldn’t be Marcus because I always walked over there when it was time to go. But when I opened the door, there stood Marcus, wearing a pair of black boardshorts and a dark grey hoodie.



“Hi,” he said, and gave me an innocent smile.



“Hey,” I said back, feeling myself smile back. I felt butterflies in my stomach at the sight of him, memories of Saturday night forever seared into my memory.



Before I could speak again, Marcus suddenly stepped inside the house. Without speaking, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in tight. I could see the fire and the hunger in his eyes as his lips landed on mine, demanding and warm.



“Marcus,” I gasped, trying to pull away. “We shouldn’t—” but his lips found mine again, and I lost myself in his kiss. I felt his short beard hard against my cheeks.



In a quick motion, he pushed my trousers down along with my bikini bottom down to my feet. He then pushed me up against the wall, stepping on my clothes so that my lower body was nude and open to him. He then spread my legs and moved to stand between them. Next he pulled down his shorts just enough to free his cock.



“Marcus, I’m not sure we should,” I began, but Marcus quickly had the tip of his already hard cock at my entrance. “Ahhh!” I cried out as he thrust inside and filled me. “So big,” I muttered as Marcus paused for a moment to allow me to adjust to him.



“Someday you’ll be so used to me, it’ll feel like it belongs there,’ Marcus said, pulling out slowly and thrusting in again. He pulled my legs up to straddle his waist, and then he fucked me against the wall, only feet away from the door.



I knew I was crying out and making the most lude noises, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. It didn’t take long for the muscles in my thighs to start to burn. I gripped him harder around the shoulders, trying to hold on as this man took me. We were only supposed to go surfing, I thought to myself as my arousal became unquenchable. There could be no doubt now. I was a cheater, I was an unfaithful slut. As I thought that, I was surprised that the previous feelings of shame and embarrassment didn’t come. Instead, I felt a deep thrill, and I loved it.



My eye caught the framed portrait of me and Ky hanging on the wall near the entry way. I held on to my lover as his thrusts became more powerful. I stared at my wedding picture, my white dress and Ky’s new suit as my pussy began to convulse around Marcus’ thick member. My legs quivered from the exertion and my orgasm was wonderfully intense. I was cumming hard while gazing at our wedding photos, and I knew I should feel penitent about it, but the pure physicality of my adulteress act refused to let me feel anything but lustful intoxication.



I had promised myself that I was going to think about a repeat performance with Marcus, that I wasn’t going to rush into it. I promised myself I would think about my husband, but less than thirty minutes had passed since he’d left for work, and here I was being unfaithful to him once again. Marcus finally came and I exhaled and clung on with the last of my strength. I wasn’t the one lifting the bulk of our weight, but my arms and legs were quivering and near collapse.



Suddenly, Marcus reached down and lifted me off my feet, carrying me like a bride across the threshold. Our lips met, and we kissed with a passion that was overwhelming. I couldn’t get enough of him, and from the wonderful burning feeling I had between my legs, I knew he felt the same need. Our clothes came off piece by piece, marking a trail from the front door to the bedroom.



He carried me into my bedroom, and adroitly kicked the door closed with his heel. And just like that, the last of the levee that was holding back my hedonistic desires broke. As Marcus carried me into my bedroom, the one I’d only ever shared with my husband, I had a fleeting thought that being in the bedroom was highly inappropriate, but that thought evaporated as the heat in my body grew, reaching heights I didn’t know were possible.



Setting me down on my back, Marcus moved between my legs and brought me to a powerful orgasm with his tongue. The man had just cum in me, but that didn’t seem to matter to him I the least. My husband’s technique and abilities when it came to oral sex had greatly improved over the last several months, but Marcus could have put on a masterclass.



Giving me a moment to catch my breath, Marcus laid by my side. I leaned over and stroked his already hardening cock.



“You’re going to make me cum again if you keep doing that,” Marcus said, his eyes heavily lidded.



“I can’t help myself. I love how it feels in my hands,” I said, loving how free I felt to examine his thick member. I always felt my husband was a little self-conscious about his size, and he didn’t enjoy me focusing on his cock. Marcus simply laid back and was happy to let me examine him as long as I wanted.



“Trust me, I’m not minding at all,” Marcus said, his eyes now fully closed.



“I can’t believe how much sperm is already coming out,” I said, seeing how the precum looked to be oozing down and lubricating his shaft.



“Nicky,” Marcus almost grunted, obviously trying to restrain himself. “I’m not going to last much longer.”



But I was captivated. I put my tongue to his tip and tasted the precum. It wasn’t as strong as I was expecting. I had just looked up when I felt Marcus’ cock twitch hard in my hand and a long, thick rope of cum exploded out. The first blast hit my cheek, and the second lurched into my hair. More still landed on my breasts and shoulder.



“Oh my god, Marcus. I can’t believe how much you came,” I said a little breathlessly. I was covered in his warm, sticky cum.



“I’ve been thinking about you since you left the house the other night,” Marcus said, turning onto his back, his cock now about half mast and flopping to the side.



“I’m a mess,” I said as I scooted off the bed and went to the bathroom to get a towel. When I came back into the room, Marcus was still lying on the bed. He nodded his head to the empty space next to him. “Shouldn’t we get to the beach while the swell’s still good?” I asked.



“Soon, but first I desperately need to fuck you again.”



I stood by the bed and put my hands on my naked hips, “You’re always so crass Mr. Scott.”



Marcus gave a deep laugh, “Maybe,” he said with a shrug, “but I think deep down you like letting your inner-slut out. You like having me fuck that little cunt of yours.”



Nichole couldn’t deny that was true. She should be horrified. She should tell the man to get stuffed and get out of her bedroom. But she knew she was going to none of those things.



Marcus motioned for her to come back to the bed, “Get me hard again so I can fuck you senseless. This won’t be a quicky.”



Nichole felt dizzy as she looked down to the man on her bed. Marcus lay in the middle, his cock hanging limply but still impressively to the side. This was the bed that she and her husband had bought when they first got married, and now another man was lying on it. But the burning arousal between her thighs propelled her forward and she went to Marcus’ cock like a child to a candy treat.



She leaned down and lifted Marcus’ cock again into her hands, only this time she took it into her mouth. With it being soft, she liked how much more she could fit into her mouth, but it didn’t take long before it started to swell and became more than she could handle.



After a time, Marcus pulled her down onto the bed, spread her legs, and positioned himself between her thighs. “You look amazing, Nicky.” Marcus’ said appraisingly. He placed the tip of his cock at her entrance and entered her a few inches and then paused. “You understand you’ve already gone past the point of no return, right?”



She felt Marcus push in slightly more but the paused, she felt a stab of disappointment and wanted to feel that full feeling again. “I kind of understood that after Saturday night,” I said, not fully sure what Marcus meant.



“I don’t mean that moment exactly,” Marcus said, still holding his cock about halfway into her opening. “You’ve crossed the threshold already, going back to a monogamous relationship with your husband isn’t ever going to happen.”



Nichole wanted to roll her eyes and throw a cheeky comment back at him, but she felt her hips trying to shift towards him, trying to entice him to enter her more fully. “That’s not true. I could stop this now and simply end it, yeah.”



“Some could maybe, but not you, Nicky,” Marcus said, thrusting forward a little more, “Trust me, I’ve had a lot of experience in this kind of thing. You learned what real pleasure was last weekend, and I can see it in your eyes, your husband’s small dick isn’t going to do it for you anymore.”



“Don’t be cruel,” Nichole warned. “I still love him.’



Marcus nodded and smiled, “I’m not being cruel, and I won’t be in the future when I’m fucking you several times a day. I’m just stating fact,” Marcus pressed forward until he buried himself to the root. He paused again and waited for Nichole to adjust and for her breathing to calm. “I have no desire to come between you and Ky. I honestly want you two to have a long and loving relationship. But I intend to keep giving you orgasms for a long time into the future.”



“This can’t keep going on,” I said, feeling Marcus’ cock slowly thrust in and out, firing off the most sensitive nerves in my body. I’d never had a conversation while having sex like this, but Marcus kept the pace so slow and himself so relaxed. “I’m a married woman.”



“It will go on,” Marcus corrected. “You’re already too far gone to stop it, you’re just deluding yourself now by thinking you’ll end it with me, but you’ll stop doing that soon. Besides, if it wasn’t me, you would find someone else. Ky won’t be enough for you.”



“Don’t be such a prat, that’s not true—oh god, yes, right there,” I gasped as he found a position that touched as of yet an undiscovered nerve inside me.



“Ky’s a good man, and I know he’ll always be there for you, but you’re always going to have several lovers on the side. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you’ll be truly happy.”

[OOAA]

Super HOT chapter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks!!!!

[Open2it]

Each chapter is hotter than the previous one. You are a gifted writer! It’s amazing how well you capture the emotional aspect of this lifestyle.

[Jacko]

Ky, thanks for these latest chapters!

I was hoping that when Nichole made her way to the bedroom, Ky would "demand" she came to bed unwashed. But, I like how you handled it, I'm glad it wasn't a wash of shame while Ky waited.

I was pondering a conversation about the how, why, what. I know some of the detail has been covered, Rachel went to bed, Marcus and Nichole left alone, etc. I would like for Ky and Nichole to have more conversation about how it felt for her, what made her acquiesce at the garden gate and fuck again on the grass .. those kind of things that drove her to "give in" to her desires.

Lastly, I hope Ky doesn't become a belittled cuck, relegated to a figure of pity due to his sexual inability and small dick.

Thanks, always for the great writing!

[Fred_Garvin]

This is a fantastic story. Thank you for the effort.

Does your lovely wife help with the writing? She can bring unique insights and perspectives.

[R_H_NC]

Anyone else view Marcus's behavior as predatory?

[OOAA]

Anyone else view Marcus's behavior as predatory?

Some hints have arised.....

[OZCPL]

Thanks Ky great story cant wait for Ch 10

[couple20uk]

Read this yesterday and I wanted to stop by and Thank you.

Its a good read with nice progression and story pacing. I also like the fact that you taken the time to give your characters some depth to them.
Very much looking forward to seeing where you take this story.

[twin12set]

This is a great story. Thanks and keep it going.

[OOAA]

Thanks Ky great story cant wait for Ch 10

The same here

[Toolkeeper]

Finally, a smoking hot thread to follow with baited breath. Keep the chapters coming !!

[Ky_Da]

Chapter 12

I couldn’t help but look at the neighbor’s house as I left for work that Monday morning. As usual, Marcus was tying the surfboards to the top of his jeep, and like he’d said, Nichole’s board was there, ready to be used. To be honest, a part of me hoped that she would stay home—it was the same part that wanted her to remain faithful to me and not be with Marcus again. Unfortunately, that part of me seemed to be diminishing, making room for the larger part of me that was hoping she would continue surfing with Marcus, knowing exactly what it would lead to.



Sunday had been a great day, but I still had so many questions and wanted to know so many more details. I don’t know whether it was on purpose or not, but my wife seemed to enjoy teasing out each detail. Each little new bit of information was like fuel to my new and growing desires, rewiring my brain to craving wanting my wife to fuck our neighbor. It was quickly becoming an obsession, and the thing was, I knew it was becoming an obsession, and yet, I didn’t care. It’s a weird experience to know you’re doing something that probably isn’t the greatest idea, and do it anyways.



At work, I have numerous meetings to attend, and one of these meetings is an all-hands staff meeting to report on the progress of our individual projects. Since I’m still an entry-level engineer, I’m basically there to listen and learn. Occasionally I’ll have to give a minor report, but usually the staff meetings are kept fairly high-level. I was sitting in the back corner as usual when I received a text. Pulling out my phone, I could see that my wife sent me a message.



It read, ‘Ky, I didn’t go surfing the morning, but I’m thinking about getting up to something naughty right now.’



I quickly typed back, ‘I fully support any naughtiness you want to get up to, I just want pictures.



Nichole – ‘If you’re sure?’



Ky – ‘Very sure, I’m good. Do it.’



About twenty minutes went by before I received another text. I held up my phone to keep anyone else from seeing something they shouldn’t and opened the screen. The image was of my wife’s full lips wrapped around the head of a well-endowed cock. She was standing in the neighbor’s pool near the edge where Marcus was sitting with his legs spread. Nichole’s hair was pulled to the side so that I could fully see her face. Marcus’ head was outside of the picture, and I suddenly realized that this wasn’t taken like a selfie. The angle of the picture was such that it had to have been taken by someone else. Which more than likely meant that Rachel had been the one to take the picture.



One of Nichole’s hands was wrapped around the cock’s shaft, her delicate fingers not able to touch at their tips. Her other hand rested on Marcus’ thigh. My eyes focused like a laser on her ring finger, where I could see the gold band distinctly. We couldn’t afford anything expensive, so we had settled on a simple gold band. I had been saving a little money each month and had planned on upgrading it at some point in the future. Seeing the simple ring on her finger as she held another man’s cock had an instant effect on me.



One moment I was calm and collected, the next I felt like a raging bull. I felt sexual hunger like I’d never felt before. The power of it was incredible, and in that moment, it was all I could do to stay in that chair and not go running home. I lifted my head from the image and inhaled a deep breath through my nose. I should have waited until after the meeting to have looked at the picture. I went to thumb the button that would turn off the screen, but in my rattled state, I fumbled the phone and it landed on the floor with a loud ‘whack’.



It was like it was happening in slow motion, I thought, watching the phone fall to the floor. Even before it landed, I knew it was going to land on its back, leaving the screen up and visible. And that’s exactly what happened. The phone landed perfectly on the cases back, and the noise it created was loud enough that the people in the room turned to see what had made the noise. I immediately dropped down and grabbed the phone and shoved it into my shirt pocket, turning the screen to my chest even though I knew I’d turned it off this time.



The image had only been visible for a couple of seconds, but it felt like it was an eternity. Most of the people in the room were sitting in front of me, so they weren’t my concern. But my buddy Ken sitting next to me was in an easy position to see. Once I had my phone in my pocket, and after mumbling an apology to everyone staring at me, I sat back into my chair and tried to take a few calming breaths.



“Nice pool,” Ken smirked, giving me a knowing look and a waggle with his brow.



Fuck, he had seen the picture. And he’d met my wife before, so it was likely he recognized her. But at least he wouldn’t have seen that it wasn’t me receiving the blow job. I didn’t reply but his laugh made it certain he wasn’t complimenting the pool. After a moment, I removed the phone from my pocket and, holding it to my side, sent another text. The last thing I needed was for her to send that to me and for me not to respond. To her, it would have meant that I couldn’t handle the picture and that I’d gone and crawled into some hole. No, I needed her to know I was alright with this.



I text, ‘Most erotic picture ever. Going to jack off in the bathroom later to it. In meet now, can’t text more.’



When the meeting finally ended, and my boss gave me an earful about being more careful not to be disruptive, I went to my desk and looked at the image. I still had to be careful because I work in a cubicle with walls that only go slightly higher than the surrounding desks. It’s all part of some new concept to create more open and collaborative workspaces, but it sucks, and gives little privacy.



Each time I stole a glance at the image, I felt my cock stiffen and my chest constrict. Nichole looked like she was blissfully lost in what she was doing. I doubt she was even aware the picture was being taken then, she looked to be putting all her focus on her task. Nichole’s always been very liberal in giving me blowjobs. I know she likes it when I go down on her, so she’s usually very good to repay the deed. But when she sucks my cock, she’s easily able to take me down to the root and press her lips against by body. But Marcus’ cock was large enough that she could only take maybe half into her mouth. She would have to deep throat him to get anymore, and that was something she’d never needed to do before.



What stirred my emotions even more was how much my wife seemed to be enjoying it. She looked like she was about ready to orgasm, and she was the one doing the work. I’d never seen her look like that with me. After staring at my computer screen for about 20 minutes and not getting any work done, I decided to rub one out in the bathroom. Luckily I was so amped up that it didn’t take me long to cum—nothing like jacking off in a bathroom stall while another guy’s dropping a deuce right next to you. It’s fucking shameful is what it is, but I needed to take off the edge somehow or I’d never be able to concentrate. I made three trips to the bathroom before the end of the day from looking at that picture.



When I got finally got home my wife was a melting pot of emotions, and I could tell she was struggling with the morality of it all, as well as uncertainty on how I was going to react. She had an amazing dinner prepared, she was dressed beautifully in a white blouse and black pencil skirt, and she’d taken time to do her makeup. I could tell my wife wanted to look good for me and damn, she did. We didn’t speak much until dinner was on the table and we were both seated.



“Nichole,” I said after about fifteen minutes. She hadn’t eaten much, only poked around the edges of her plate, “I can tell you have a dozen things going on in your head… talk to me. What’re you thinking?”



“Did I go too far with the picture?” She asked, looking very much like she did the first night, worried and torn that she’d done something to damage our marriage.



“Nichole, the only bad thing about that picture is it made me have to go to bathroom to relieve myself. I couldn’t concentrate for a while,” I admitted.



“You mean you went to the loo and had a wank?” my wife asked me, her brow raised in surprise.



“Three actually,” I added. “I’m never going to delete that picture.”



Nichole gave me a hard look for a long moment, like she was trying to tell if I was being completely truthful or not. “Ky… it’s just that I can’t understand why you’re not angry with me. I mean, I know we’ve talked about it, and I know what you’ve said… I can see that it turns you on. It’s just hard to completely accept, yeah. Part of me keeps thinking you’re going to suddenly come to your senses and then you’ll look at me differently.”



I took a moment to think about what she said, and I had to admit, I would’ve probably felt the same way. “Nichole, you don’t need to worry about me looking at you differently. That’s not going to happen. The truth is that I can’t explain why I’ve had the feelings I’ve had. It’s a totally new discovery to me, too. All I know is that I want to keep exploring it. I want you to keep being naughty… actually, I worry that you’ll suddenly come to your senses and get mad at me for pushing you into it?”



Nichole looked like she was about to speak, but then at the last second changed her mind.



“Come on babe. Tell me what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling—and don’t spare the details. For fuck’s stake, please don’t spare the details.”



Nichole took an anxious breath, “I’m a bit horrified to be honest,” she began, “at how easily I let this all happen. I’ve really learned something about myself.”



“And that is?” I prompted.



“That I’m not nearly the moral person I thought I was… that’s taken me a bit to come to grips with. I never in my life thought I would sleep with another man once I was married. But once I let it happen…”



“You want to keep, letting it happen?” I asked hopefully.



Nichole nodded and kept her eyes focused on her plate.



“Listen, Nichole,” I said, and waited for her to look at me. “I kind of want you to keep doing it too—at least for a time. Like I said, I feel like I need to let myself experience it for a little while, or I’ll never get it out of my system.” I set my fork down and tried to collect my thoughts. “I know this sounds really weird… but I like the idea of having a promiscuous wife.”



Nichole arched a single brow at me, “Promiscuous?”



“Yes, uninhibited, unbridled, free to explore—”



“—I know what promiscuous means,” Nichole said, rolling her eyes. “You’re making it sound like you want a slut for a wife.” I groaned and had to adjust my pants for my growing boner. Nichole noticed this and said, “You’re blooding joking!”



“Look, I can’t help it,” I said in exasperation. “It’s like you at the side gate Saturday night, when Marcus fucked you by the fence. It looked like you simply couldn’t resist.”



“Ky, that was different,” Nichole protested.



“How?”



“It… I wasn’t—it just was, different.”



“Yeah, that’s a pretty solid argument you make there, Nichole,” I teased.



Nichole blew out an exasperated breath, “I was just weak that night—I don’t know what’s been happening to me, but it’s like I can’t think straight when Marcus is around. I really need to get myself sorted—find some self-discipline again. And I’m not the only one.” My wife looked up at me and rolled her eyes, “Promiscuous wife…”



“Promiscuous, slutty, wanton,” I said, finding the words that had been giving me a charge for the last months, “unfaithful, adulteress, loving wife.”



Nichole studied me closely for a long moment, “You know, I’m actually starting to believe you,” she said, keeping her gaze focused on me. “If I do this, it’s only for a short time—maybe a fortnight. It would have to end before I start working for Global Medical.”



I nodded emphatically, “That sounds perfect,” I admitted quickly. “I can handle anything for that long—I just need pictures, and maybe a video.”



Nichole nodded, and then, biting her lower lip, said, “Rachel said I should ask you if you might want to watch sometime.”



The thought floored me for a minute, but I instantly knew I wanted it. “I think I do,” I confessed, trying to be completely honest. “You talk to Rachel about this—no, never mind, of course you do.”



“Does that upset you?” Nichole asked.



I shrugged, “I don’t know. It’s a little strange, but Rachel and Marcus are the pros at this kind of thing. I guess I worry that she’s pushing you into it or something. I don’t mind if it’s your decisions, but I’d hate to think you were being manipulated in anyway…I guess it just comes down to trust.”



Nichole nodded, “I trust her,” she said simply. “I’ve gotten to know her quite well, and I’ve never felt coerced.”



“Just thinking about being in the same room—watching you… oh my god that,” I couldn’t speak for a moment, but I eventually nodded, “I want that.”





Chapter 13
As I drove to work the following morning, I knew deep in my soul that something had significantly changed in my life. I’d had this nagging feeling over the last several weeks that I needed to leave this thing between my wife and Marcus alone, that I needed to turn away from it and not think about it again. But other feelings were far more intense and pleasurable, and so I pushed that nagging feeling down and did my best to ignore it. After the conversation last night with Nichole, I felt different. That nagging feeling was barely there and extremely easy to ignore.



For the first few hours at work, I had this hollow feeling in my chest. I didn’t understand it, but after the first pictures started arriving on my phone, that feeling was quickly washed away, replaced by lust and adrenaline. I didn’t get fuck-all done that first day as I watched one picture come in after another. Marcus was fucking her in his jeep, in his garage, and then by the pool. I quickly realized that I wasn’t going to get ahead at work if I kept staring at my phone, so I set up a reward system where I would knock out a book of work quickly and efficiently, and then I’d reward myself with a few minutes to look at the pictures.



One picture was damn near the death of me. It was a close up shot of my wife’s bare pussy stretched around Marcus’ cock. It looked like her lower lips were trying to hang on to his cock as he withdrew. A trickle of cum was leaking down towards her ass. I sat in my chair with my heart pounding against my chest. It felt like I’d just drank a half dozen energy drinks at the same time.



When I got home, Nichole was physically exhausted. After dinner, she was content to simply lie on the couch. Maybe it was because she was tired, but the turmoil I’d seen in her eyes the night before was seemed less.



“Rub my feet?” she asked, setting her feet in my lap as I sat on the couch.



I took one of her feet into my hands. I’ve never had a foot fetish, but I think I enjoy rubbing her feet as much as she enjoys having them massaged.



“Do you still love me?” she asked, only this time it had a teasing tone to it.



“I’m rubbing your stinky feet aren’t I?”



“Hey, I had a shower. They’re not stinky,” she said, giving me a faux-incensed look.



“Yes,” I said after a moment, answering her first question. Nichole looked at me in confusion, seemingly having already forgotten the question. “I still love my promiscuous wife.”



My wife’s look shifted from confused to humorous, “You’re unfaithful, adulterous wife?” she said, playing up the taboo nature of our new experience.



I nodded, “My slutty spouse who all the sudden seems addicted to sex with her surf instructor.”



Nichole pushed her foot against my hip, “Ky,” she complained, “I’m not addicted…”



We were quite for a long moment, watching a rerun of Parks & Rec while I continued to work on her feet. She wore a ragged pair of shorts that had used to be sweatpants but had the legs cut off, and an old tee shirt of mine, and she looked sexy as fuck. Her hair had lightened up from the sun, her skin was tanned and smooth, and she had a wild, almost untamed look in her eyes I’d never noticed before.



“I was talking to Rachel today,” Nichole said, shifting to lie on her back, “and she recommended I talk to you about what you need.”



“What I need,” I asked in confusion.



“Like wanting to watch,” We both had a hard time holding each other’s gaze. “God this is so mental to talk about,” she said under her breath, but then continued, “she said that some husbands like being cuckolds. They like being teased and shamed—it gets them off, yeah. But some men don’t like that. They like that their wife sleeps with other men, and that’s enough for them. She called it hotwifing.”



I nodded, “I’ve heard the terms. I’ve actually been doing a lot of reading about it over the last few days… and I know what you mean about this being hard to talk about. There’s part of me that would like to experiment a little with both paths,” I tried to explain, “There are some things about cuckolding that I find… appeal to me. I don’t for the life of me know why. But I think I’d like to explore it a little bit.”



“Well, that’s what this is all about, yeah?”



Again, I nodded, “I guess it is, but it’s weird if I have to tell you what to do or what to say—it’s like it ruins it somehow.”



Nichole’s lips puckered as she thought for a moment. “Then you want me to try, stuff,” she said, waving her hand in small circles as if that communicated what she was thinking—and I guess it kind of did. I got the gist of what she meant.



“Yeah, I think that would work… I kind of like it when you push my buttons, you know…”



“I think so,” Nichole said, her eyes narrow as she studied me. The tip of her free foot turned and rubbed over my crotch, “Like if I told you how much I’m enjoying Marcus’ cock.”



“Yeah, like that” I said, my voice quickly sounding strained.



“Hmmm, I’ll have to think about it,” Nichole said, her foot still rubbing up against my dick. “Rachel gave me loads of ideas, but I don’t want to be hurtful.”



“Don’t get too worried about that,” I told her, “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”



“Alright,” she said. She pulled her feet out of my lap and stood up. “For now, take me to bed. I only want to be your wife tonight.”



“Gladly,” I said, quickly picking her up and carrying her to our room.



-_-

Sitting at my desk, I felt the cell phone vibrating in my pocket, but I forced myself to resist the temptation to look at it. My program manager always made me to the menial work, and he was the definition of a micromanager. I knew it was all part of the system. It doesn’t matter what career field you go into, there’s always an apprenticeship to serve. After an hour, I finished processing the pile of invoices on my desk and then went outside where I could take off my mask and get some privacy.



I sat on a park bench outside and opened my phone. Seeing that it was a video and not a picture, I took out my ear buds and put them in my ears. My hands started to shake as I held the phone and started the video. The shot was my nude wife. She was bent over the countertop of the kitchen’s island. Her chest and stomach were flat against the granite, her hands gripped the counters edges while her legs hung off the side, her feet dangling several inches above the floor.



Marcus had started the video, positioning the phone on the kitchen table to record the scene.



“Alright, time to show your husband what a little slut you’ve become,” Marcus teased, walking over and positioning himself between Nichole’s hanging legs. He was as naked as my wife, but the heavy tan line left from his ever-present board shorts almost made it look like he was wearing shorts as his white ass turned to the camera.



“I’m not a slut,” Nichole said without conviction. “At least compared to you.”



Marcus laughed, but didn’t respond right away. His erection stood out proudly and he rubbed the tip of his cock against my wife’s pussy. He did this for several minutes, not quite penetrating but simply passing over the sensitive bare skin of Nichole’s lower lips. I could hear her whimpering and pleading to stop teasing, but he wasn’t going to be swayed by her.


It was the most erotic video I’d ever seen, and watching it somehow memorialized it in my brain like a searing brand marking its ownership. Marcus finally thrust in slowly. I guess I’d expected him to drive himself in deep in one motion, but he took it slowly and patiently. Nichole’s cries came quickly, loudly, and often as Marcus’ thrusts quickened. Her leg muscles jiggled each time he pushed himself into her. There was no denying what I was seeing, my wife was being fucked by another man, and she was enjoying the hell out of it. The sounds she was making were nothing like I’d ever heard before.



I could see her wedding band on her finger, her knuckles white from her death grip on the counter. The video was almost twenty minutes long, and I couldn’t take that long of a break, so it took me several more breaks throughout the rest of the day to finish watching it. At the end, one thing was clear, my wife was loving this. Seeing the pleasure in her face was incredibly intoxicating to me. There was no question she was having a hundred times better sex with Marcus than with me. And some weird part of me was okay with it.



When the workday finally ended, I tried like hell to rush home, but southern California traffic is what it is, and I didn’t have much choice but to roll along at about five-miles-an-hour. I don’t know how many times I re-watched the video Nichole had sent me, but it was a lot. Sitting there in traffic, balancing the phone on my knee while I drove, trying to find some relief by rubbing my dick through my pants. I felt like I was on fire when I finally got home.

-_-

“What’s wrong?” my wife looked up as I came into the house. Her eyes were wide with surprise as I stalked across the kitchen toward her. “Ky, what is it, what happened?”



“Come with me,” I said, knowing I must have looked like I was coming apart at the seams.



I took her hand and pulled her up the stairs. “Ky, you’re worrying me,” Nichole complained as we got to the top of the stairs.



As soon as we got to the bedroom door, I took her and pulled off tee shirt and her shorts and pushed her onto the bed. “You fucking tease!” I said, giving her the most feral grin I could muster. “I almost went out of my mind from that video.”



Nichole’s expression instantly changed from concern to teasing, “Oh, the one where our neighbor fucked me in the kitchen?”



I popped off a button on my shirt I was trying to get undressed so fast, “Yeah, that one,” I said, finally freeing myself of the shirt and throwing it to the floor.



“Did you see how Marcus’ cock filled me?” she asked, watching me carefully.



I knew she was looking for my reaction, testing my response to know how far to play up the taboo part of our recent sexual exploration. “Fuck yes I did. It was amazing,” I said with more confidence than I felt. I knew I couldn’t leave any doubt in her mind or she’d regress into her insecurities and lose the recent progress I’d seen. Her smile let me know I’d read her correctly.



“Did you see how his entire cock fit into my pussy?” She continued, testing the waters yet a little more. “It’s so big, Ky. I can’t believe I can take it all, but it makes me feel ecstatic that I can now.”



Finally, free of my clothes, I climbed onto the bed and quickly slipped my cock into my wife’s opening.



Nichole simply hummed between her lips, “Wow, that just slipped right in there didn’t it,” she said.



Her words hit me like a kick to the chest because they weren’t rehearsed or thought out. They were natural and portrayed exactly what she thought in that moment—and I had ‘just slipped right in.’ Usually, I can feel a certain tightness when we first begin to have sex, and she usually makes a sigh as I enter her, but none of that happened. I slipped right in and her expression hardly changed. The thought of Marcus’ stretching out my wife instantly had an effect, and I came. I’d hardly gotten started, and I’d already blown my load.



“Sorry, babe,” I apologized, “I spent all day pent up, but give me a minute and I’ll make you cum.”



Nichole turned with me as I moved off of her to lay on my side, “No worries,” she said lightly, “I’ve had loads of orgasms today.”



It struck me how casual her words were. Less than a week had passed, and she already sounded more comfortable than I’d have ever imagined.



“I take it you approve of the video then?” she said, reaching down and stroking my cock back to life, our mixed fluids providing the lubrication.



“Hell yes I approve, but I’m not sure sending those during the day is going to be a good idea. I can’t get shit done after you send it.”



Nichole’s smile grew, “I like that it makes you go spare. I like it when you’re hungry like this.” She gave my dick a squeeze. She stroked me for a moment, but then looked down toward her waist. She touched her pussy with her free hand. “god I’ve been a slut today. I think I’ve basically been full of cum since Marcus took me this morning.”



“Ugh,” I groaned and turned onto my back.



Nichole laughed, “Oh, I can feel you approve,” she said, again giving my dick a squeeze.



“He fucked you this morning, before you went surfing?” I turned my head to see my wife nod, albeit hesitantly.



“I know we didn’t exactly work out a schedule, so I hope you’re not upset… he’s fucks me every morning before we go now,” my wife said, and it seemed like she was growing slightly more comfortable with the word ‘fuck’. It wasn’t a word she said often.



“No, it’s fine,” I said quickly, feeling like I was going to have an epileptic seizure. “Really, it’s all good. I want you to be free to act as you please—you don’t need to run everything by me first. I told you, you’re free to decide how you want to explore.”



It took several minutes, but eventually my dick came back to life. I was expecting my wife to want to fuck again, but instead, she slid off the end of the bed and took me into her mouth. Fuck she looked so sexy looking up at me, her lips pressed against my body. After a minute, she paused and sat up, taking my cock into her hand.



“So, I’ve got a surprise for you, if you’re up for it,” Nichole said, giving me a playful look. When I nodded she continued, “Rachel isn’t home tonight, so tonight’s a good night for it.”



“What is it?” I pushed, already knowing she wasn’t going to tell me yet. She’s always loved to tease me with surprises. She’ll never give me any hints about birthday or Christmas presents.



“You’ll see… later.”

[OOAA]

SUPER HOT chapters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[waterbug]

One of the best stories I read so far. Fine dynamic by everyone involved. Cannot wait for next chapter!

[couple20uk]

Thank you Ky.... not read the last two chapters yet but I did think chapters one to eleven were really good.

[Frenchie]

Great story !

[JustWantToWatch]

This story is incredible!!!