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  But this felt like moving beyond role-play.

  "I’m not waiting for him, I’m waiting for you," she said.

  "Why d’you need to wait for me?"

  "Because you don’t know whether you really want me to seduce him or not."

  "I don’t know? You don’t know."

  "Oh, I know," she growled, her eyes blazing. But blazing because she was winning our teasing contest, or blazing because she genuinely felt ready to break her wedding vows if I was in favor?

  "If you know, I know," I said.

  She stopped me and rolled me over onto my back, straddling me cowgirl style. I gasped as I felt her sink onto me, her heat and tightness suddenly crushing me.

  "You’re serious?" she said, and for the first time, I felt our conversation move away from the safe territory of role-playing and teasing. "You really want me to try something with him?"

  "Don’t you?" I said, grabbing her hips, pulling her down on me. "He gets you so fired up."

  "I am a woman," she said, as though any other girl would feel the way she did, even if they hadn’t been Little Robbie’s babysitter. "But I’m also married to you."

  "Well he’s no threat to me. The only fear I could have would be of losing you. You’re not going to leave me for him, are you?"

  "Of course not."

  "So then. What’s the harm? So you’ve got a new sex toy. I like that I get to allow you to have fun with it."

  "You do?"

  "Feels like even if he’s the one giving you pleasure, it would really be me doing it, because I allowed it."

  She grinned. "So if you came home and I told you I kissed him, you wouldn’t be angry?"

  "No."

  "Or that I’d touched him?"

  "No."

  "Sucked his big hard cock?"

  "No."

  "More?"

  "The question is whether you can handle it."

  "I can handle it."

  "So then."

  "I’m going to fuck him, sweetie — you know that?"

  She was crying out by now, losing control of herself as she writhed on my pole dreaming of fucking a young college-age stud.

  "Oh God, I’m really gonna do it…"

  "I’m gonna fuck him…"

  "I’m gonna cheat on you, sweetie…"

  I loved it, this demure brunette had become a living sex goddess. The only thing was that she was in danger of forgetting her noise, and waking Marcus.

  I shoved her a little brutally over onto the bed, pushing her onto her stomach, her head into the pillows, and straddled her before roughly entering her from behind, her thighs together but her pussy and its surroundings so dripping wet I just glided into her tightness.

  "You fuck him as much as you want, honey," I declared, "just don’t wake the baby."

  And with that, we both came violently.

  Chapter Seven

  We slept after that. In the morning, I felt a little funny at where our lovemaking had ended up, wondering whether we had genuinely come to an understanding that Tessa could treat Robert as some kind of sex toy with my blessing.

  Did I really want that?

  Every time I thought about it, I came to the same conclusion: I wanted to see Tessa seduce her college hunk, I wanted to see what it would do to her. I wanted her to have that wicked, depraved experience, from the first time she’d have a different man inside her since we started dating.

  After my shower, I went down to the kitchen to find Tessa looking cute as a button in another little summer dress. It was like she was going for the wholesome college-girl look. And I couldn’t help but notice that she’d decided not to wear a bra — her nipples were visible, dark through the thin cotton of her dress. Was Robert going to see that?

  Thinking about what she’d been saying before we’d collapsed asleep the previous night, I was responding to her physically.

  "You look nice," I said, kissing her cheek as I passed her on the way to fetching my breakfast cereal.

  "So do you," she said, and I saw her eyes drop briefly to my crotch, taking in the bulge in my pants.

  "I like the look," I said, turning, making it clear I was gazing at her breasts. "Unconstrained, I guess you’d call it."

  She smiled. "All my bras are in the laundry. Hopefully I’ll have one clean and dry by the time Robert gets here…"

  I laughed at that. "But maybe not, huh?"

  Her smile turned mischievous, wicked. "We were being serious last night, weren’t we?"

  Her question shocked me, and from the look of her, I think it shocked her, too. This really was it, wasn’t it? We’d been sharing this strange fantasy for a lot longer than we realized — it was nearly the end of summer by now. Time really did fly when you were having fun. And now, were we really ready to make fantasy reality?

  I shrugged, trying to downplay the issue a little, take some of the pressure out of the atmosphere. "It’s only a little fun, isn’t it? If we find we don’t like it, we just have to stop. We can forget about it."

  We both looked at each other, and Tessa nodded. I think it was clear to both of us that it would never be quite as simple as forgetting about it if we really were uncomfortable with the reality. Trying to squeeze the genie back into the bottle was more like it.

  "You want to try, don’t you?" I asked her. Serious.

  Marcus just went on munching on his baby oatmeal, oblivious to the huge decision going on around him.

  "I think so," she said in a quiet, meek voice. "I just… I’m a little scared, I guess."

  "Scared?"

  She looked straight into my eyes, glanced at Marcus, doing the mental check that he couldn’t understand any of this. Then she breathed out a deep sigh, and leveled her big concern at me. "It’s just… I think of you sleeping with another woman, and there’s no way I could cope with that."

  "What? What’s another woman got to do with it?" I was surprised at her concern.

  "Well it would only be fair, wouldn’t it? You let me have a little fun with Robert…"

  I felt stunned. I hadn’t even considered this possibility — that Tessa might think my growing acceptance for the idea of her fulfilling her crush might be some kind of subtext for getting her to accept the idea of me sleeping with some other woman. It was a highly logical concern, I could see that.

  "I don’t want to sleep with another woman," I said. "I never did. You’re just not looking at this in the right way."

  "How am I supposed to look at it?"

  I paused a beat, trying to find the words for how I felt. "This is not about me wanting to open up our marriage, honey," I said. "This is about how sexy you are, how unbelievably hot you’ve become since you embraced this crush of yours. It’s about how completely obsessed I am with you, how beautiful you are when you lose complete control of yourself sexually."

  "But you want someone else to sleep with me?"

  "Only if I get to watch," I said. "That’s my one condition. I love you, I want you to have this exciting experience, but I want to share in the experience — I want to see you having it. That’s what it’s all about for me. Like watching you touching yourself, only for once in my life I want to see how you make love to a man, from a different perspective."

  Her brow wrinkled, confused, or perhaps thinking how nuts her husband was. Like her outfit, it was pretty cute.

  "I guess I understand," she said, her face beginning to relax.

  "Nothing’s written in stone," I said, pouring the cornflakes into my bowl, trying to act calm myself though my insides felt like molten lava. "All I’m saying is that if you felt like pursuing anything… I would be okay with it. But if you think anything significant might happen — "

  "You’d want to watch?"

  I saw a flicker of mischievous lust pass across her face, melting the startled expression. She liked the idea of having me watch her depravity, I could see that. It turned me on that she wanted me to watch.

  "I don’t really think I could go the whole way unless you were
there," she said.

  "I don’t think I’d want to miss it," I said.

  My heart was fluttering so much as I went to work that morning, it was a wonder I didn’t take off.

  Part Two: Corrupting The Innocent

  Chapter Eight

  I think ordinarily, Tessa would have been a little more reluctant to do what we were doing. My theory is that she was badly in need of a boost in self confidence after Marcus came along, even though she’d returned to her pre-baby figure by now. But it wasn’t just that. I think the heat of the summer and the new baby had her relatively isolated at our house, with fewer trips out than before.

  As we toyed with the strange new fantasy of Tessa fooling around with the college boy working on our house, I think there was the feeling that he was harmless, he was a nice guy, polite, respectable, and far too young for Tessa for anything genuinely threatening to our marriage.

  I think there was also the hint that we had a limited time window here to try this out: Robert was due back at college at the end of the summer, and no doubt a wild sophomore year would soon make him forget the presence of his former babysitter back in his old home town.

  For me, though, it seemed that Tessa and I were entering a new stage of our lives. We were irretrievably bound to each other now, connected by the cutest little boy who would forever be ours. We’d proven our trust for each other thus far in our marriage, and now we were entering a new phase, a new stage in our lives.

  Tessa would, perhaps, never be able to accept the idea of me playing around with another woman — but honestly, that wasn’t what I fantasized about in the shower any more.

  I thought of my beautiful wife, her shapely body, her long flowing brown hair, those sultry green eyes. Her pert breasts, kissable nipples, the tidy triangle of brown fur between her thighs pointing the way to her box of delights. I thought of her, and how ravishing she had become. I thought of how ravishing she had become, and I imagined how she would respond to the prospect of a new man between her thighs.

  And I thought of how another man might feel to see Tessa there on the bed waiting for him.

  Even though she had my full permission, it took a few nights before Tessa stepped up things between her and her new Romeo.

  I almost started to wonder if my earlier teasing of her had been on the money, that she couldn’t cope with this idea.

  Then one evening after I’d stayed at the office working late, I came home to find no sign of Tessa anywhere downstairs, where she usually was once Marcus was put to bed.

  She hadn’t told me she was going anywhere, she hadn’t even sent me a text.

  I was nervous, very nervous. My heart was pounding in my chest as though trying to escape. A cursory glance around the downstairs revealed only empty rooms. Climbing the stairs, I felt the heavy sense of dread fill my body — and yet, also that buzz of excitement, the tingle in my loins. I feared finding my wife in the throes of passion with another man — and yet at the same time I sincerely wished to find it.

  It was a conflict I sought to resolve in my head: I think the only sense I could come to as I reached the top step was that I was afraid I might have missed the wonderful sight of Tessa’s seduction. Oh, there was that tiny voice of paranoia that screamed from the depths that she’d left me, that I’d given her a hall pass to play with Robert Donovan and she’d skipped town altogether. But most of me didn’t believe that was a possibility.

  First thing’s first, I checked on Marcus. Edging open the door so silently. A sleeping baby is a wonderful thing, but a difficult thing to achieve. I desperately did not want to disturb him. He was lying in the cot, as peaceful as a parent could hope for, leaving me feeling quite relieved. There’s no way Tessa would have skipped town leaving him alone in the house.

  Wherever she was, she’d have the other end of the baby monitor nearby. I thought about whispering into the base unit, asking her where she was. The risk of waking Marcus, however, was too great.

  Where was she? Somewhere within the range of the baby monitor, that was for sure.

  I couldn’t see anything in any of the upstairs rooms - the spare room, the office, the second bathroom. Was she with Robert somewhere? Hidden away, taking him to heaven and back in the hope I wouldn’t find out?

  I knew it was just my paranoia assuming she’d want to hide from me.

  I decided to get changed before mounting a more extensive search, but as I slipped into the master bedroom, I heard the sound of water being stirred and smelled the familiar clean coconut scent of Tessa’s bath oil.

  Cautiously, still imagining that she could be in there with Robert, I moved through the bedroom so that I might peek around the corner through the open door of the en suite, and see what Tessa was up to.

  I caught my breath as I laid eyes on her, but quickly saw that she was alone. Relief flooded my system, but also blossoming arousal as I saw her lying there in the large corner bathtub, her eyes closed, mouth open as though she was playing with herself.

  That dark little voice inside me was suggesting that she’d done the deed with Robert, I’d missed it all, and now she was in the bath washing off the evidence. But I suspected that if Tessa had gone through with it, actually done something with Robert, she would have wanted to take a shower, extricate herself from any evidence as quickly as possible.

  I’d made it clear I wanted to watch her.

  I leaned up against the doorway, seeing her there in the sunken bath with her hips raised, her pussy out of the water, both hands caressing it. She was so beautiful, no wonder Robert had a crush on her. Those curves seemed so perfectly designed to drive a man wild, like the lines of a Ferrari, and the way her hands glided all over them was like exquisite ballet.

  "Something happened, then?" I asked, my voice quiet, trying not to startle her.

  Her pretty face broke out into a smile, which almost made me think she knew I was standing there, that she’d timed this bath to coincide exactly with my ETA.

  "Worried you might have missed it all?" she joked, as though she could read my mind.

  "Of course," I said, dropping my clothes in a pile in the doorway, the emergence of my stiffening manhood bringing a joyous grin to her face.

  She licked her lips as I stepped over toward the bath, my hardness swaying in the humid air, but she continued playing with herself, putting on a little show for me as I climbed into the wide tub.

  The water was wonderfully warm, as was her body as I leaned over it, kneeling between her legs to kiss her sweet lips.

  "Nothing major happened," she said. "He just stayed for dinner — and helped me put Marcus to bed."

  "Dinner, huh?" I smiled as she chewed on my bottom lip, and my hard cock brushed against her pussy. "That’s a good step forward, right?"

  "And that’s not all," she said.

  I raised an eyebrow.

  "I kissed him."

  She felt my cock throb against her sex, and it made her giggle.

  "It does turn you on, then?"

  "What can I say?" I said. "How was it?"

  "Nice. You know he’s too sweet to make the moves on me. We had a nice meal together, and a glass of wine once Marcus was bathed and put down. And then I said you were on your way home, so he decided to go."

  "Shame."

  I had found a position where I could hold up her hips and play with her pussy, washing it with my hands, teasing it with my fingers, brushing her soft down, gently prizing apart her tender petals, planting soft kisses here and there.

  She moaned as my wet, slippery tongue found its way to her sensitive parts, flicking around her clit.

  "I showed him to the door, and as he was stepping out, it was like there was this irresistible force between us — only he was still reluctant to do anything."

  "So you kissed him?"

  Her nipples were seriously stiff as she gave a dreamy look my way.

  "I thanked him for a lovely evening, and leaned in as though to kiss his cheek," she said. "Only I didn’t, I kissed h
is mouth."

  "And?"

  Her hand slipped over my head, stroking me, her fingers splaying out all over my crown to encourage me in my oral exploration of her sex.

  "And it was nice. Tender. Gentle. Sweet."

  "And he enjoyed it?"

  "Oh yes. He responded. And I felt his… well, let’s just say he’s been blessed."

  I laughed, feeling pleased that if she was going to have this experience, it was with someone sporting impressive equipment.

  The thought that she had felt him, pressed against her like that, gave me a huge jolt in my chest, but in a good way. I manhandled her in the bath, I lifted her hips, pulling her pussy out of the water so I could devour her, burying my nose in the soft hair of her mound, softly chewing on her labia, thrusting my tongue inside her.

  The bath is not usually a great place for congress between a man and a woman, but Tessa was so wet as I feasted on her, I could hardly complain.

  "And that’s how you left it?" I asked.

  "For now. I think he’s a virgin."

  "After a year in college?"

  "I told you: he’s sweet. He thinks he has a real chance for a place on the football team this year, but he’s been spending all his time on that, instead of dating and things like that."

  "If he gets on the team, he won’t be a virgin long. Well, I suppose I was fairly nervous with the opposite sex freshman year. But it must have been some kiss, for you to need a bath afterwards."

  "I felt so dirty. So wet." She gave me an impish grin. "I just can’t stop thinking about… you know… corrupting him. Being his first."

  "It’s a hot idea."

  "And you would really, honestly, truly be happy for me to do it?"

  "Absolutely."

  And with that, she was coming, right in front of me. I’d never seen it like this before. Her pussy twitched, pulsed, all red and glistening.