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  In the bedroom a little later, as I was sliding inside her to find my own end for the evening, I knew that she was imagining how it might be to corrupt her young college boy — and this time, we both knew full well that she did intend to go through with it in reality this time.

  God, it felt like Christmas to me.

  Chapter Nine

  It was beyond exciting to know that my wife was going to seduce her new crush — but though a huge part of the turn-on for her seemed to be allowing me to watch, something that would probably also assuage any lingering feelings of guilt she might have, the logistics of actually arranging it seemed difficult.

  I wanted to say to her that one evening we could tell young Robert that I was working late, when really I wasn’t. Only, that week, I really did have to work late.

  "It’ll happen," Tessa said, her hard nipples testament to the fact that she meant it.

  "Maybe I just have to call in sick one day," I said, though I knew that such a thing in my job meant the work would only pile up the next day to an impossible level.

  The trouble was, the summer was rapidly depleting, so we had precious little time left for Tessa to fulfill our little fantasy. And, there was the more immediate concern that Tessa had already kissed Robert, and if anything was going to happen, he was going to expect more.

  If she held out, he’d naturally assume she had cold feet, and maybe he’d move on, even quitting the last few jobs around the house that he’d agreed to do.

  But Tessa seemed more optimistic than me.

  "I think he likes taking things slowly," she said a few evenings later while sitting in my lap, rocking her hips gently to stir my hardness inside her.

  "Yeah?"

  "He is a virgin — I’m sure of it."

  "I would have thought that would only make him desperate to not be a virgin." I noticed that she was wearing a necklace - a pendant - that I’d never seen before.

  Tessa smiled, "But Robert’s sweet, so he doesn’t want to."

  "So you’re still just at the kissing stage?"

  Tessa’s smile spread, her eyes flicking upwards to project a dreamy expression. The jealousy burned inside me, even while she was naked in my arms, bouncing up and down on my cock.

  "We kiss," she said, suddenly coy. "Mmmm… he’s turning out to be a real good kisser."

  She wiggled her hips, no doubt at the shiver of arousal provoked by her imagining kissing her crush. It made my heart skip a beat, my hardness throb inside her. She felt it, and her eyes were suddenly on mine, sharply in focus, her lips curling up in a mischievous grin of recognition, that all this talk of her being with Robert really did thrill me.

  She seemed to feel like prolonging the throbbing in my hardness, said: "We kiss when he arrives in the morning, we kiss when I bring him coffee. We kiss when he stops for lunch."

  She giggled, so cute, at the fact that my cock pulsed each time she said the word "kiss".

  "We kiss when I bring him a cool drink in the afternoon," she continued, "and we kiss when he’s done with work."

  I gripped her beautifully round behind and thrust forcefully inside her, drawing out a long soprano moan from my exquisite insatiable wife.

  "Oh my God…" she cried, and I swear she was so wet I could feel it trickling down onto my skin.

  "And in the evening? When I’m working late?" I asked her.

  "Oh yes…" she sighed. "There’s lots of kissing. We kiss just before he goes up to run Marcus a bath… we kiss just before I go in to give Marcus his bath… we kiss after Marcus is asleep… lots of kissing…"

  "And he’s okay with just kissing?"

  She gave me that dreamy smile again. "He likes me teaching him," she said. "It’s getting so he almost makes me come just by kissing me."

  Another throb from yours truly, another giggle from my wild wife.

  "Today," she said, "I put his hands on my breasts."

  And that was all it took to get me exploding inside her as I gazed up at those incredible breasts that another man had held that day.

  On subsequent evenings as Tessa took out her frustrations on me, I heard each little step she allowed her new lover to take, and it felt almost as though I was there with her, thrilled at each new inch forward that our college friend was taking with her.

  Invariably during the day, there was kissing and flirting, but Robert did actually get the work that he was ostensibly supposed to be completing done. It was during the evening that things happened, during the hour or so between Marcus going to bed and me confirming to Tessa that I had left the office for my journey home. Robert never stayed longer, though he could easily have stayed the length of time it took me to drive home. He didn’t want to risk that traffic would be light that late in the evening, and I would be home much sooner than expected.

  Progress was so slow, though, each step forward minute. One evening he was fondling her breasts through her bra and dress, the next evening he was fondling her through her dress, Tessa having removed her bra. The evening after that he was kissing his way down her neck, slipping his lips around her hard nipples, though with her dress still there as a barrier between them.

  Tessa did not want to force him, did not want to scare him. The slow progress also seemed to suit her in coming to terms with her veering into the realm of infidelity - albeit consensual infidelity.

  Four nights it took before she brushed the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders, and for the first time since we had started dating she was sitting in front of another man, stripped to the waist, her wincingly beautiful breasts poised for him to enjoy.

  That long build-up before I was hearing about how he took her gently in his hands, his mouth gently exploring the curves of her breasts, his lips eventually slipping around her tingling nipples — that only fueled my passion further.

  Every now and then — for instance, that moment where she dropped her dress and bared her breasts for him for the first time — one of their tiny little steps forward would actually prove to be quite a significant one.

  I found myself praying on each commute back home that I’d get another one of those treats that evening. I had to be patient, but there were some powerful moments along the way, each one seeming to shock me to my core while thrilling me beyond anything I could remember.

  Like when she first took the bold step of putting her hand over his crotch to feel out the hardness beneath his pants.

  Like when she first shed her dress entirely, leaving herself wearing nothing more than a tiny little pair of pink cotton panties for him.

  Like when she had him remove his pants and press himself against her, his huge college-boy cock grinding on her, only their underwear between them.

  Like when she was kissing his body, her every cell buzzing as she spread her hands all over those taut, bulging muscles of his, and she found herself stroking his hard cock through his boxers, with her fingers and then her lips.

  Like when I came home one evening to find that she’d shaved her pussy entirely, something she’d never done for me in all the time we’d been together.

  "Has he seen it, then?" I asked her, my whole body trembling with fear and elation.

  "Not yet," she said. "I thought it might be tonight, but it wasn't."

  "So you shaved it all?"

  She knew it was going to alarm me, which was why that evening she attempted to distract me with a pair of those sexy lace-topped hold-ups when she waited at the garage door for me again wearing nothing else. Well, one of the first things I laid eye on was her smooth hairless slit. You couldn’t distract a guy from something like that.

  "Maybe I did it for you too," she said, a beaming smile plastered over her face after I’d simply dropped my briefcase and my laptop where I stood, and flung myself at her, picking her up bodily and carting her through to the living room couch where I proceeded to satiate my voracious appetite for her newly bare crotch. "It does seem to get you going. I’m surprised I never tried it before."

  "You did it for
him," I said, in between mouthfuls of her slippery folds.

  "Mmmm…" she moaned, which sounded as though it could have been an admission, or could have been a response to my face wedged against her burning hot pussy. "Well you know, girls his age don’t leave it natural any more. Not these days."

  She tasted so good, she smelled so good. I couldn’t get enough of that precious pink flower. It had taken the arrival of a new rival on the scene to remind me of the wonders of going down on my sweet wife — it was something that had faded from my repertoire as our marriage had progressed for some reason. Now there was hardly an occasion when we made love that I could keep myself from tasting that glorious tangy flavor.

  She was watching me this time, staring down past the rise of her breasts and the hard nipples jutting out, and I realized she probably hadn’t ever been able to see it as well as she now did, unencumbered by hair.

  Oh don’t get me wrong, I loved her little tidy triangle of pussy hair, the soft frame around her pussy itself. It was a turn on to slip through it on the way to her juicy lips. It did make it easier to go down on her, sure, but the biggest thing for me was the difference, the variety, and the fact that she had only gone to the trouble of shaving her pussy for the purposes of sex.

  And, of course, that basically she had only shaved her pussy in preparation for her college boy to enjoy. That drove me wildest of all.

  "So you’re going to show him tomorrow?" I asked her. I saw her flush, and it was almost answer enough.

  "Maybe," she said. "Would you be opposed to that?"

  "Oh no," I said, wedging my tongue inside her as far as it would go. "I think you should."

  She shivered a little, and it seemed to echo the trembling inside me, the throbbing in my hardness.

  "He was kissing all around here today," she said, her fingers pointing at the edges of her tan lines, the shape of her now-absent panties.

  "That right?"

  "He even put his face against my panties for a brief moment," she said, her eyes dancing with flames.

  "And were they wet for him?"

  "Had to be."

  She leaned her head back, eyes closing as I enveloped her clit in the heat of my wet mouth, her deep breathing sounding like silk rubbing against silk.

  "And you think when you show him yours, he’ll show you his?"

  She looked sharply down at me, and I thought for a moment I’d pushed her too far, shocked her somehow, though she’d only just been talking about offering up her bare, shaved pussy for another man.

  But she was groaning in an urgent, breathless way that made me believe she was on the edge of coming. I continued to dance the tip of my tongue against her clit, my fingers slipping inside her tight, hot, slippery pussy.

  She said, breathless: "How… far… can we… go… before you… want to see…?"

  My fingers briefly replaced my tongue at her little sensitive button as I answered her. "I want to see him slide that big cock of his inside you. I want to be there when he finally goes the whole way for the first time," I said firmly. The imagery of my confirming I wanted this other man to fuck her seemed to continue driving her towards her climax more than anything I was doing to her physically.

  "Other than that," I added, "you’re free to do as you wish with him."

  That was enough to send her over the cliff edge. And soon I was filling her on the way to my cliff edge, showing her exactly what kind of thing she could only do with Robert in my presence.

  Chapter Ten

  After that, I was coming home to tales of Robert getting bold enough to rub his face against Tessa’s wet panties, feeling out the shape of her pussy through the thin damp cotton with his lips and nose. And subsequently, I heard about him tentatively peeling her panties down her thighs, revealing that perfect smooth flower underneath, Tessa encouraging him with her moans of desire and the way she lifted her hips for him to remove her underwear.

  I heard how Tessa had gently stroked his hair as he kissed slowly around her mound, between her thighs, along the edge of her pussy, tasting her soft skin, breathing in the musk of her arousal, exploring her with the caution of a virgin.

  Once he had progressed to the point of licking her actual pussy, running his tongue along her soaking groove, apparently enjoying his first taste of the female sex, Tessa had felt able to start teaching him how to pleasure her with his mouth in the same way she had taught him how to kiss like a god.

  I found myself envying Robert this experience. My wife was giving him the absolute perfect loss of virginity.

  In the evenings, I had her teach me how to lick her in exactly the same way as she had been teaching her young lover.

  Jesus, I could smell him on her, that slightly too-sweet cologne a college boy thought would win over the girls. It turned my insides to fire to detect real proof of my wife’s infidelity, evidence that she had enjoyed a wild time at another’s hands.

  A little later that same week, August almost over, Tessa told me how she’d stopped him licking her after yet another orgasm, and how she’d had him stand up to remove his underwear for her. Then he’d resumed his seat, and she had shown him how a woman can pleasure a man with her mouth.

  "You saw it, then. Completely uncovered."

  "I didn’t just see it. I held it in my hands. I kissed all the way along its length. I tasted the pre-cum seeping out from his tip," she said, pulling off my clothes so she could re-enact the scene.

  "And it’s as big as you thought?"

  "Bigger," she said, eyes blazing again. "It’s huge. I barely got it inside my mouth."

  I laughed. She was clearly obsessed. And yet I didn’t mind at all. I knew well enough that I was larger than average, I was of sufficient size. I had no hang-ups in that direction. Yet it was kind of hot that her lover had something so impressive — I found that I wanted her to have this experience, the experience of taking a pornstar-scale erection inside her.

  The whole point of this, for her, was to have a different experience than sleeping with her husband. Her lover was younger, stronger and fitter than me, and completely green to the ways of lovemaking. That he had a huge cock was another little bonus to give her an experience she’d always remember.

  "Are you jealous?" she asked, sinking down on me.

  "A little," I said. "But no more than I was hearing about him going down on you. I like that you get to have a huge cock. You think you’ll get it inside you?"

  "Oh, I’ll get it inside me," she purred.

  A few days later, and the project that was keeping me late at the office came to a conclusion.

  I was very relieved, and very hopeful that now I might be in a position to see something very special at home.

  That night, I came home to find Tessa lying in bed, something that shocked me into fearing I was too late, that she’d gone against my expressed wishes and finally taken Robert’s virginity without my seeing.

  "Did I miss it?" I asked, desperately, as I started taking off my shirt and tie.

  "No," she smiled, "He’s still a virgin, honey. Don’t worry."

  I felt relief. It still felt funny that she’d taken him to our bed. "You had him in here?" I asked.

  She shook her head.

  "We were out back on the porch, watching the sun go down. Well, I was watching the sun go down. I was also watching Robert go down."

  "Naughty girl," I said, noticing her swimsuit dropped at the end of the bed. I stooped to pick up her bikini bottoms, breathed in the scent of chlorine and female arousal in an exhilarating cocktail. "You’re wearing teeny little bikinis to Marcus’s swim class these days?"

  She grinned, "Well you know there are a couple of hunky stay-at-home dads who bring their babies along?"

  I laughed, but inside I loved the confidence she was adopting even beyond Robert. That maybe all this fun and games might continue long after our mutual friend went back to college.

  As naked as she was, I climbed onto the bed and kissed her long and hard. I could smell her lov
er on her again, but this time there was something else different about her, about her kiss.

  "I swallowed his come," she said with a naughty glint in her eye. Wow. "Are you horrified?"

  I looked at her mouth, her full lips. Probably only an hour previously, she’d wrapped them around another man’s cock. Kept them clamped to it when his balls had tightened, started, then pumped his thick cream into her throat.

  I kissed her again, strangely unafraid that I was kissing her mouth after such intimate contact with another man. She tasted slightly different after her latest encounter, and it only seemed to drive me on in seeing her as unquestionably desirable, a sex goddess.

  I tore the bedsheets from her body, revealing her glorious curves, the wonderful skin with its light tan, a tan that left her with the cutest tan lines.

  I also revealed a huge sex toy in her hands, which she had been using before I had arrived, the tip of the thing still there inside her, its shaft slick with her juices.

  "New toy?" I asked.

  "Amazon’s very discreet."

  I felt as though the old Tessa would never have been caught dead with such a thing, wouldn’t even think of trying one. Here was my sexy, confident Tessa and she was quietly continuing to play with it right in front of me now that all was revealed.

  The thing was black, but otherwise appeared to be a fairly realistic shape of an erect cock — and as I watched her, I couldn’t help but notice its size.

  "Is that the same size as… him?" I asked her, my jaw dropping.

  She gave me a wicked grin. "I had to be prepared, didn’t I? Had to be sure."

  I took it from her, lying on the bed between her thighs, kissing around her mound as I touched the great thing to her pussy lips, and then pushed it inside.

  God, was this really how big Robert was? It was stretching her, and she was taking it, her copious juices easing its passage, though it was still a challenging fit.

  "I want to feel him inside me like this," she said, knowing she was driving me crazy.