Chapter 2

I saw red. Things went black. The world became silent.

I’m not sure how long I was like that, sitting frozen and staring into nothingness, but when it all came rushing back—the colors, the sounds—I was gripping the edge of the table, my nails digging into the wood.

“Excuse me?” I muttered through gritted teeth.

There was no way Rob was missing the vein throbbing in my forehead. Or how tightly my muscles were coiled. But he didn’t show a single iota of worry that I might jump over the table and try to strangle him.

“I’ve had many women in my life. Besides ‌good wine or brandy, women are my weakness. I have three divorces as proof. The right woman can wrap me around her finger, but never hold me down, unfortunately.” There was a note of actual regret in his voice as he stared into his wineglass, but it didn’t last more than a moment. “I live for the chase. The thrill of seducing a woman. Taking her from disinterest to…well, to extreme interest.” He grinned, that same smug smile I was starting to hate.

“I see.” I growled.

“I’ve had a great many years of experience learning how to properly pleasure a woman. I’ve honed my skills to a fine point. But lately, the more typical fare that I see is less of a challenge, and so my tastes have changed.” He held up his wineglass, swirling it. “It’s like your taste for the finer things. Sometimes you have one perfect wine and can drink it every night. But other times, you love the adventure of tasting, trying. Discovering what other vintages and variations there are. Over these years, I’ve realized that the rarest collections are the finest. It’s like women: the rare and hard to obtain are the ones that truly stimulate the palate.”

He licked his lips, and I pushed down the urge to vomit.

“When we first met, Alec, did you know that your wife was wearing a pair of bikini-cut yellow panties?”

I was starting to understand the term "blind rage”.

“They fit her nicely. I only caught a glimpse, mind. Your wife is very conservative. She didn’t mean to flash me. Probably didn’t even realize she did. But that one glimpse I got…” he ran a finger along the lip of his glass, emitting a soft but high-pitched warble. “Her stomach, very firm, but still retaining the softness of a mother. Panty waist tight, giving her that little pinch of stomach flowing over it. Just the faintest evidence of a camel toe. Tell me, does your wife shave? I love a clean and smooth pussy.”

Was I breathing? I don’t think I was breathing. This man was talking so lewdly about my wife. Bold. Brash. Looking me right in the eye. I should be ripping his head off. But I couldn’t move. I was glued to my seat and, worst of all, his descriptions were starting to get me… aroused.

Rob didn’t seem to mind my silence. Like the expert salesperson he was, he continued with his diatribe. “No, I think she's a trimmed woman. Seems like the sort of beauty that keeps herself clean but not bare. We can remedy that.” He finished his glass and set it aside. “That one look was enough for me to masturbate three times that night. A waste of some good loads. They belonged in her pussy. Possibly mouth, maybe her ass. Is she an anal virgin?”

Why wasn’t I flipping this goddamned table and beating him over the head with that empty bottle of wine! Why was my cock getting hard at this brazen talk about my wife? The mother of my children. Why?

“Hm, I suppose we can discuss that later. I’m getting off track. I apologize. As I was saying. Your wife has caught my attention, and I plan on using my lifetime of skills to seduce her. Now, doing so would obviously make you a cuckold, you know what that means, I assume?”

My head bobbed, though I wasn’t sure why.

“Good. Now I don’t want you to worry. I’m not one of those men that’s going to try to steal your wife. I’ve had my fill of marriages and girlfriends. No, those days are past for me. I’m content with my bachelor life. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want company from time to time. That’s where Liz comes in.” Rob raised a hand, motioning to one of the servers and ordering another bottle of wine.

“Liz is the company you want?” I muttered the question as if I were ‌outside my body looking in.

“Yes. Liz was a wonderful hostess, and I have no doubt she will be a wonderful lover. I plan on treating her to delights and experiences she’s never dreamed of. As I said, I have a lifetime of experience, and I will use it for her benefit. As well as mine, of course.” The server returned with the bottle, and Rob casually poured us both another glass. 

“There’s a great deal about Liz I want to learn. She has this… quiet grace. As if she’s a plain stone church on the outside, but once the gates open, you will see the fine stained glass, the murals, the sculptures, the transcendent beauty. I plan on opening Liz up, seeing inside her, experiencing her holy place.” He clinked his glass against mine—still untouched.

Rob sat back, watching me quietly. This was the moment he was weighing me, gauging how I was going to respond. What would he do if I finally blew my top? Would he take the beating? Had he already done this song and dance before? Confronted a husband, declaring his intentions, and then either succeeding in his endeavor or getting beaten to a pulp?

“You seem very… confident.” I reached forward and grasped the stem of my glass, momentarily afraid I was going to snap it.

“It’s one of my virtues as well as a fault.”

“Are you planning a repeat visit to my home? If so, then you should know we have a security system. And I’m more than happy to call the police if need be, to file trespassing charges against you.” I hoped my stare was as threatening as I imagined. But Rob didn’t seem perturbed.

“I understand that and respect it completely. You want to protect your family. I admire that. And I have no intention of doing what I did this afternoon again. There won’t be a need.”

“Oh? And why is that?” My pulse was pounding loudly in my ears, screaming at me to do something. Anything besides just sitting and talking.

“I’ve made my intentions clear to Liz. And now I’ve laid out my desires to you as well. Now is the time you’ll discuss things with your wife. Come to a decision. I will respect if you decide that you’d like to expunge me from your life. If that’s the case, I’ll keep to my side of the fence, metaphorically speaking, unless you’d actually like to construct one between our properties.

“I…I don’t understand.” I growled. “You sit here and tell me you coped a feel of my wife. All but propositioned her to have an affair. Then you sit me down, wine me, and tell me you’re going to seduce my wife and ravage her. But you’ll respect my wishes if I say ‘no’?”

Rob’s laugh was jovial, almost Santa-like at how hearty it was. “It sounds somewhat absurd, doesn’t it? But that’s exactly what I’m proposing. I’m a rake for sure, but I’m not a monster. I don’t wish to tear up a loving family. This will be your decision, Alec. You and Liz. And I assure you, it will be to my liking.”

Deep, angry breaths were puffing from my nose as I clenched my jaw tight. I carefully spun my wineglass, making the dark vino slosh into a slowly growing whirlpool.

“Liz would never do something like that. Like what you’re proposing.”

Rob’s eyebrow rose and a knowing smirk crossed his face. “Oh? You think?”

I stood up abruptly, my glass teetering perilously. Rob looked up at me, watching calmly. “I don’t think. I know. I appreciate your…candor. Instead of sneaking around behind my back you’ve thrown your devious, lecherous plans in my face. I’m not sure if I should feel respected or insulted.”

“Respected,” Rob answered simply.

“Fine. In your own twisted mind, you’ve shown me respect. But none of what you’ve said is going to happen. I’d prefer if you didn’t make any more moves on my wife. We are neighbors, and I’d like us to be civil. But if you do anything to make Liz uncomfortable…” I let the threat hang.

Rob nodded. “I understand completely. And I promise, I won’t make any more unwanted moves or passes at your wife. And I agree, we are neighbors and should be friendly.”

It felt too easy. This man was throwing me for a loop. I couldn’t pin him down. One moment he’s telling me he’s going to make me a cuckold. The next he’s telling me he will respect my wishes and won’t come on to Liz again. What was I supposed to believe? Could I believe anything? If I were to choose, I’d believe that he was going to try to seduce my wife whether I liked it or not.

Standing up, Rob finished his glass and turned to me. “Men like you, Alec, who have secure marriages, loving and loyal wives, a well behaved family. You often have this deep - seated urge to explore what it’s like when that comfortable life is disrupted. Not ruined. You just want to dip your toes into the raging waters of a world unexplored. I’m offering you that opportunity. A way to safely…well, relatively…test the waters. You don’t know me extremely well, but I can assure you I’m respectful, clean, and have no intention of stealing anything. I’ve told you what I want. Now it’s up to you and Liz to decide when you’d like to give it to me.”

…

It was late when I got home. The kids were in bed, and I felt like I’d been dragged through a field of cacti. My head pounded. I hadn’t come home straight from the wine bar after Rob had left. Instead, I went to a local bar and did several shots, trying to erase the conversation from my mind. Instead, the alcohol just made the details sharper, and I drove myself home slowly with a splitting headache.

Closing the door as quietly as I could, I tried to figure out what to tell Liz. How were we supposed to handle a situation like this?

“Alec?” Liz stood at the top of the stairs, wrapped in her robe, hair damp from a shower, watching me with a worried expression.

I scrubbed my hands over my face, suddenly feeling exhausted. “I need a drink.” I muttered, slogging my way to the kitchen. It didn’t matter that I’d already had one too many shots at the bar, I needed more.

The lights were off, but I knew my way to the fridge, opening it and letting the light blind me briefly. I reached in and grabbed a beer and twisted off the cap, tossing it to the counter. Liz wasn’t far behind, coming up and laying her head on my shoulder.

“Honey. Talk to me.” She whispered.

I took a long drink before mustering the courage to answer. “Well…” I tapped the bottle against my forehead. “Rob admitted to making a pass at you.”

“Mhm,” Liz pressed her cheek to my shoulder.

“And…he…” Should I tell her? Tell my wife that our neighbor was dead set on seducing her and fucking her? What would she say? How would she react? She’d already admitted that it was flattering to be admired by an older man. Would confirmation of his attraction to her change that opinion? Would it be for the worse or the better?

“He uh…” I turned to her, meeting her patient gaze. Her dark brown eyes were full of trust and love. “He said he was attracted to you. That he would like to… to pursue you.” It was true. I didn’t want to lie, but telling her the whole truth felt dangerous. I didn’t want Liz worrying about being at home with Rob next door, wondering if he was going to come over and do something. As strange as it was, I actually believed that Rob was being truthful when he said he’d respect my wishes and not make another pass at Liz.

But it was clear, too, that Rob thought he wouldn’t have to do anything. That we would be the ones going to him and asking for it rather than him having to pursue her.

Liz wrapped her arms around me tighter. “I see.” She muttered. “Does he think I was showing interest?”

I shook my head. “He didn’t say anything like that.”

“You don’t think I led him on or anything, do you? I was just being friendly when I invited him over.” 

“Of course not.” I kissed her forehead. Liz was hardly one to tease someone. Even when we were dating, she never tried to tempt me. Oh, she would dress nicely, sexy even, but never in an attempt to ‌gain my attention. She already had it. She knew men looked, but didn’t flaunt herself in order to keep them looking. I didn’t doubt for a moment that Liz had been perfectly polite and conservative in her interactions with Rob.

But his words came back to me. She didn’t mean to flash me. Probably didn’t even realize she did. But that one glimpse I got…Her stomach, very firm, but still retaining the softness of a mother. Panty waist tight, giving her that little pinch of stomach flowing over it. Just the faintest evidence of a camel toe. 

My cock stirred at the memory of Rob’s attentive description. One tiny glimpse and the man had painted a picture of Liz that had my blood burning.

Liz’s hand cupped my erection. “Is someone getting excited about…another man’s attention?” Her voice was soft, barely a whisper. Guarded. But her grasp of my manhood said she was curious and not altogether bothered by the fact that I was getting aroused while we talked about Rob paying her attention. Or the idea that she’d been flirting.

“I…no, not exactly…” I cleared my throat and lowered my hands from her waist to her softly curving ass in her robe.

The tension and mood in the darkness of the kitchen was confusing. Liz moved her hand, sliding it into my jeans, gripping my growing erection. My hands squeezed her cheeks. Her eyes met mine, shining from the moonlight that shone through the windows.

“Are we okay?” She asked, hand slowly stroking in the confines of my pants.

I nodded, swallowing a groan, feeling her touch. “Yeah. It’s okay. Everything’s okay. Just… be careful around him.”

She started undoing my jeans, popping my button and pulling down the zipper to help free me. My boxers tented, bulging out along with Liz’s hand stroking me. “Are you getting excited about this? About Rob being attracted to me? It’s flattering. But you know I just want you.” There was a hint of desperation in her voice, like she was afraid I might think she was actually giving Rob attention.

I gripped her ass tighter, pulling the robe up and feeling the soft satin of the panties she was wearing, clinging to her behind. “I know. And…I…I don’t know, it’s…strange. I’m pissed. I wanna go over there and kick his ass. But…the way he talked about you…”

Liz squeezed me, and I gasped. “What did he say?” There was a note of genuine curiosity in her words.

Our eyes met. “He saw your panties when we first met him.”

Even in the dark I could see the blush in her cheeks and the falter in her rhythmic stroking. “Oh…I didn’t mean…”

“I know.” I gripped her ass tighter as I felt my balls clench from her continued pumping hand. “He just caught a glimpse. Your camel toe.” My breaths were becoming shorter.

“Those panties are a little tight.” She admitted, kissing the side of my neck. “I probably have a camel toe right now. Do you wanna see it?” She teased.

“Fu…mmm…Liz, I…” My legs were starting to tremble.

“Cum for me. Please.” She pushed open her robe, the silvery light of the evening spilled across her blue satin panties. Sure enough, her panties were pulled tightly over her pussy, showing a plump valley that shimmered in the soft ambiance of the kitchen.

“Liz…” I groaned, unsure what had brought on this burning need inside my wife. Was it because of Rob? Because I’d gone to confront him? Because another man had seen something intimate reserved only for me?

Did it matter?

Her eyes burned in the moonlight. She shrugged off her robe, standing before me in just her panties, her breasts swaying with the motion of her pumping arm. I stared down at her nipples, hard and standing out in the silver light. Her grip was tight, pumping faster, harder, longing for me to cum.

“Liz…” I groaned again.

“Cum, honey. Cum for me.”

I couldn’t hold back. My grip on her ass tightened as I stiffened and began to shoot my cum into my boxers and all over my wife’s hand. 

Liz’s pupils were blown. Mouth slightly open, panting and licking ‌her lips. “So hot. So thick.” She moaned, hand squeezing as I continued to spasm and empty my balls. “Mmmm honey.” Up on her toes, she pressed herself against me, pulling her hand out of my messy boxers, she grabbed my hair with her cum-stained hand and crushed her lips against mine.

I pulled her panties down, her ass jiggling as I did. My hand found its way to her warm, wet pussy. A finger slid in easily, making her groan into my mouth. Her tongue invaded, licking my teeth and twisting with my own tongue. She laced her sticky fingers into my hair, pulling roughly and biting my lip.

My fingers thrust into her pussy. I’d slid another one in. Two fingers stretching and seeking out her g-spot, curving and rubbing against it. Her leg wrapped around my waist, the other trembling as it barely held her up.

“Fuck. Fuck. Please, honey!” She groaned, biting harder and pulling at my bottom lip as my fingers sped up.

The squelching splashes of her pussy filled the quiet kitchen. Faster and faster. My eyes stared into hers, barely a couple of inches apart, our breaths mingling and the smell of her pussy permeating the entire space as Liz finally succumbed to her orgasm.

It rushed through her. Her eyes rolling back, teeth finally releasing my lip, tilting her head back, panting deep and loud. “Fuck! Fuck! God, Alec please god I’m cumming!” She moaned, hands gripping ‌me, nails digging into my arms. Juices splashed onto the floor, over my hand and arm.

She cried out and collapsed into my arms, my hand falling from her pussy and wrapping around her waist. I pulled her against me, her breasts rubbing against my shirt. My pants had fallen around my ankles. The adrenaline began to fade, and we stayed there, holding onto each other in the moonlight.

…

The next morning, things went back to normal. I woke up to my wife, wrapped in her robe, humming and making breakfast. She gave me a kiss and a cup of coffee when I came into the kitchen, pulling on my suit jacket.

The kids came running in, ready for cereal and cartoons.

It was a normal beginning to a normal day, as if last night hadn’t happened. We didn’t mention Rob. Or my meeting with him at the wine bar. It was as if our new neighbor didn’t exist.

I went to work.

The day was normal.

It was maddening.

…

The entire way home I was gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles were bone white. Every meeting. Every email. Even the interactions in the breakroom had been plagued by thoughts of what Rob had said to me. What my wife and I had done when I’d gotten home. Did it mean anything? Had Rob’s advances turned Liz on? My confrontation with him?

What was happening to us?

Spicing things up with porn had seemed like such a simple strategy. Now it was getting complicated.

Or maybe I was just overreacting. Rob didn’t need to be a factor. He was an older, randy man who had a thing for my wife. Not that odd. And I’d made my position clear. If he stayed away and respected our boundaries, then there wasn’t anything to worry about. But if he continued his advances…

My grip tightened on the wheel as I pulled into the driveway. Did I actually have it in me to fight someone?

That was a new question on top of many, many others.

Inside, the kids were already home, playing games on the television while Liz was once again in the kitchen.

“Have you ever thought about going back to work once the kids are older?” I asked, putting down my bag and pulling open the fridge to grab a beer.

She peeked over her shoulder as she steadily stirred the spaghetti sauce she was making. “Work? I’ve thought about it, but I like being a SAHM.”

I must have looked confused because she laughed. “Stay at home mom. I’m sure one day I’ll go back to work. Or something like it. But for now, I’m happy being at home.”

The beer was cold. Bitter. I swallowed heavily and just nodded.

“Alec,” Liz put the stirring spoon down and turned to me. She’d exchanged the robe she was wearing this morning for floral shorts and an old t-shirt. “Why are you asking?”

I shrugged.

She crossed her arms, looking at me seriously for the first time since last night. “Alec.”

I put the beer down and sighed. “Fine. I… I just thought maybe if you went back to work, you’d be out of the house.”

“And wouldn’t have to worry about Rob,” she finished.

Again, I shrugged.

Liz came forward and put a hand on my arm. “Alec. Honey. I’m a big girl. And I appreciate your concern. If it makes you feel any better, I have pepper spray close at hand and…” She held up her hand, her smartwatch on her wrist. “One emergency button call away. Plus, we have cameras. I’m safe. As safe as can be, anyway. And remember, I used to take that kickboxing class at the church. Push comes to shove, I can kick Rob straight into that overactive groin of his.”

It was impossible not to chuckle, especially when she flashed me that mischievous grin.

“Fine. Just… letting you know it’s an option.” I pulled her in for a hug even as she rolled her eyes.

“I know my options.” She muttered, kissing my cheek and going back to the stove before the sauce could burn. “Speaking of options, think maybe you’d be up for…” The look she gave me conveyed so much… It was full of heat that made my cock twitch.

“Uh…yeah. Definitely. I um… I haven’t gotten a new video or anything…”

She shook her head. “No. I… I got something this afternoon when I went grocery shopping.”

I blinked. “You… you got something?”

Liz kept her attention on the sauce. “Yeah. Not… from the store you usually go to… but… another place.”

A sudden shout from the living room broke the tension.

“Go make sure they aren’t killing each other.” Liz smiled. “We can talk about this tonight after they’re in bed.”

I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to walk away. But the shouts were growing louder, and the last thing I wanted was for a fight to break out and a television or game controller to get smashed. 

I gave one last look at my wife as she hummed softly and cooked dinner before going to diffuse whatever childish argument was growing into an all out war.

…

Putting children to bed can be as hazardous and stressful as walking through a minefield. For the most part, Jessica and Patricia were very well behaved. Wild. Chaotic. Fun. But they followed the rules and listened to directions. But there was something about the sun going down and the moon coming up that made them go nuts (and it didn’t even have to be a full moon either).

Liz asked me to take care of bedtime duties, lightly whispering that she had some plans for tonight and wanted to prepare.

How could I say no to that?

Once Jessica was finally down, softly snoring and dreaming of crazed unicorns vomiting rainbows (yes, she told me about her dreams, and that’s the least strange), I slipped back into my bedroom and slumped back onto the bed.

“Everything go okay?” Liz’s voice drifted from our bathroom. “Sounded kinda rough.” The lilt in her voice made me glare at the partially closed bathroom door.

“Bit more crazy than usual. I blame you for letting them have popsicles after dinner.”

Liz’s laughter filtered through the door. “Sorry. But you know how they get after those little sugar rushes. They sleep hard. Which is what I wanted.”

I sat up, keeping my eyes on the doorway. “Oh? And why do you want the kids to sleep so soundly?”

She peeked around the doorway. Nothing about her face seemed different. It was washed. Free of makeup. Even without it, she was glowing and beautiful. There was a glint in the look she gave me that had my mouth turning dry. “What did you think about what we did the other night?”

The question threw me for a second. Too much of my blood was rushing to my crotch, slowing down my brain’s processing speed. But it came back in a flash as we matched gazes. Liz lying on the bed. Tied up. Begging. At my mercy.

“I… it was intense. Amazing.” I watched my wife’s cheeks turn rosy. “Was it too much? Don’t be embarrassed. I thought it was fantastic!” The last thing I wanted was Liz to crawl back into her shell when she was just beginning to peek out. Watching porn, begging to be tied up, these were big steps for us and I didn’t want her to feel that overwhelming shame she’d been raised with again.

I knew my reasoning was partially selfish. I wanted to indulge in new sexual adventures. But I also wanted Liz to get over this lifetime of shame that had been piled upon her. The constant barrage of lessons and indoctrination about how sex was bad, dirty, wrong. I knew she didn’t fully believe that anymore. But something like that was hard to get over, even with help. Liz was my partner, I wanted what was best for her and for us.

Her grin was wide. “I’m not… embarrassed. Not exactly. I mean… It was pretty wild. I’ve never let go like that and… something about it…” I could see a shiver run through her. She was still hiding behind the door, peeking out. What was she hiding?

I stood up, taking a step toward her.

Liz shook her head. “Stay.” The command was firm, and for some reason, that singular declaration made me even harder. I stopped in my tracks, standing next to the bed, watching her.

“I put the new video I got in the blu-ray player.” She motioned to the television we had sitting on our dresser across from the bed. “Go ahead and play it. I’ll be out when I’m… when I’m ready.”

“Have you already watched it?” I asked, taking a hesitant step towards our media set up.

“Yeah. I’ll explain everything, I promise.” She timidly hid herself behind the door, revealing only her eyes. It was cute…but also horrifying. I couldn’t decide if she was just being shy or if this was the creepy moment in a horror movie where the dark creature was peeking out at its soon to be victim.

All I could do was nod. My body and brain were at war with my primal desire. I wanted to watch this video that had somehow inspired my wife to act this way. But, ‌this was completely off the wall behavior from Liz. She wasn’t secretive. We’d always been honest and upfront with each other. No secrets.

What was going on? What was waiting for me on this video? What was waiting for me behind the bathroom door? Why didn’t Liz want me to see her yet?

I met her eyes again, trying to figure out… well, trying to figure out anything. But all I saw was raw trust. A desire in my wife’s eyes for me to trust and follow her directions. Wanting to try something new and hoping I would go along and let her lead the way.

I pressed play.

Liz smiled and quickly shut the door.

Left alone, I sat back on the bed and began to watch the video my wife had chosen. The one that had her acting so strangely.

It began with the title. On the Edge. It looked to be something more amateur than what we’d been viewing.

Once the title faded, I was quickly taken aback by the first image. A large, thick cock. Fully erect. The camera was in a POV position, clearly from the male’s perspective. The cock was throbbing and clearly visible, taking up most of the screen. Behind it, the background was blurry, but it was still clear enough for me to tell that the video was taking place in a bedroom.

For almost a solid minute, all that played on screen was this very sizable penis. It pulsed with the man’s heartbeat. Thick. Tip dripping little beads of pre-cum. The atmosphere was tense on screen even though nothing was happening. Which made what happened next ratchet up that tension even higher.

In the blurred background, a figure appeared in the doorway leading to what looked like a closet. A second later the focus changed, and the person came into sharp clarity. It was a woman, willowy and slim. She wore a black corset that had a shine to it, making it look as if it were wet. A short skirt flared out around her hips, short enough that you could see the tight black panties clinging between her thighs. The chest of the corset was open, showing a generous amount of cleavage. Garter straps dug into the woman’s thighs, clipped to black fishnet stockings that were just as tightly clinging to her and digging in, causing a small pop of flesh over the tops. Her hair was long, lustrous honey. Eyes burning bright blue. Soft satin black gloves covered her hands all the way to her elbows. And to top it off, he wore five inch black platform heels.

She was exactly what I’d pictured a dominatrix would look like. Had Liz bought a BDSM movie? That didn’t seem far-fetched after what we’d done the other night. And considering the last video I’d brought home had been about submission and domination, I suppose that I shouldn’t have been surprised. Maybe this was the key. Had witnessing a woman getting dominated and used been the trigger? The way to open up the doors of her sexuality and finally let loose?

I watched as the woman came forward. She bent at the waist, face coming into frame, just inches away from the pulsing cock taking up most of the screen. It was responding just as enthusiastically as my own penis was. My pants were tented painfully, but I resisted the urge to open them up. I didn’t know what Liz had planned, so I didn’t want to get ahead of myself.

The woman’s cleavage was in sharp definition behind the cock, breasts tightly held but still jiggling in the corset. Looking directly into the camera, she wrapped one satin gloved hand around the thick base of the cock and squeezed.

A moan could be heard off screen, making the woman’s devilishly red lips turn up in a smile. “You like that?” Her voice was husky, dripping with seduction, power, and control. “Does my big boy like feeling my hand around him? Mmmm you’re so thick. So hard.” Her hand moved up slowly, clearly no longer gripping tightly, but loosely so the soft material caressed his throbbing shaft.

My cock throbbed as I sat watching.

Once the woman’s hand came to the tip, she traced her thumb around the tip, softly moaning. “Mmmm already leaking.” Pulling the thumb away, thick glistening strings of pre-cum dripped from the satin back to the purple head. “So thick. Sticky. Mmm, it smells so musky. I’ll bet it tastes sweet.”

She moved closer and let her lips just barely touch his frenulum. Her eyes were still on the camera. On me. I could almost put myself in the position of the person sitting there, holding the camera, filming this heavenly torture.

Her red lips kissed slowly. Once. Twice. They parted and her pink tongue slipped out, lapped against the small space where the mushroom of the penis came together. A little string of pre-cum attached the cock with her tongue.

“Mmmmm. Tasty. Salty.” Another soft kiss, this one making the cock bounce with need.

The woman giggled, her tits jiggling even more. “So eager. Is my big boy in pain? Does he need relief?” Tilting her head, she traced her lips along the pulsing vein down the side of the penis. She replaced her hand at his base, squeezing again. I could see her wrist flexing, squeezing in time with what I assumed was either her heartbeat or the heartbeat of her lover.

Sounds of deep breathing came through the speakers. From the woman. From the man filming and being teased. She moved her lips, sliding them along his length down and then up the other side. When she repeated the motion, she allowed her tongue to slither out and leave a shimmering trace of saliva. Her other hand cupped the man’s balls, softly caressing them as she worshiped.

“So beautiful.” She whispered, lips coming up to the top again and pressing down, sucking at just the barest amount of his tip. Pulling away, even more thick strings of pre-cum dripped from her lips and along his head. “Mmmmm so warm. So sweet and bitter.” She began stroking him, up and down, this time with a tighter grip.

I stared at the video, transfixed. Liz said she’d watched this already. What did she think of it? Was she hiding in the bathroom because she was too embarrassed to sit with me and watch? Had she enjoyed this? Was this something she was interested in? Clearly she was interested in submission, maybe a dabble of BDSM. I tried to reason through things but couldn’t. Too much of my blood was in the wrong head.

With a deep, satisfied groan from both participants, the woman kissed the head again, but this time opened her lips and allowed them to glide over him, swallowing the thick, raging cockhead into her moist, warm mouth. Her eyes remained locked on the screen, brilliantly burning blue stars. She moaned, taking the head, slurping softly and messily like she was sucking on a popsicle. 

The man’s breathing became deeper and more erratic.

Her hand began to stroke more firmly and steadily. Up and down. A soft swishing sound made from the soft satin and the tender flesh of his cock. Her mouth moved up and down. sploop splop swump schluck. Saliva began to bubble and slide down the shaft, pooling around her fingers as she stroked. Hungry moans emanated from the woman’s throat as she bobbed. Her breasts bounced, the corset becoming slightly unzipped down the front, allowing for more of her tits to spill out. A flash of a nipple sent a bolt through me.

For several long minutes, the woman sucked the man’s cock with fervent need. Hands stroking and fondling in time with her swirling tongue and lips.

The tent in my pants was becoming unbearably painful.

Suddenly she pulled off with a loud, wet pop. The man’s cock was dripping with pre-cum and saliva. It made his cock glisten in the light of the room. She wrapped her hands around him, twisting and stroking slowly. “That’s it, baby. Mmmm I want my big boy to let loose. Let go.”

A deep groan made the speakers crackle

Burning blue eyes captured me as I watched her skillfully jerk the man’s cock faster. Faster. Satin rubbing his skin.

His pants grew erratic.

“Yeah. Yes, baby. Explode for me, big boy. Shoot your big thick load!” Her words were deep and hungry.

“Ahhh…hahhhhhhhahhhhh.” The man behind the camera gasped, and his cock began to expand.

As suddenly as she’d started stroking, she let go of his cock. It spasmed freely and his groans turned to sharp gasps of disappointment. But there was no stopping his orgasm. Cum spewed and oozed out from his tip, gushing over the head, coating it and glazing it.

“Mmmm that’s right. All over your cock. Cum on yourself, big boy.” The woman giggled mockingly, but with sincere delight. 

Cum shot all over, covering himself as the woman looked on, licking her lips and smiling. She’d brought him to orgasm, but at the last minute, basically ruined it. Maybe not completely, but enough.

She looked directly into the camera with a mischievous, teasing smile. “Good boy.” She breathed.

The scene faded out.

Liz pressed stop on the blu-ray player.

I hadn’t noticed her coming out of the bathroom. The video had my full attention, cock pressing hard in my pants to the point everything had dimmed except for what was happening on screen. When the screen went blank, it took a moment for the world to come back into focus. My brain registered that my wife was standing next to the dresser, but it took several seconds before I noticed what she was wearing.

The cherry red babydoll was completely sheer. Her nipples stood out, dark and hard, pressing against the thin material. It was short, barely reaching past her hips, leaving the sheer red g-string exposed. It clung so tightly to her pussy, her light pubic hair matted beneath, further accenting the tight slit down the center. She’d pulled her hair back into a ponytail and applied just the lightest amount of makeup, but her lipstick was bright red and glistening.

I watched her standing before me, confident and yet shy. She held a small camcorder in one hand and one of the ties I’d used to tie her up with in the other.

“I…L… Liz?” My voice was strained. I’d never seen her in something so… risque. So sexy. I’d bought this outfit for her almost two years ago for a Valentine’s Day present. Honestly, I thought she’d gotten rid of it after telling me that she just couldn’t bring herself to wear it. That it felt too embarrassing.

I remember that night well. It was a disappointment that she wouldn’t wear the outfit. She’d come to bed in a pair of red full back satin panties and bra. It was sexy in its own right, and the sex was amazing. But still, I’d dreamed of her wearing the lingerie.

Now my dream had come true. My wife was standing in front of me dressed in something revealing, accentuating her firm curves and beautiful breasts. There was a blush to her cheeks. A clear sign of her nerves and embarrassment, and an eagerness I’d never seen before.

My mouth ran dry.

She held the camera out to me. “I wanna make a movie.”