Chapter 3

I stared out the window, sitting at the table, sipping my coffee, eyeing the house next door. It was hard not to picture Robert as some sort of sinister figure. Watching us through the closed blinds. Plotting. Spying. Our confrontation was still raw, itching at me.

The man’s confidence was… unsettling.

Liz’s hand touched my shoulder. Warm. Reassuring. Her lips touched the top of my head, and I caught the deep scent of her. Her skin. Sweat. The lingering smell of her sex.

My eyes darted away from the house next door and caught a glimpse of Liz’s robe hanging open. Her bare breast was just inches from my face. Her lean frame and soft stomach with its trace of stretch marks and the nicely trimmed hair of her pussy framed between her warm thighs.

She let me look for a second, just a tease, then closed and tied the robe shut. “Are you honestly worried about him?” Liz asked, slipping into the chair next to me, her own mug of coffee in hand. 

I clicked my tongue thoughtfully, turning my mug on the table. “I…no.” It came out as a sigh, almost defeated. “No, I don't think he’s dangerous. An arrogant, horny old man? Yeah. But not someone who’s gonna be violent or anything.” I don’t know why that didn’t bother me like it should have.

Rob’s words were still resonating with me. Worming their way in. Filling my head with very odd thoughts and my sleep with dreams.

Liz rested her chin on her palm, elbow propped on the table. “Is it really so bad that he’s attracted to me?”

I glared playfully. “I suppose not. I’m sure it’s flattering. But…”

“You’re worried he’s gonna come over and seduce me. Sweep me off my feet. Steal me away.” She said it almost mockingly with a grin, sipping her coffee and giving me a wink.

I groaned. “Could you take this seriously? We have a sexual predator for a neighbor. A serial cheater and adulterer who has his eyes set on you.”

Liz sighed. “Honey, please don’t worry. Yes, it's flattering and kinda kinky in a way considering what he told you. But I’m not some brainless bimbo. I know I’m not all that experienced…” She paused and bit her lip, “But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna be tricked into something. Like I said, I’m a big girl.” She put a hand on mine. “You don’t need to worry.”

I turned my gaze back to the window. It was early morning, early enough that the kids were still asleep and wouldn’t need to be up for school for another hour. Last night had been…intense. Liz’s recent sudden sexual awakening had manifested itself in a whole new way, and we had the video evidence to prove it now.

Just thinking about it started to make me hard again, tenting my boxers.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Liz giggled, reaching under the table and tapping my erection like it was a microphone, testing to see if it was on.

I couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “Sorry. Just thinking about last night.”

Liz’s cheeks went red. “Oh. Good things, I’m guessing?”

“What do you think?” I waved my hand at my erection which made her smile.

“It wasn’t too much?” She looked down at her coffee, cheeks still crimson, biting her lip worried.

“No. Surprising. But it was good. Definitely unexpected.” I turned to my wife, waiting for her to meet my gaze. “Do you wanna talk about it? This new…” I couldn’t find a word for what Liz had asked for last night. What she’d had me film and was now sitting on an SD card ready to be played back for our critique and entertainment.

Liz settled back, holding her coffee close. I noticed how her gaze went to the window. To the house next door for just a second, before turning back to me. “I… don’t really know. This is new. Like you said. And I don’t know exactly how to define what I’m feeling. Wanting. I mean…” Her nail tapped at the ceramic mug. “On the one hand, I’ve heard all these stories about people who’ve grown up in strict, sexually repressed homes, and when they get out and find kinks…”

Things went quiet.

I sat patiently. I’d been dying for Liz and I to grow sexually. To explore. It’s why I’d gotten that first porn video. An attempt to pull us both out of the routine. And now that things were finally rolling, loosening up and blossoming, we were finding ourselves in uncharted territory. Maybe not dangerous, not like Rob was. But different. It would have been easy to just run full speed into it. But that was a good way of tripping and falling and getting hurt.

Clink. Clink. Clink. She continued tapping her nails against her mug, making it sound like the gears of her brain turning.

“Is it bad, Alec? You said it was good. But that doesn’t mean that you ‘liked’ it.” She gave me a serious look. “You’ve always been the one in control. Was it really okay that I took that away from you?”

Flashes of what we did last night. Of the video I’d watched. Liz walking out, confident but also timid. Nervous. Setting up the camera. Letting her lay me back, and this time… she tied me up. Feeling her mouth tease me, swallowing my cock deep and then just lightly licking with the tip. Stroking me to the edge and then letting go, leaving me to pulse and throb. Sucking my balls like they were jawbreakers. The long long minutes of going through it all until she sucked on my frenulum until I shot my load all over my stomach and her lips and chin.

Liz had been in complete control. I’d been powerless.

The pleasure was undeniable. But she was right; it was different. Good. But… scary too. The look in Liz’s eyes had been frightening. There was a lust for power. Something intoxicating and hypnotic about the power she’d taken and wielded.

Feeling powerless…that was new. Uncomfortable. It felt too much like how I’d felt sitting with Rob in that wine bar. Him telling me what he wanted. What he was going to get. Essentially sidelining me in no uncertain terms. Treating me as if I’d just… take it.

Take it like I’d taken Liz’s torcher last night. Moaned and begged and endured her denial. She’d owned me. And that wasn’t the dynamic we’d had for the last decade.

I’d been the man. The one in control. Not that I really cared all that much. I wasn’t some alpha bro asshole. It was just the rhythm we’d fallen into because of our religious upbringing. Man was the head. Women submitted to the man. Yada, yada, yada. We didn’t buy into the more severe version of that mentality. I wasn’t in control of Liz, but it was just a rough sort of order in the chaos of marriage and parenthood.

Last night, that had changed. Just for an hour. A little slice of time. A moment. I’d allowed her to be in command. Our organization was upended.

The world didn’t end. I wasn’t suddenly some sissy.

I’d just enjoyed an amazing orgasm. And then Liz had sat on my face, and I’d eaten her to her own orgasm.

After she’d untied me quickly and we cuddled close. Holding each other tight like one of us might get up and leave.

Instead, we fell into a peaceful sleep. And now here we were, sitting and having coffee and talking about how our lives had taken a very different turn.

“It’s not bad, Liz. Not at all.” I squeezed her hand. “I really liked last night. Yeah, it was… different. I’ve never let go like that. Allowed myself to be…vulnerable…” I paused. Liz sat quietly, nodding as if she understood. Hell, she probably understood better than I did. She’d been ‘submitting’ for years. And the other night I’d been the one to tie her down. But she’d requested it. Last night, being tied down wasn’t something I’d wanted. It had been what she wanted.

“I was reading up on this kinda stuff. BDSM,” Liz nibbled her lip. “I think maybe…if we wanna keep exploring, all the blogs and stuff say we should have proper boundaries. A safe word or signal.”

I nearly choked on my coffee. “Safe word? Are you planning to do something that extreme?”

She shook her head and glared. “No. No, of course not. But a safe word isn’t always about extremes. It’s about comfort and trust. Like if last night, what I was doing was too much. You could have told me to stop. A word or signal that was final. A switch. You say it and I’d stop and we would rest and reconnect and check in.”

“Sounds…complicated,” I muttered.

Liz shrugged. “I mean. Sex is complicated. We’ve figured that out. All that basic talk about penis goes in vagina was only the bare basics. They never talked about emotions. About orgasms. Feelings. All that stuff that’s involved too.” Liz sighed. “I know we’ve been fairly vanilla. Happy. But basic. And ever since we’ve been watching those videos, it’s like something has sparked. And that last one you got, of the women getting tied up… I don’t know, Alec. It just… something opened up when I saw it. And last night… it was just another part of it. Another facet.”

We squeezed hands.

“I want to explore this.” Liz finally confessed after a minute. “I don’t wanna run away just because it was uncomfortable. I’m not saying you should just suck it up or something. I want us to figure this out. To come to common ground about what we like and don’t like. Want and don’t want. I wanna grow with you. In this.” There was a desperation in her expression that made my chest tighten.

“I want it too.” I pulled her over to me, glancing at her nudity as the robe fluttered open for a second before she settled onto my lap and rested her head on my shoulder. “I want us to figure all this out together.”

The conversation died, not finished but settled for the moment as we cuddled and drank our coffee.

My eyes darted one last time over to Rob’s house. The kitchen blinds were open enough that I could see a shadow. A silhouette. Watching us through our wide open windows.

…

It was a struggle to go to work. Knowing Rob was next door. Knowing what he wanted and what he’d stated to me.

It was also a struggle because I wanted to stay home and explore more with my wife. Make another video. Do…things. I was perpetually hard all day at my desk. Thinking of my naked grandma and dead puppies did nothing to make my erection go down.

Throughout the day, Liz and I texted like usual. Little notes. I love you's. Nothing substantial and nothing hinting at what we’d been discussing that morning. It was around noon when my curiosity got the better of me. I couldn’t honestly say why I opted to open ‌the security app on my phone and check the cameras. Maybe it was worry. Maybe I just wanted to see my wife, know she was okay, and things were normal. But whatever the reason, I ended up opening the video feed and nearly choked.

Liz was in the living room. Sitting on the couch. And Rob was sitting next to her, his hand on her thigh. It wasn’t too high, more on her knee rather than her thigh, but the distinction was irrelevant. He was dressed in a nice pair of slacks and a button down that strained against his husky form. Liz had her hands folded in her lap, wearing a simple summer dress that she’d put on at some point after I’d left for work.

They were talking.

Rob’s hand was steady on my wife’s knee. There was a small gift bag on the coffee table. As they talked, Rob’s grin was wide and heavy. He motioned to the bag. I saw Liz look at it, then back to Rob. Her face was serious, but not tense. She wasn’t removing Rob’s hand.

I watched them talk for nearly five minutes before Rob patted her knee and stood up. Liz rose as well and ushered Rob to the door. They said their goodbyes, and then the door was shut and Liz was standing there, hand on the lock and clearly breathing heavily.

I quickly switched to the doorbell camera. Rob was whistling and happily strolled down the steps and across the lawn towards his house, vanishing from view.

By the time I switched back to the cameras inside, Liz had taken the bag that Rob had left and was already heading upstairs. We didn’t have cameras in the bedroom. I was left with a view of the living room. Empty. But I could still see the ghosts of my wife and neighbor sitting and talking.

What had they said? What was going on?

My phone buzzed with a text, and I nearly dropped it in surprise.

It was from Liz.

Liz: Rob just came by. Nothing happened. I’ll tell you all about it tonight.

Should I respond? Tell her I saw them together on the camera? Was that creepy? Too much like I didn’t trust her and was spying?

Another buzz.

Liz: Honey?

Alec: Okay.

I didn’t know what else to say.

Liz: I love you <3

Alec: I love you too

I slumped in my chair, my stomach twisting with a new sort of dread that I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to overcome.

…

I closed the door to Jessica’s room softly. It’d taken a while to get her to go to sleep, as if the universe were conspiring against me to keep me away from Liz and the discussion I’d been dying to have since getting home.

Liz had greeted me as if nothing had happened. And before I could even attempt talking to her about what she’d texted and what I’d seen on the security cameras, our daughters had swarmed and taken my attention all through dinner. Only now that they were both sound asleep did I finally have a second to breathe and let the looming dread settle on my shoulders as I went downstairs.

The soft clink and splashing of dishes in the sink drew me in. My steps were like those of a ghost, soft and ethereal as I walked into the kitchen. Liz was at the sink, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, apron tied over her dress, scrubbing at a pan with fascinated intensity.

“Hey,” she whispered, firmly scouring a particularly difficult spot on the pan.

“Hey,” I answered, settling down at the table, watching her.

We were silent as she finished, putting the pan in the drying rack, untying her apron and hanging it on the back of the pantry door before going to the coffeemaker and pouring both of us a cup. She set down a mug in front of me and then sat across from me, slowly swirling a spoon in her coffee, stirring in the sugar she’d poured in.

“So…” I gripped my mug tightly.

“Before you get upset. I want you to know nothing happened.” Liz interrupted firmly.

I held my breath as well as my tongue. I wanted to tell her I’d watched her on the cameras. Seen how close he’d sat with her. His hand on her knee. The gift bag that I still didn’t know what was in it. When Rob had left, he hadn’t seemed like a man who had been chastised or rebuffed. In fact, he looked confident and accomplished.

What had they talked about?

Liz sipped her coffee. “Rob came over, and at first I wasn’t going to let him in at all. After what you told me and how he made a pass at me, I was ready to give him the sort of verbal abuse I got from the nuns at school. But before I could say anything, Rob apologized.”

I wanted to laugh. Apologized? Really?

“He was very frank. Very earnest.” Liz was staring at her mug thoughtfully. “Rob didn’t try to deny or explain away what he’d done when he visited. And he freely admitted what he said to you at the bar.” She paused, nails tapping her mug. “He told me he’d love to properly explain himself.”

“And that’s why you let him in?” I gritted my teeth.

Liz nodded. “Yes. But I made it clear that I’d give him a swift kick in his arrogant balls if he did anything that made me uncomfortable.” She smiled at that memory.

I wished I’d felt reassured at her threat. But it felt hollow.

“We sat down, and he explained his position.” She bit her lip thoughtfully. “Rob was very… graphic. He said that he’s been with many women and that he’s gotten a lot of experience that he was simply offering to share with us. Don’t look at me like that, Alec, he said the same thing to you, or as good as. The man is as confident as a porn star, or so I suppose. Nothing humble about the way he told me about the women he’d satisfied.”

I pushed my mug away and sat back, scrubbing my fingers through my hair. “That’s fucking prick.”

Liz sighed. “Don’t get upset, honey. Really. In a way, it was flattering. The fact that he wants to have his way and thinks he can show me a thing or two. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I agree. He’s an arrogant, narcissistic prick. But at least he’s honest.”

That was true. The man was being completely transparent. Upfront. No hidden agenda. He wanted to bed Liz. Show her all his well earned skills. And he wasn’t excluding me. No little whispers about cheating or hiding things from her husband. Rob actually wanted me to know. To be involved somehow.

I still couldn’t figure out if that was actually respectable or Rob’s way of subtly mocking me.

“He brought over a… peace offering.” Liz tensed. “It was even more forward than our discussion. But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by now. Rob’s been nothing but consistent in his lecherous behavior.”

Leaning forward, I put my elbows on the table and face in my hands. “What did he bring?”

Liz cleared her throat. “I think it’s better if I show you. But… before that, let me finish. Rob apologized for making me uncomfortable, though he seemed to think I liked the attention. He wants us to be good neighbors. To be able to have dinners together like we did. But he also told me in no uncertain terms that he’s going to flirt with me.”

I stood up, ready to march over to Rob’s and punch him in his husky gut.

“Sit down, honey. Don’t be one of those men. Don’t think you have to go over and defend my virtue or whatever.” Liz glared, actually upset at my desire to put Rob in his place because of his disrespectful behavior.

For a minute, we just locked eyes. Liz didn’t back down. When she was determined there was nothing I could do to deter her. I sat down. Reluctantly.

“Thank you.” Liz reached over and took my hand, squeezing firmly. “I love you, Alec. I love that your instinct is to protect me. To shelter me from the likes of someone like Rob. But please, don’t do something stupid. The man’s a debaucherous lecher for sure. A pervert. But he’s not a threat.” She released my hand and cradled her coffee. “He told me he would still flirt, it’s simply who he is. But if I said the word, he’d stop. No ifs, ands, or buts.”

“And you believe him?” I scoffed.

“So far Rob has been nothing but consistent and honest with us. So I suppose I do, but not overly so.” She admitted. “As crazy as the man seems, he’s also sensible. Measured. I don’t think he’d do anything to get himself in trouble or cause us to call the authorities on him. It’s a small neighborhood, Alec. Even if we don’t get police involved because of harassment or something, the court of public opinion would probably be enough to drive him away. Just imagine us spreading the word about his behavior to the other neighbors.”

That made me shudder. Liz was right. I’d already heard things about Rob through the grapevine, but if something more sinister got out about him to our neighbors across the street or down the block, Rob might find himself in a very uncomfortable situation. It was the paradox of a small neighborhood. Everyone was in everyone's business and knew more than they should. But they also kept secrets tight to the chest. People might suspect and whisper about Rob’s perverted ways. But unless people began to openly talk, then it would remain one of those well kept secrets all little communities had that went to the grave.

I sighed and slumped back. As true as what Liz was saying, it didn’t make me feel any more comfortable.

“Was that it?” I finally asked, looking back at my wife as she finished her coffee.

“Yes,” she said simply, picking up my mug and taking it and hers to the sink. “He gave me his assurance that he wouldn’t do anything that would offend. Then he told me he was going out of town for a few days on business and asked if we might look after his house. He has a few plants that need watering.”

Laughter burst out of me. “Seriously? He asked you to look after his house? His plants? After all, but propositioning you in our own home?”

Liz turned, arms crossed under her beautiful bosom. “Alec. He didn’t proposition me. He was honest about his desires, but apologized for his actions. He wanted to be civil with us. I don’t honestly think his plants would suffer all that much if he didn’t water them for a few days. Don’t you get it?” She reached into her dress pocket and pulled out a key. “He gave us the key to his house, Alec. Told us he’s going to be away. This is a peace offering. He’s literally giving us access to his house. We could go over there and snoop into everything. His trash. His sock drawer. We could even vandalize the place if we wanted, and I don’t think he’d say anything.”

The laughter died as I considered what my wife was saying.

“Right after he finished apologizing and telling me what his intentions were, he gave me the key to his house. He gave us an opportunity to invade his privacy. To get to know him in a way we otherwise wouldn’t be able to. An olive branch. A chance to show trust to us and for us to maybe trust him, even if he thinks more with his penis than his brain.”

That made me snort, and Liz flashed a grin.

“Okay,” I muttered finally. “Okay. I get it. He wanted us to water his plants, but in reality we have the opportunity to snoop. To figure out exactly who he is unhindered.”

Liz nodded curtly and put the key back into her pocket. “So…” She took a deep breath. “Now that I’ve told you this, all of it, are you still wanting to go over there and beat him up or some nonsense?”

I got up and went to stand in front of her, putting my hands on her narrow hips. “I’m always going to want to beat the crap out of someone who objectifies you.”

Liz rolled her eyes, but put her hands on my shoulders. “Are you going to beat yourself up then? Because I saw how you were looking at my ass while I was making dinner.”

“The skirt is a bit tight. And I could see your panty lines. So sue me.”

Her laughter was beautiful, her hands rubbing my shoulders reassuringly. “You’re such an idiot sometimes.”

“Your idiot.” I quipped.

“Yeah. My idiot. I’ve gotta live with my choices, I guess.”

Liz yelped when I squeezed her hips and pulled her close. Our lips met, her arms wrapping around my neck and mine wrapping around her waist, pulling her even closer.

“I love you.” I whispered against her lips.

“I love you too,” she answered, tongue licking my lip.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, wrapped up in each other, kissing, breathing each other in. Then a gnawing question found its way back to the forefront of my mind, and I broke the warm kiss we were enjoying and gazed into my wife’s eyes, nervous about the answer to the question I was going to ask.

“So…what did Rob give you? What was in the gift bag?”

Liz stayed silent for a minute before her eyes narrowed, and a smile formed on her lips. “Who said it was a gift bag? Has someone been watching me on the cameras? Do you not trust me?” It was playful, the way she said it. Her fingers curled into the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling gently as if to scold me for spying.

“I just… it was a coincidence. I just wanted to see you, and he happened to be here when I looked.”

“Hmmmm.” She muttered, but continued to smile. “Well, like I said. I think it’s best I show you.”

…

The gift bag was sitting on the bed. Liz shut the bedroom door behind us and locked it, a habit we had so the girls wouldn’t accidentally walk in on them.

I marched straight to that offending bag that had been haunting my mind since I’d seen it on the security cameras. It was a simple black bag, thick paper with satin ribbon handles. There was an embossed logo of a large looking letter O on the side.

Liz stayed at the door, watching me. I could feel her eyes on my back as I stood before the bag like it was a rabid animal that might jump up and maul me. Whatever was inside might do more damage to me than some vicious animal. Light purple tissue paper stuck up from the top, hiding the contents.

My breath was labored. Mind foggy. What could Rob have possibly given Liz as a ‘peace offering’? I pulled out the tissue paper, tossing it and letting it flutter to the floor.

Inside the bag was a DVD case with no label and a folded pair of panties. I ignored the DVD and pulled out the underwear. They were a soft lilac color, thin mesh boy shortcut cheeky panties that flared like a skirt around the legs. Completely sheer. If Liz put these on, nothing would be hidden at all. 

“He… gave you a pair of panties…as a peace offering.” I muttered flatly, staring at the garment dangling from my finger.

Liz cleared her throat. Took a deep, calming breath. When she spoke, she was controlled and steady. “He said they were more for you than me. He thought you’d enjoy seeing me wear them.”

My cheeks were red, but I wasn’t sure if it was because I was furious or embarrassed, or aroused. Was it possible for it to be all three?

“What’s on the DVD?” I didn’t look back in the bag, instead keeping my eyes on the sheer light purple mesh that it was impossible not to picture Liz wearing.

She was quiet, biting her lip and shuffling her feet like she was one of our daughters who’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

“I only… um, I only watched a minute of it. When I realized what it was… well, I figured it wouldn’t be appropriate to watch it… at least without you.”

“What was it?” Now I was meeting my wife’s gaze and saw her flushed cheeks. She was shuffling in discomfort, or… maybe she was rubbing her thighs together? I watched her, the skirt of her dress fluttering.

“It was…” She let out a shivering breath. “It was a video of Rob… and a woman.”

“Wh…”

Liz took a quick step forward, hand on my arm to steady me. She must have seen murder in my eyes. “Alec. Take a breath. Count. Slow down. This isn’t a surprise. Rob has been very clear. He’s trying to seduce me. To seduce us. As much as he’s said he will respect our boundaries, he’s going to push until we tell him flat out to stop.”

“And why haven’t we?” It came out as a heavy breath. An earnest question. One I honestly didn’t have an answer to. He’d confronted me and told me what he wanted. But I hadn’t splashed wine in his face or broke a bottle over his head and told him to stay the fuck away from my family.

Rob had come over when Liz was alone. He’d flirted. Done exactly what he’d done with me and then given a ‘gift.’ Underwear and porn. And yet Liz hadn’t scratched his eyes out, sprayed him with pepper spray, and kicked him to the curb screaming that she would call the police. In fact, now that I thought about it, Liz had told me everything except that Rob had touched her leg. Rubbed her knee. Did that mean something? Or was I just so utterly twisted up and paranoid that I was looking into every little tiny thing like some conspiracy theorist.

“Why haven’t we?” I asked again, realizing I was still holding the underwear in my hand, now balled in my fist.

Liz let her hand slide to my clenched fist, fingers pulling it open and taking the panties from me. “I don’t know, honey. I honestly don’t know. Rob…scares me. Not like that, I think he’s threatening. But because… because he’s so bold. So forward. I’ve never had a man act this way towards me. When you wanted to date me, you were focused but shy. And when we started getting intimate, remember how we were so nervous?”

I nodded, remembering those times fumbling in the backseat of my car, parked out at the back of an old radio station’s parking lot. Awkwardly touching over her blouse. Struggling with her bra clasp. Almost kicking her when she was trying to pull off my pants. It was funny looking back on it, even sweet. But I understood what she was saying. We’d been shy. Inexperienced. Hesitant.

Rob wasn’t any of those things. He was barreling forward, head first…well… a very specific head. 

“Are you saying you… that you like it? This attention he’s giving you? How he talked to me?”

She shook her head. “No. Not…no. I don’t like that he treated you that way. I don’t ever want you to feel like you’re less somehow. But… I’d be lying if I said that the attention wasn’t… interesting.” Taking a step back, she took a look at the panties with deep crimson cheeks. “I think we haven’t told Rob no because… well, maybe because it’s kinda thrilling. Taboo. Think about the stuff we’ve been watching, Alec. And what we’ve started to try. Rob just seems to have come along at the right moment to give us a new thrill.”

I nearly choked on my tongue. “Liz…are you seriously considering?”

Her hand was on my chest, stopping me. “Alec. All I’m saying is it’s exciting. Seeing how worked up you’re getting, knowing he wants me.” She grinned and held up the panties. “Now, before you get too territorial and obsessive, would you like to see me in these?”

I was rock hard seeing the panties and the playful glint in Liz’s eye. But I couldn’t shake the idea that maybe she wasn’t as opposed to Rob’s advances as I was. And yet… I still couldn’t find it in me to put my foot down and say stop. Why? Why, as upset as I was, and as much as I wanted to kick Rob’s ass, couldn’t I stop this?

Liz put her hand against my crotch, cupping my erection affectionately. “I can tell you want to see me in it. Rob said you would.”

My teeth clenched, but Liz continued talking confidently and softly. “I guess a pervert knows a pervert.” She giggled and squeezed my bulge. “Say it, honey. Say you wanna see me wear the panties another man bought for me.”

Holy shit. I nearly came in my pants right then. I felt pre-cum gush, a stain quickly spreading along the front of my pants. Liz gasped and looked down when she felt it. “OH! Did…Alec, did you just cum in your pants?”

“Wh…what? No. I… I just…” This was embarrassing, though I wasn’t sure why. I hadn’t ejaculated. Just… gotten a bit overexcited, but I was clenching and stopping the full force of the orgasm I was dying to have.

Liz continued to stare at my crotch, at the dark stain, hand on her mouth and the other holding the panties tightly. “That really excited you, huh?” Finally her eyes met mine.

All I could do was blush.

She smiled. “Well? Are you going to say it? But I should warn you. If you want to see me in them… there’s a catch.”

My fists clenched. Liz was playing with me. And by the look on her face, the light in her eyes, she was enjoying it. She was enjoying tormenting me over Rob’s attention. Was she really taking this seriously? Maybe she was, but also taking this new development and infusing it into our sex lives. But was that okay? It felt dangerous, especially since Rob had now done more than just talk and flirt. He’d left a gift. And if Liz was telling the truth, a video of him having sex with someone. Was that not unwanted advances? Practically sexual harassment? How could she be so calm about this?

“What’s…the catch? What else can Rob possibly want?”

Liz leaned in and whispered in my ear. “He said if I decided to wear them for you, then I had to send him a picture of me wearing them first.”

This time I did cum in my pants. I gasped, the sudden pulse and gush in my pants taking me completely by surprise. It was hot. Sticky. My stomach twisted. Liz stepped back again and stared, eyes wide.

“Oh…” It came out as an embarrassed whisper, but she was smiling. “I guess that’s a yes.”

Before I could say anything, Liz turned on her heel, skirt swishing, and vanished into the bathroom, door clicking closed and locking. Another teasing torment that I didn’t know what to do about.

I was frozen. Pants and underwear soiled with semen. The gift bag had fallen down, the blank DVD case had fallen out and resting on the bed. Mocking. My feet felt like they were encased in lead, but I somehow made it to the bathroom door and knocked. “Liz…Liz, you’re not serious…right?”

Silence.

The urge to bang on the door rose up like bile in my throat. But that would wake the girls. The last thing I needed was my kids coming in and witnessing the mess their dad was in.

“Liz!” I hissed, pressing my forehead against the door. “This is getting out of hand. Seriously. Are you actually going to send that old lecher a picture?”

Another moment of quiet, then the door lock clicked, and Liz peeked out. “And what if I did? Hmm? What if I just sent our horny pervert of a neighbor a picture of me in completely sheer panties and no bra? These are really high quality, Alec. So soft against me. Smooth. In the right light, you can see my pussy very clearly.”

All I could see was her eye, dark brown and deep with a glint of something that I was only starting to realize was pure lust.

I was breathing hard, my cock uncomfortably sticky and still shoved in my pants at an awkward angle after starting to deflate.

“Liz,” I whispered, voice husky and unsure. “Are we really playing this game? It’s exactly what he wants. He’s making us dance and you’re just gonna go alone?”

Liz opened the door a bit more, her gaze intense. “We aren’t puppets, Alec. And Rob might think he’s pulling the strings, but you and I both know we are in charge of our own actions. So let him play his game. We can play too. And if it gives us some exciting things to talk about and play with…” She pulled the door open all the way. 

My hands were on either side of the frame, leaning in and letting my gaze move from her beautiful earthy eyes, down the smooth curve of her neck and collarbone, to her breasts, nipples pink and hard. Then my eyes moved down, and I saw the panties, a soft billow of mesh that was indeed transparent. I could see the light dusting of blonde hair, her pussy mound soft and puffy against the thin material.

She cocked a hip, folding her arms under her tits and eyeing me as I stared. “Why don’t we take advantage of him, honey? He may have given me these panties, but I’m wearing them for you. So what if he got a picture?”

“Did you?” I kept my eyes on the panties.

Liz slowly began to turn, swaying her hips like some sort of belly dancer, back to me and letting the bare cheeks of her ass jiggle. “Maybe. Maybe not. Why? Gonna do something about it if I did?”

I was starting to get hard again. So quick. But it shouldn’t have been a surprise. Liz was a vision. The panties were sexy. And someone else had given them to her. Not some birthday gift or wedding shower present. Another man. A man who wanted to see her in them. To ravage her. Take her from me.

But he wasn’t here. I was. She was in front of me and offering herself. Teasing me. Daring me to do something.

I gave her ass a slap, making her yelp and stumble forward with a giggle. She turned towards me, breasts swaying temptingly. “So? Are you going to torture me for the answer?”

This had to be a dream. My wife wasn’t like this. Not that she couldn’t be playfully sexual. We’d had fun over the years. But never anything like this. This tense. This dangerous. Was it because of Rob? Because of the porn? All of it? Were those things the fuel, or had they just been the spark to finally get my wife to come out of her shell?

Liz cupped her tits, bouncing them playfully, then slid her hands along her stomach and down between her thighs, framing her pussy tightly in the thin mesh of the panties. “Come on, honey. Don’t be shy.”

My heart was thundering. Pulse pounding to the point I felt dizzy. Liz looked like pure sex. Her attitude, the sultry look on her face, how she was touching herself, and to top it off… the one garment she was wearing had been given to her by another man that I was beginning to loath.

Things were a blur. Somehow we ended up on the bed, my head between her thighs and her fingers tangled in my hair, and I mauled her thinly covered pussy with my wanting lips and tongue.

“Fuck! Mmmmmm fuck honey yes…fuck yes like that… like my panties over my pussy. God fuck. Rob has such good taste in lingerie, doesn’t he? Ohhhh, fuck, it feels so good.”

The mention of Rob while I was trying to please my wife sent a sickening pulse through me. It was like I was going through some sort of metamorphosis at lightning speed. My repulsion and fury at Rob’s actions and words were quickly becoming a poison that made me feel alive. A drug. Killing me, but before it did, making me feel euphoric.

Liz’s aroma filled my senses, my nose rubbing against her hard clit through the panties. She was slick, wet, dripping and soaking through the material to the point it was sticky and gossamer-like, plastered to her hairy lips as I licked and pressed them into her folds. Her hands gripped my hair tighter, legs shaking as her first orgasm hit her.

“Ohhhhh shit baby, honey…fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck me oh god.” She bucked her hips, pressing her cunt against my face as I lapped at her, sucking her lips, her clit, teeth grazing at the panties as they stuck to her skin.

My nails dug into her thighs, pushing them wider so I could devour her sex. A primal effort bubbling up from my subconscious, the desire to please her and claim her. Rob was trying to insert himself. Infect Liz. Our marriage. He was a parasite. I had to make sure my wife was satisfied so that he didn’t have a way in. A way to slip inside ourdelicate, loving bubble of a marriage and change it.

Liz gushed onto my tongue through the panties—Rob’s panties. That realization made my cock pulse. I jammed my tongue into her, pressing the thin mesh against her spasming tunnel.

“Baby! Mmmm, fuck me. Fuck me honey. I need you inside me.”

Another blur. Somehow my pants were around my ankles. I’d pulled her panties to the side, exposing her slick folds. Dewy juices glistening on her blonde pubic hair. My cock was still messy from my previous ejaculation, but throbbing so hard it hurt.

Heat wafted off ‌her sex, glistening and swollen in invitation. I pushed against her lips, watched them part with juicy enthusiasm, and sank into her warmth.

“Ohhhh god! Fuck! Alec…fuck me baby… god you’re so good inside me.”

Hands planted on either side of her, I held myself as if I were doing pushups and began to thrust. In and out. Hard, pounding, drilling thrusts into my wife’s molten core. She bounced against the bed, legs splayed open and toes curling as I stared down at her face, twisted in complete ecstasy. Biting her lip. Eyes shut tight against the intensity of the pleasure radiating from between her legs as I filled her.

She held her tits, rubbing her nipples as I drilled. My skin slick with sweat and my muscles beginning to burn from the position and the relentless pace.

“Yes! Yes! Ohhhh fuck… baby…so good…so good… fuck me honey. I’m all yours. Yours. Fuck…fuck!” She was whimpering. Lost in her arousal.

I glanced down through sweat blurred eyes and saw my cock pistoning into her. Lips clinging tightly and leaving a white creamy trail along my shaft when it slid out and then frothed around her lips when I went back in.

My balls clenched. I groaned, feeling my orgasm beginning to overwhelm me. Pulsing and pounding and longing to erupt.

Suddenly Liz grabbed hold of me, hand on my cheeks directing me to look straight into her eyes. “Cum on the panties. Cum all over the panties Rob gave me, honey. Make them yours!”

Holy shit. Liz was kinky. Not that what she was asking for was all that mind blowing. In terms of kinks I’d become aware of, cumming on panties was pretty tame. But for my wife to suggest it. Demand it. And not only demand but state the fact that these panties were linked to someone else, and she wanted me to leave my mark…

The need to cum overwhelmed me. I pulled out with lightning speed. Liz reached down, pulling the panties back over her pussy and then yanking them so that they wedged between her lips and clung to her like a thin layer of wet paint. She grabbed hold of my erection that was swelling. My balls clenching tight. She pointed my head directly at the wedged panties and I released. Gushing thick white cum all over the thin lilac mesh and her bulging labia on either side.

“Yes baby! Yes. Fuck like that. Cum all over them. Ohhh fuck baby look at that. So much cum. So much. Mmmm is it because of Rob? Huh? Are you jealous he gave me these? Hmmm? Are you a jealous husband, cumming on panties another man gave me?”

Her words were venom. When had Liz become so vicious? So toxically beautiful and taunting? Where was the reserved woman I married, who was shy about parting her legs for me that very first time?

My cum was viscous and gooey, coating the whole front of her panties, sticking to her hairy lips like a thick glaze. I groaned, still shooting little spurts and dribbles all over her, my orgasm wanting to keep going and going.

Liz lay back, tits jiggling as she panted. “Ohhhh fuck it’s warm.” She breathed with a wide smile.

“Did…did you really send him a picture?” I asked, trembling, carefully moving off of her and falling onto the bed beside her.

For a minute Liz simply lay, arms over her head, hair fanned out against the sheets, nipples dark and hard against the cool of the bedroom. When her eyes fluttered, they were glazed with satisfaction. Her smile was sly. “Yeah, I did.”

The words hit me in the chest and in the balls. I groaned and rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Are you mad?” Liz slid closer, laying her head against my shoulder, hand on my chest over my heart.

“I should be.” I muttered, imagining Rob getting a text from my wife. A picture of herself…in panties. Panties he’d given her.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

“But you’re not.” She whispered, lips touching my burning skin.

“I…I don’t know.” The admission pained me. It twisted everything inside me. Made all my muscles clench and my stomach turn to acid.

Liz’s breath slowed. Steadied. Became a soft rhythm against me as she quickly fell asleep. I looked down, her hair covering some of her face, matted and damp from our activity. Face peaceful. Relaxed and satisfied.

She wasn’t worried about what had happened today. About Rob’s inappropriate gift. About sending a practical stranger a very erotic photo. About having sex and using the idea of Rob and his gift as something to thrill and push their boundaries.

She was at peace. Sleeping soundly. While I lay holding her and wondering what we were getting ourselves into and if it was already too late to dig ourselves out.

…

The glow of the computer was harsh, washing everything out around me as I sat in my home office in the dark. While Liz slept soundly, I was haunted. She was still wearing the panties Rob had gifted her—gifted us—and they were stiff and sticky with my dried cum and her own lingering arousal. The smell was like some sort of base aroma that stimulated long dormant primal instincts. She was a goddess, laying next to me all but naked and glowing in the moonlight filtering through our window.

Had it just been the panties, maybe I could have eventually fallen asleep. But the DVD that had been packaged with them was laying on the floor, having fallen there after our hurried session of passion. It was like some sort of forbidden volume, like the VHS from the movie The Ring. I knew if I picked it up and watched it, it would mark me. Mark us. I’d never be able to unsee what was on it. And I knew…I just knew that it was exactly what Rob wanted. He wanted us to watch it. To get into our heads even further. Somehow that man had burrowed into our brains. So quickly that it was frightening.

And the fact that Rob, a seasoned salesman, could so easily manipulate us was terrifying. What if he really wanted to push things? What if he were some sinister, big, ugly bastard that wanted to slink into our lives and muddy us up into a pigsty. The fact that Rob was treating us with such measured respect and patience was the sign of an apex predator, not some low life incel relying on brute force and manipulation.

Did Rob see something in us that we were only just now starting to figure out? Had he been able to meet us, just once, and label us? See Liz’s conservatism and know that somewhere under it all was a minx? A fox? A woman dying to break free of the bonds that had been put upon her?

And what about me? He’d practically called me a cuck. Not in so many words. Maybe not even in a harsh manner. 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. Those words were still crystal clear to me as I sat in my office chair, balls heavy and chilled against the soft leather.

Rob said he wouldn’t make any moves on Liz. But what did you call a man giving your wife a pair of barely there panties and a porn video of yourself fucking? Was that not making unwanted advances? Or was that just a lie? Or…or did that mean Liz had wanted it? Or at least been okay with it?

I’d seen the video footage. Rob with his hand on her knee. No trace of discomfort on my wife’s face as they talked. Was there more to the encounter than Liz had told me? What exactly had they said?

It was all roiling inside me. Burning my blood. Melting my stomach and twisting it into knots.

My hand moved robotically, clicking the mouse. Pressing the play button on the screen. I’d found my old disc drive and plugged it into the computer. The DVD was loaded. And now the video that Rob had given us was playing across the screen in high definition, the volume low but still loud enough to hear.

There was no preamble. No warning. The video simply started with a clear shot of a woman’s face, eyelids fluttering and mouth open in a continuous groan. Her head was pulled back, dark hair gripped in Rob’s fist. Behind her, he was a towering presence, hefty and hairy and slick with sweat. His face was reddened but focused, eyes hard like steel.

His breaths came out in puffed grunts as he thrust into the woman from behind. Each jolt made the woman's pendulous breasts bounce and sway, nipples dragging against the sheets of the bed beneath. You could see the ripple of her ample ass cheeks when Rob’s hips hit, his cock sinking into her over and over.

It was primitive. Base. Rob simply held her hair so her face was directed at the camera and was rutting into her like he owned her. And the woman was clearly loving it. She was in utter ecstasy.

“Ohhh ohhh, fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck ohhhh yes. Oh god.” She was muttering and moaning with every ball's deep impalement.

This scene lasted a full two minutes. Just one hundred and twenty seconds of Rob fucking this woman from behind. Her breasts bouncing lewdly. Her face contorted as she was used with pure dominance.

Then the scene changed.

A woman’s back, dripping in sweat, hair matted against her shoulders. A redhead. Her ass a beautiful round apple. Cheeks spread, slapping large hairy thighs as she bounced up and down. The muscles along her spine rippled and tensed as she drove herself down onto a thick, slick coated cock. Her pussy lips, smooth and puffy, sucked and slurped at the full length, stretching to their limit as they dragged along the veiny, throbbing red shaft. Heavy balls covered in coarse, graying hair slapped against her with every downward thrust.

I couldn’t see the man, but it was obviously Rob. All there was was the woman’s back. Her ass. The impalement of his large member disappearing into the woman’s pussy over and over. The soft, rhythmic slap of wet, hot skin. Groans of pleasure. Of just a hint of pain, the sort you felt when stretching muscles that were in need of attention. Cream gathered around the base, dripping and tangling in the hairy mess of Rob’s fat balls.

Again, it went on for two solid minutes. The woman riding him. Taking him inside over and over and over and never getting enough.

Of all the clips, those were the most tame.

The next one appeared, and my eyes bulged.

This next woman was slim, flat chested, almost bony in her appearance, but still sexy in her own way. Her hair was soft and pale, pulled back in a swaying ponytail. But it wasn’t her physical appearance that was shocking. It was what she was wearing.

A black blindfold was fastened over her eyes. Her mouth was gagged with a bright red ball, held in with black leather straps that pressed into her cheeks. The pale skin of her body was in stark contrast to the blood red leather straps that crisscrossed her chest, framing her little tits, digging into her stomach and hips and coming together between her thighs, framing her puffy bald cunt. The straps were studded with silver. Her nipples had metal clips attached, with dangling bells that jingled with every movement she made as she struggled and moaned into the gag.

The woman’s feet were held straight up and spread with a metal bar strapped to her ankles. Her arms over her head, shackled to the bed frame. On her back, legs up, Rob was kneeling and ramming his fat cock into the restrained woman over and over in hard, fast, rough motions.

She screamed into the ball gag. Her pussy stretching, puffy, red and abused from his relentless pounding. The bells on her tits jingled and jangled with every jolt sent through her body from Rob’s drilling thrusts.

“That’s right. Clench down. Fucking squeeze my cock.” The deep rumble of Rob’s voice sent a strange electrical jolt through my body. My cock responded. Jumping. Pulsing. Now dripping with so much precum it was like a slow trickle staining the leather of the office chair. They were the first words uttered on the video, and they were said with such powerful authority it almost made me want to clench my urethra at his command.

Fuck. What was happening to me?

It was clear the woman was cumming, juices coated Rob’s cock, making it creamy and shiny as he kept the pace like an oil derrick constantly pushing in and out. She spasmed. Bucked her hips. Her arms rattled against the leather padded shackles. Her feet and thighs shook, but couldn’t move because of Rob’s grip and the spreader bar. Fluid gushed around his cock as he continued his punishing pace.

The scene changed again.

A woman with her arms over her head, chained. She was dangling, her toes barely touching the floor. Her figure was slim, ass soft and plump, tits lovely teardrop b cups with nipples erect and red. The fetish harness she wore was shiny black with a plunging neckline down to her navel. Silver chains connected the latex collar around her throat to her waist. A slit in the crotch framed the woman’s swollen labia. Like the previous woman, she was blindfolded, mouth open, and trembling.

Behind her, Rob stood completely naked. The full sight of his nudity was a shock. He was a husky man, hair all over his chest and thighs and back. His heavy cock bounced between his hefty thighs, a dark black ring around the base—a cock ring—keeping his penis erect and throbbing as he circled the woman like he was inspecting a piece of art.

He slapped the woman’s ass hard. No holding back. She groaned and a large red handprint appeared on the pale flesh of her rump. The woman panted, breathing deeply making her tits strain against the latex teddy.

In one hand he held what looked like a small cat-o-nine tales. A small leather covered handled with dozens of little leather strips. Circling around in front of her, he began to spin the tassels and brought them to her crotch, letting the leather slap against her bulging lips.

“Oh god! Oh, God!” she cried. Her body lurched. Spasmed. Her chest rose as she struggled for breath, arms outstretched above her head. Her legs kicked, struggled to keep her from fully hanging from the ceiling.

Rob moved the whips back. The woman’s labia were pink, burning. She was whimpering. Struggling to take in enough breath to even let out her gasps.

The man took her chin in his hand, tilting her head up so she was like a struggling fish, sucking in each breath like it might be the only one she’d get.

He spun the whip again and let it slap her already swollen cunt lips.

“Ohhhhh, fuck fuck fuck!!!!” she screamed. Juices began to drip like rainwater, splattering onto the floor as she began to cum while dangling and being abused by the husky old man.

“That’s right, you little slut. Cum. Squirt all over the fucking floor.” Rob chuckled, continuing to let the whip slap her lips as she trembled and struggled. But the woman never said stop.

The video ended. Short and sweet. A handful of clips showing off what Rob was like. What he was capable of doing to Liz. 

My hand was flashing over my cock, stroking furiously while I stared at the final frozen frame of the video. The woman’s puffy red labia, juices dripping down, little leather strips whipping against her delicate skin.

Her whimpers and cries echoed in my ears as I stroked, imagining Liz dangling, being abused by Rob as he circled her with confident dominance, his cock throbbing. Images flashed through my mind as I jerked. All the women I’d seen had Liz’s face. Her voice. It was her pussy getting stretched by Rob’s fat dick. It was her bound and used. Riding him. At his mercy.

“Fuck. Fuck…fuuuuck fuck you’re so fucking pathetic.” I panted as I felt my orgasm rush in, my cock spasming in my hand and gushing out my load while imagining my wife getting utterly ruined by our next door neighbor.

I slumped back, hand still squeezing and stroking hurriedly, hips spasming upward as I came. My thighs were coated in cum, sticky, slick, hot, getting caught in my hair and smearing all over the chair.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.” It came out as a pathetic whimper. I was disgusted with myself while at the same time so turned on, so horny. My brain was mixing chemicals and crossing signals as I imagined the taboo. Imagined my wife cheating. Being used. Submitting.

The orgasm was powerful, but painful. It was the sort that once I finally came down, I felt uncomfortable. My cock throbbed and balls ached. I felt like I was going to piss myself, but at the same time didn’t feel like I could muster so much as a little drop of urine if I tried. Like I was clogged even though I’d just shot one of the biggest loads of my life.

I sucked in breaths, trying to regain composure. Ignoring the mess I’d made, at least the physical one. The mental mess I’d just made was… it was beyond my power to ignore.

Rob told me what he wanted. Told Liz what he wanted. Now he’d given us the evidence of what it was he could and would do if we let him. No… if we asked him.

It had barely been two days. Two fucking days and already Rob’s desires and intentions had slithered in and infected us. Taken over our sex lives. Tainted us. My ejaculation all over the office chair was proof enough that, though I hated what Rob had suggested… I wasn’t completely against it either.

I sat for a while, cum drying and cooling on my thighs and the chair, making my ass stick to the leather, staring at the computer screen in the dark. The last frame of the video focused on the woman’s abused pussy and Rob’s throbbing cock in frame at the edge, hinting at what he was going to do to the woman.

That was what he wanted to do to Liz. To MY Liz. And God help me, it didn’t seem like such a horrible idea.