68 comments/ 215649 views/ 55 favorites Strange Afternoon By: PTremer Lisa owns a specialty shop that caters to a special clientele. She has to keep the business open 7 days a week to make them happy, but the profits make it worthwhile. Today is Saturday; Ron is over to watch the ball game. This is typical, for early fall. We watch on TV to avoid the heat of the stadium unless it is an important conference game. Lisa is taking the day off but will have to go to the office tomorrow. This has been a rough week for her so this morning she is puttering around the house, relaxing. Ron and I thought the game started at three, but the TV schedule moved it to seven. I'm glad we are here instead of the stadium; we'd be wasted tailgating all afternoon. We get a beer and go out on the back patio. We spent a week last summer building the trellis that gives us some shade this afternoon. Last weekend we added a paddle fan that is blowing a nice breeze on us. Lisa brings a cooler when she comes out in a few minutes to tend her plants. She also has an insulated tumbler of white wine with some ice cubes tinkling in it. This afternoon she is wearing one of my favorite dresses. A short shift made of cotton and silk, the neckline is large and has a drawstring that ties in the front. It barely covers her shoulders and dips low in the front and back. So low, that if she wears a bra, it shows in back and in the front. Lisa is funny about little things; a small detail like her bra showing really bothers her so she never wears a bra with this dress. Nevertheless, she frequently wears the dress at home because it's comfortable and so easy to throw on. The material gathered by the drawstring forms a keyhole shaped opening with a nice view of her breasts swelling inside. The dress was originally a beach cover-up, but now, it's her favorite casual everyday dress, mine too. The main reason I like it so much is because she never wears a bra under it. I get a charge out of looking down the front, whenever she leans over. I have never mentioned this to her because I'm afraid she might be self-conscious about it and I might lose one of my treats. Ron and I are talking about the possibilities of the score for tonight's game as Lisa works with her plants. While we are talking, I notice Ron is staring beyond me. As we continue our conversation he keeps doing this and I wonder if he is upset about something. He is not making eye contact, which is unusual. We agree that we have a good chance of winning tonight and decide to call Tony, our local 'bookie' to put some money on the game. I turn to the cooler to get us another beer and see why he is distracted. Lisa is watering the plants in large pots lining the patio. When she bends over, the top of her dress falls open revealing her perfect breasts. The weight of the drawstring and the gathered material cause the neckline to fall open. I can see both breasts swaying gently as she moves her can from side to side. I love how the dusky color of her nipples contrasts beautifully with the creamy skin of her breast. I watch for a second before turning back to Ron. He is still staring. I don't pay attention to him staring since I am looking too. It is arousing for me to see him obviously admiring her sexy body. I hand him another beer and ask, "What do you think?" He glances up and hesitates, but doesn't answer. "Are you thinking 500 or 1000? Or what?" I ask. He is distracted today, more interested in Lisa than talking about the ballgame. He finally says, "Let's ask Lisa, what she thinks; she always crunches the numbers for us." I get up to ask Lisa, at first she doesn't acknowledge that I am speaking to her. She is listening to her ipod with the little earbuds. I walk over and gently tap her shoulder to get her attention. She jumps a little, startled by my touch. I ask what she's listening to and she smiles and says, "One of those stories you bought me." I remember an episode earlier in the week when she had listened to the first audible book I bought her. I found the series at a local adult bookstore. She listened to the first in the series and during the afternoon, she had come into my study and demanded sex. "NOW!" she said, and proceeded to unbutton her blouse and remove her shorts. Then she proceeded to 'screw my eyes out'. I ask, "What's this one about?" "Tell you later" she grins mischievously. She stops the ipod and I explain our idea about calling Tony and placing a bet, she listens with a skeptical look ,then says, "Fine with me, but don't invite Tony over, OK?" I remember her calling Tony a little weird, I am not sure why but respect her wishes. "OK, don't worry, I remember the last time he was here you said he was weird, I won't invite him." She follows me back across the patio, we spend several minutes explaining our strategy, and she approves our idea. We sit there discussing the game for a few minutes and she pours another glass of wine from the bottle in the cooler and sips along with us as we talk. Ron asks, "Are you going to call Tony or should I?" I say, "I will." Then head into the house to make the call. I try several times to get Tony but just hear the busy signal; I sit by the window, redialing his number. Outside Lisa is talking, in an animated way about something and Ron is giving her his full attention. I guess nothing is bothering him, Lisa just distracted him earlier. After ten minutes, I'm still getting a busy signal. I need to get through to Tony before 4:00pm. I get another beer, sit back down, and start redialing again. Outside Ron and Lisa are laughing a lot and I wish I could hear. She gets the hose to refill her watering can and squirts Ron playfully before she fills the can. Ron watches Lisa bend over to fill the can. He is looking down the front of her dress again. He says something and she laughs without looking up. He reaches in the cooler for the bottle of wine and goes over to refill her tumbler. She smiles a thank you and puts the earbuds in place and continues with her watering. She quickly tunes him out with the story. Ron follows her to the next plant. My crazy neighbor moves in position for a real close look as she bends to water the large pot of flowers. I can't believe he is following her around looking down the front of her dress. She is back into the story and unaware of what he's doing. I can see the bulge of an erection in his shorts. He moves around to the other side of the large pot and keeps looking down the front of her open dress. Lisa is zoned in to her ipod and is not paying any attention to Ron. I hit redial again watching my neighbor walk back to the cooler for another beer. When he goes back over to Lisa, he stops behind her and pretends to pick up something; he squats and actually looks up her dress from behind. I watch in amazement. When Lisa leans forward, her dress rises higher and higher, Ron is boldly looking up her dress. I try Tony again, still busy. I need to go back outside and put a stop to this. By the time I put the phone down and get back outside, Ron is standing at the cooler and hands me a beer. "What did Tony have to say?" "I can't get him, his line is busy, and there must be a lot of action on this game." "What have you been up to?" I ask. "Just drinking." Before I have a chance to ask more, Lisa comes over and plops in a chair next to us, "Can a girl get a drink around here." Ron is in the cooler before I can move. He quickly pours wine in her tumbler, emptying the bottle. He turns it upside down in the cooler. Lisa looks up at me, "There is another bottle in the refrigerator, Hon, would you be a dear and open it for me." "Sure, Babe," "Ron, why don't you come with me?" I ask, hoping he will follow. "No, I'm fine, just sitting out here guarding the cooler." Lisa says "Thanks, Hon." I stand there, not wanting to leave the patio with my neighbor ogling my wife, every chance he gets. "Hey, try Tony again while you are in there." Ron says as I go through the door. "I need to keep an eye on him." I think to myself stepping back into the house. He is a little tight already and I know he likes being around Lisa and flirting. She is easier to get along with than his wife Pam. I get the wine, open it, leaving the cork pushed in the top, and quickly go back out to the patio. Ron is in his chair by the cooler, but he has his eyes locked on Lisa, watching, as she moves to the last pot along the outside edge of the patio. So far, this is harmless. The situation is making me horny though, watching Ron ogling Lisa. I sit the fresh bottle of wine in the cooler, "You want to try Tony?" He says, "I'm fine right here Buddy, guarding the cooler." "I've got my eye on everything." By the time I get back to my seat inside at the window, he has the bottle out again tapping Lisa on the shoulder to offer her a refill. She shakes her head "no", trying to ignore him and continues, paying no attention to him. He stays right beside her, talking a mile a minute. Lisa fiddles with her ipod, turning the volume up. Ron doesn't give up; he finally starts goosing her, then tries to tickle her. She is so ticklish that she giggles; he finally has her attention again. He makes a comment, picking up her half-full tumbler. Whatever he says makes her laugh. When he gives it to her, she chug-a-lug's the glass, and then grins while he refills it. She's gonna be drunk at this rate and Ron is helping her right along. The last time they did this, I had to put both of them to bed. They got so crazy; I thought we were going to wake the neighborhood up. I keep watch as I try Tony's number. The line is busy again so I get another beer and sit back to redial, and watch my neighbor through the window. After refilling Lisa's tumbler, Ron remains nearby, watching as she works on her plants. I watch him maneuver for the best view. Lisa ignores him again, engrossed in her work, and the story on her iPod. When she starts back down the row of pots next to the house, I move to another chair so I can see both of them. Ron can still look down the front of her dress, but must stand up to get the full view. I finally decide to drive over to Tony's and place the bets, it's only a few miles. I step outside and tell Lisa I'm leaving and will be back shortly. She says, "Fine" and plugs the bud back in her ear. Instead of leaving immediately, I go into the next room to watch through the window. This one is directly in front of Lisa. After a few minutes of being a voyeur, I have a bulge in my shorts too. Lisa is right outside the window, it is dark in here because the other drapes are drawn. She can't see me because of the brightness outside. She is intent on picking little stubs off of a plant and I have a clear view of her luscious breasts, her nipples are taut, the story on the iPod must be arousing. Ron changes his seat and is looking up her dress from behind again as she bends over the plant. This is very erotic, me watching him, watching her. It is almost as if he is violating her, and I feel like a participant. This is definitely a strange situation, and I am feeling highly aroused. She straightens and finishes the wine in her glass. Ron is like a bullet, getting the bottle out of the cooler. He makes some wise crack as he appears at her side, tapping on her shoulder like before. She must be feeling the effects; she laughs and puts her elbow on his shoulder, leaning against him, making a "Groucho Marx, smoking a cigar" imitation, laughing again. She watches as he fills her tumbler. This is the fourth time, I think. I could have missed a refill, but I know he is plying her with the wine. The second bottle is half-gone. When he finishes refilling her glass, it looks like she is saying that this is her last glass, but he shakes his head and holds up the bottle and they both laugh. I can't hear what they are saying but Lisa laughs hysterically for a few seconds then puts her arm around Ron's shoulder like a buddy and says something that makes him start laughing too. She steps away and pretends to play a violin in a "Too bad, so sorry" fashion. He steps to her and extends his hand as if to dance, but she won't take his hand. He persists until she finally goes along and they playfully dance around the patio, both laughing like kids. Lisa loves to dance; Ron knows it because he is quite a dancer himself. Ron's left hand, on her back, slides down to her waist and then a little further. I can see he is trying to "Cop-a-feel". I wonder if he will actually try something. I'm not sure what I will do if he does. I wonder what Lisa will do if he gets fresh with her, they both think I left, but I'm still dialing. He steps away, does his own violin, and makes a motion to slow down, then he steps back and they continue the dance at a slower pace. I watch to see what will happen next. Lisa loves to dance and is enjoying all this attention. It's only a second before he has his hand at her waist again. He lets it slide a little lower then moves it back. He does this several times but not far enough for Lisa to respond. Finally, he lets his hand slide down on her firm bottom; she pushes it away and makes a face at him, then giggles. He says something and she Slaps him on the butt and shakes her finger, No-No, as she dances away from him. Next, he lets her twirl out; she loves to dance like this. He lets his hand linger in mid-air, so it brushes her breast as she twirls back. I am sure she is going to give him a slap, but instead, she makes a stern face and shakes her finger again. Then she draws back as if to spank him again, but they both burst out laughing. He makes another remark and they both laugh again. Lisa stops and says something, pointing to her ipod. She scrolls through the list then gives him one of the earbuds. He puts it in his ear, listening for a second then they start dancing again, this time to real music. The cord keeps their heads close together but he still tries some fancy moves. It must change to a slow song next because the tempo slows. Ron again puts his hand at her waist and immediately lets it move down to her hip. Lisa slaps his hand and says no-no with her finger. He tries to twirl her again but the earbud comes out of her ear. He catches her from behind and has his left hand on her stomach as he hands her the loose earpiece. She takes it but instead of putting it back, she steps away and puts the iPod in the little dock on the table and I can hear the beat of the music through the glass. They continue the dance but now her back is to him and his hand is low on her flat stomach. He presses himself against her as they continue the dance. Almost immediately, she spins around and slaps his butt again. This time she smacks him hard. They continue to dance and I watch as Lisa actually squeezes his butt then laughs. Ron quickly pulls her closer and spanks her twice on her butt. They both laugh as if turn about is fair play. I fully expect Lisa to put a stop to this but she doesn't. She is in full tease mode and I have seen this before when she gets tight. Ron pulls her close and she allows it. Now he is definitely pressing his bulge against her firm ass. She immediately spins around and spanks him again, laughing. When he pulls her back to continue the dance, instead of casually sliding his hand down, he gives her more swats on her cute butt. She steps back and gives him a look that seems to ask what that was for. He laughs and pulls her back into his embrace, continuing the dance. She turns and leans her head back and giggles as he tries to tickle her. Then, she grinds her ass against him as she laughs again stepping away. She gives him the "no-no" sign again, dancing clear of his reach. They keep dancing and I have a huge erection from watching them. They are in perfect step; she still has her back to him. From behind, Ron lets his hand move up until he is holding her with his hand just under her breast. Lisa is letting him get away with it. I can't believe my eyes. He keeps moving his hand up until I am sure he is touching her breast. I know he's wanted to do this all afternoon. She hesitates a few seconds before she steps away. She puts her hands on her hips and with a stern look on her face, motions for him to lean over a chair, then she proceeds to give him several swats, saying something after each swat. After the last one, they both end up laughing and continue the dance. All I have to do is go back outside and everything will be fine. I keep thinking that maybe I am imagining this. She grinds back against him hard for a second before she twirls away. He steps back and motions for her to bend over the chair as she had made him do. Lisa pouts, and refuses to follow his instruction until he says something and gives her a stern look, motioning again. When she still doesn't move he takes her arm and leads her to the chair and leans her over. He swats her once gently; she looks back at him and laughs. The next swat is firmer. Her short dress is high enough on her thighs that the swats flip it up, showing her lacy panties. He swats her again even more firmly, this time she is laughing when she looks back, but there is a different look in her eyes. She says something to him then he responds by leaning over and kissing her butt. Lisa makes another comment and he leans to kiss her butt again, this time lower, below her dress and gives her a lingering kiss on the top of her bare thigh. She isn't laughing when she straightens up this time. At first it looks like there maybe an argument but instead, she laughs as he reaches out to dance again. Her giggling continues as she turns to face him for a second, she tells him no-no again, but when she turns her back to him, he quickly moves back in step with her. She raises both arms, puts her hands behind her head and arches her back, then grinds back against him again. Ron takes full advantage of her raised arms and tries to cup both breasts, she quickly turns toward him and hands on her hips, says something harsh, and then giggles as she continues to dance. I know it's going to get worse or better, I'm not sure which. He shrugs his shoulders in acceptance and holds his hands out as if he is giving up. Then he grins and motions for her to come on and dance. The next time he lets her twirl, he catches her again with her back to him. He tries again to feel her breast with his left hand as his right slides down across her stomach. She twists as if trying to get away but doesn't follow through and ends up facing him. He pulls her close again and slides his hand down over her firm ass. When she doesn't push his hand away, he lets his right hand continue lower along her leg to the hem of her short dress, but then she swats him hard on the butt. He stops his efforts and concentrates on keeping time, but in a few seconds, he tries the same maneuver again. This time he seems to hesitate for a second, as if to see if she is going to knock him out, but she doesn't and he tries to slip his hand under her short dress. I watch as he slides his hand, down her leg, then up along the back of her thigh pulling her dress up as he goes. She lets him get halfway up her thigh, and then pushes him away. As they move apart she reaches out and swats the tent in his shorts. He stops and leads her back to the chair, she resist a bit before bending over the chair again. She reaches across and grips the opposite arm of the chair. The stretching movement pulls her dress higher than before. Without hesitation, Ron swats her firmly. The dress is out of the way and he is staring at her sweet ass covered only by the sheer lacy panties. Strange Afternoon Ch. 02 ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Friend's attack on my wife goes haywire - my ending to PTremer's Strange Afternoon URL: http://www.literotica.com/s/strange-afternoon PTremer's story is about some neighborly flirting that gets out of hand. The neighbor plies the wife with alcohol, and when looking down her dress at her tits, and up her dress isn't enough, he starts smacking her ass. She plays along, and before long they're writhing on the ground, her tits out, her panties ripped off, while the neighbor is sticking his fingers up her pussy and making her lick them clean. Our intrepid, slow to respond, unnamed husband has been watching the whole time, both curious and mad, wondering how far it will go. For this particular husband, fingers up the cheating twat is far enough. And that's where it ends, telling us there's a chapter two. That was back in April of 2011. We're still waiting for a continuation. Again, this is one of those strange stories, where everyone has a name except the husband. He's merely known as Hon, or Buddy. For the sake of this continuation, I think I'll call him Pete. There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed, or left hanging with disgusting endings. If I find a story that's been abandoned for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. This story was continued only after meeting my three critical requirements: 1) Writer has not submitted anything in over 2 years 2) The story has not been added to in at least 3 years 3) Attempts to contact the author have been unsuccessful For Information on how I choose which stories to continue, please read my profile. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ PTremer's ending of Strange Afternoon, part one. Her eyes are closed tightly he holds both her wrists with his left hand as his right hand pushes the dress up to her neck and his hand begin roaming over her bare skin. After a few seconds, he releases her hands and reaches for a cushion on the chair next to them and pulls it to the concrete. Then he rolls her over on her stomach. She doesn't resist as he rips her panties roughly and smacks her still red skin. He smacks her several times before licking his finger and sliding it slowly between her scarlet ass cheeks. She presses back against his hand as he continues pushing into her wet folds before pulling his finger out and pushing it into her mouth. She is surprised but greedily sucks the finger as if she can't get enough. This is going too far, I quickly stride across the kitchen and open then slam the back door, giving fair warning that I am back. To be continued... I walked out on the porch, phone in hand. They had separated, barely, but my wife looked a mess. She was kneeling on the ground, still trying to tuck her tits back into her dress, and I don't think she even realized that her panties were lying underneath the cushionless seat next to her, torn. As for Ron, he was trying to look calm, sitting back on the next chair over, brushing the sweat off his forehead. He smiled at me, and I grinned back, lifting the phone to my ear. "Still trying to get hold of Tony?" he asked. I turned my attention back to my wife, who was obviously mortified. She turned her knees, and sat on the cushion where they'd been messing around. She couldn't lift her eyes up from the concrete. She kept adjusting the bottom of her dress, squirming on the awkward makeshift seat, and I wanted to laugh at her. "No," I said, and then I heard the response as the far end. "Hey Pam, can you come over and give me a blowjob?" "What! Is this some kind of joke?" she screamed at me. She never was much of one for joking around. I could almost understand why Ron would want to flirt and play around with my wife, but he'd gone too far, way too far, and it was time I made that abundantly clear. I expected some kind of response from the two cretins on my porch, but all I saw were looks of shock and dismay. "No joke. I just found out that you and me, we have open marriages. I always imagined you'd give a damn good blowjob. You have an incredibly sexy mouth." "What the hell are you talking about, Pete? Ron and I don't have an open marriage!" I looked over and Ron was shaking his head vehemently, pleading with his eyes. My slut wife had her head in her hands, crying. I reached out with the toe of my shoe, and pulled her torn panties out from under the edge of the chair behind her. "No? I was sure you did, when I found your husband with half his hand shoved up my wife's cunt, and her tits hanging out of her dress, red from where he was sucking on them." I picked up the panties, and tossed them to my wife, who started to blubber even louder. She started to get up, but I put my hand on the top of her head and pushed her back down. "God Damn it, Peter! Is this some kind of stupid prank?" "If it is, obviously the jokes on us, Pam. So you're certain you don't have an open marriage? I was really looking forward to that blowjob." While I spoke, I opened my shorts, pulling out my hard cock, stroking it. She hung up on me, and I closed my phone and put it away. My wife looked terrified. Ron looked angry. "What the fuck, Buddy? We didn't do nothin'. What did you have to go and do that for? I'm gonna be in the doghouse for days." "Really? You did nothing? You didn't beat my wife's ass, suck on her tits, shove your fingers up her cheating cunt, and make her suck them? That kind of nothin'?" My wife stood and put her arms on my chest. "Please, hon. It wasn't like that. We just got carried—" I spun her around and lifted her dress to her waist, exposing her bright red ass cheeks, while she shrieked. "Those aren't your hand prints on her bare ass, Ron, buddy?" "Hey, I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean to get carried away. We were just playin', you know? Flirting, that's all. It got a little out of hand." I faced my wife. "So when you tell me you were flirting at a party, how many of your partners were in danger of losing their wedding bands up your cheating cunt, babe? You've got me wondering." "He . . . he wouldn't leave me alone, hon. I swear. I tried to stop him. He just wouldn't quit." I stared her down. "Funny. When you were dirty dancing for him, when you were smacking his ass, when you were rubbing your tits on his face, and he was feeding you the juices from your dripping pussy, it didn't look like you were trying to stop him." She lowered her head. "I'm sorry. I did try to stop him, at first. I . . . I guess I got carried away. I had too much to drink, and I was listening to those tapes. I really didn't mean to. You have to believe—" The back door slammed, and Pam came out on the porch screaming. "Where is that cheating bastard!" I turned to face her, and reached for my cock which had been wilting, but with a few strokes was back to standing tall. "Pam! You changed your mind?" She glared at me, glancing briefly at my erection, then looking over at my wife's panties on the ground before facing her husband. "You no good cheating asshole," she growled. He stood, waving his hands. "No, baby. We didn't. It's not what it looks like, we were just flirting." I saw Pam hesitate, and I knew she was wondering what had really happened. I wasn't going to let the asshole get off that easy. "Tell her, Babe. Tell Pam exactly what you did. Don't leave anything out, or you'll be leaving with them when this is over." "Hon . . ." she whispered, looking up at me pleadingly. "Tell her. Don't make a liar out of me. Everything." Lisa did try to put a spin on it to make her look as innocent as possible, but she admitted to the touching, groping, rubbing, the spanking, and finally rolling around on the ground, sucking tits, and fingering pussy. Of course her version had Ron instigating everything. That worked for me. I could see Pam getting more and more worked up by the second. She's a pain in the ass, but nobody ever said the woman wasn't gorgeous. Angry, she was sexier than ever. Me, I kept my hard cock at the ready. Ron seemed to shrivel in front of us. I knew he wanted to argue some of the points, but the fact is he'd been caught red-handed. "I'm sorry," he whimpered as his wife stood over him, calling him every name in the book. When she grabbed him by the hair, and said they were going home, I intervened. "Hey, wait a second. He got his fun. Now I've got a hard dick, and somebody's gonna suck it before you two leave. How about it Pam?" She glared at me, and then I saw a slow smile appear on her face. Before she could speak, my wife was tugging on my arm. "Don't do this, hon. I'm sorry. I'll suck it for you. Right here and now, if you want." "Not a chance in hell, babe," I told her. "You had your fun with our neighbors, now it's my turn." I turned back to Pam who was now smiling from ear to ear. "He'll suck you," she said, looking down at her beaten down husband. Ron looked up and I saw the look of terror in his eyes. I started to walk forward, ignoring my wife tugging on my arm. "No! No way," he said, leaning back in his chair, glancing back and forth between my cock and his wife. "Damn it, Ron. You owe me! You had your hand up my wife's pussy almost to the wrist. You sucked on her damn tits, and spanked her ass raw. I'm getting my cock sucked or I swear I'm gonna beat you to within an inch of your life, and then you'll suck it!" I'm certain he'd never seen me that angry before. Hell, I couldn't remember that last time I was that pissed off. I normally am good about keeping my temper in check, but once I lose it . . . I looked around, picked up the chair that was missing its cushion, lifted it by one leg and slammed it into the ground, making my wife cry out in fear. I wrenched off one of the slats, feeling the heft of it. I was going to enjoy beating the asshole to a pulp. The shock and fear on Ron's face was a pleasure to behold. "I'm counting to ten. If I'm not getting a blowjob by then, they're gonna take you out of here on a stretcher. One . . ." Pam looked to be as shocked as anyone. Her eyes strayed to the piece of wood I was holding, down to my cock which was only getting harder, and back to her husband. "I'd do it, if I were you," she said to him. " . . . Three . . . Four . . ." He looked up at her piteously. "Please," he whimpered, looking from his wife to my cock. " . . . Six . . ." Pam glared at him in contempt. "Remember, you asked, you bastard." " . . . Eight . . . Nine . . ." Her lips wrapped around my cock head, and I lowered my arm. Lisa collapsed onto the ground, her dress up around her waist, her naked pussy exposed. Ron watched in horror, as his wife sucked me. I glared at him, while she did her best. I watched as the same emotions I'd felt earlier crossed his face, anger, lust, confusion. I couldn't help but moan, as Pam got into it. "Damn," I whispered. "I knew you'd be great." She looked up at me smiling, took my cock out of her mouth, and gave me a long teasing lick before taking me back into her mouth. Her actions calmed me, draining my anger. After a couple of minutes, I wasn't thinking about anything but the incredible blowjob I was receiving. My wife's helpless sobbing finally got to me. I started feeling guilty. I knew she was drunk, excited from her tapes. I could have stopped it. I should have, but I'd been so curious to see how far it would go. Now I regretted letting it go as far as I had. I eased Pam off my cock before she could finish me, and lifted her to her feet. "Thank you, I'm okay now. My wife can finish this. I'm sorry I got so angry." "You sure?" she asked, her hand reaching down and stroking me. "I think so. Not that I wouldn't love to continue, you really are amazing, but I don't think that would be good for either of our marriages. I think we're even." She pulled my head down and kissed me softly. "I think we all suspected he'd try something like this sooner or later. Don't be too harsh with her." "I won't be." I went and stood over my wife, waving my cock in front of her face. She looked up at me with her tears running free, and took me in her mouth. Pam had Ron by the hair, and was dragging him home. I waved to them, and she waved back. The sound of the door slamming shut next door coincided with my erupting in my cheating wife's mouth. She swallowed, which she hated to do, and licked me clean, apologizing. I lifted her off the ground. "We're not done. You may have enjoyed the spanking that you got with Ron, but I seriously doubt you're going to feel the same about the one I'm about to give you." She trembled, and followed meekly as I led her to the bedroom. No bare hand spanking for her. Not this time. I lifted her dress, bent her over the end of the bed, her reddened cheeks exposed, and went through my closet. "Never again, you understand? I love you, but I won't put up with you cheating on me. I won't do it, Lisa." She whimpered as she watched me fold my leather belt in half. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to - AHHH!" The belt left a nice red mark on her perfect ass cheeks. Her scream let me know it was effective. "How many other times have you cheated on me?" I asked, strapping her again. Once she'd finished screaming and squirming, she sobbed, "Never, I swear. Never. Nobody has ever touched me like that. Nobody but you." I was out to prove a point, but I didn't want to injure her. After the first five, I eased back and the next five were much lighter. It didn't stop her from crying and acting like I was killing her. After ten, I lifted her to her feet, then tossed her onto the bed, belly down. "Do we understand each other, Lisa?" She nodded, through her sobbing and tears. I sat down beside her, and brushed her hair back. "I love you, babe. I don't mind you dressing slutty, or flirting a little. But you need to know where the limits are. You had an obligation to stop him, the first time he grabbed your ass or fondled your breast. You never should have touched him like you did. You know that, right?" "You . . . saw . . . everything?" she gasped, through her tears. "Everything. I knew he was up to no good, and I waited for you to stop him, but you never did." "You should have—" "No, babe. If I stopped it, what was to prevent you from going along the next time my back was turned? No, YOU had to stop it, but you didn't. Now I don't trust you to be alone with him, or any other man. You were a total slut with him." She buried her face in the pillow, her cries louder than ever. I rubbed her back, trying to soothe her. "I'm angry with you, but your punishment is over. I'm not throwing you out or divorcing your cheating ass. Not this time. This was your one free mistake, and you won't get a second one. Am I understood?" She nodded. Then turned her head and faced me. "You didn't have to make her suck you. That wasn't fair." I glared at her. "He sucked your tits. She sucked my cock. And it wasn't about you, that was his punishment. He could have done it himself. Instead he was humiliated, and had to ask Pam to do it. He got to see his uptight wife go down on me, as revenge for what he did to you, and to our friendship. At least I stopped it. If I hadn't walked in on you, where do you think you would have stopped?" She looked down, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. I didn't hear you. Would you have stopped on your own, if I hadn't shown up, or would you have fucked him?" "I . . . I don't know. I'd like to think I would have stopped before it went that far. I never wanted to cheat on you." "I guess it's a good thing I showed up then, isn't it? 'Cause if you had fucked him, you'd be sleeping somewhere else tonight." "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I know. Now go clean up. I don't want any trace of his manhandling you left after you bathe. Use a Brillo pad if you have to." Her butt was glowing as she got up and started her bath. Me, I went and turned on the TV. The second half had already started. I was still pissed I never got my bet in before the 4:00 kickoff. ~ * ~ * ~ Things were awkward for a long time. It was at least a month before Ron came over, apologizing profusely, and swearing it would never happen again. He said he missed our friendship, and if I was honest with myself, so did I. I still didn't trust the groveling bastard. He didn't come over alone anymore. We might go out to a sports bar, just the two of us, but if he entered our house, Pam was there with him. I will say that her attitude has changed, and she's a lot easier to be around. She flirts with me outrageously, and sometimes I play along. I'm pretty sure she does it to get under Ron's skin. Well, Ron's and my wife's, probably. Lisa is still a flirt, but not with Ron. If she knows he's coming over, she's covered from head to toe, wearing her industrial grade panties and bra. If I leave the room, it's not five seconds before she's beside me. I've told her I trust her, but she says she doesn't want to take any chances, and she's still not sure she'll ever trust Ron again. I swear it was six months before she even smiled at him. And after they leave, she reassures me that I'm the only one for her, that her one mistake was an aberration, and tries to fuck my brains out. She always starts with a blowjob, and once again, I lie and tell her that she's the best, that I was saying that stuff about Pam just to tweak Ron. Lisa doesn't stop until I'm little more than an exhausted lump of meat, stretched out on the bed. That works for me. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Strange Afternoon He swats her again, a little harder. Lisa's eyes close in a sort of grimace. When he gives her a third swat, she looks back over her shoulder but doesn't say anything. She just looks at him as he smacks her again. She closes her eyes and drops her head as he smacks her several more times. I am so mesmerized by the sight of Ron spanking Lisa that without thinking, I struggle with my zipper to free my rock hard erection. My shorts are already damp, a combination of sweat and my cock oozing. I can't take my eyes off Lisa's firm ass; her skin is red from the repeated slaps. The expression on her face is pure lust, I've seen this look before and know it must stop; I start for the door but stop again. My curiosity has taken over. I drop my cup on the floor; the combination of emotions is making me clumsy. Cleaning the mess up seems to take forever and every time I lift my head, the scene outside is continuing. I am mad as hell, but at the same time my cock is still hard because of the erotic feelings stirred up in my mind. I realize this hesitation means that I am more turned on by the scene outside than I am mad, but this must stop. When I look out again, Ron is handing Lisa another glass of wine as they begin dancing again. I know Ron has been keeping her glass full all afternoon. The story on her ipod is my fault; it is another in the same series. I had hoped to spice up our sex a bit; it's certainly working, just not as planned. A new song starts, this one is another of her rap songs, and her moves become more suggestive. She raises her arms over her head and is clapping along with the driving beat. Her movements are downright vulgar, but it comes off as hot and very sexy. Ron dances alone behind her watching intently. He hasn't seen her dance like this before. The next time she comes close, he reaches out and pulls her close for a second before she quickly moves away. She spins away, then back to him. She grabs his shoulders, turns him so his back is to her and proceeds to rub her body against him as she does her dirty dance. She runs her hands down over his butt and down to his knees, then continues right back up to his crotch. I watch as she actually brushes his crotch before dancing away again, laughing harder this time. When he comes back toward her, she turns her back to him and moves back against him. This time when he puts his hands on her waist, she takes his hands in hers, and slowly moves them up along her sides, brushing her breasts with his hands before dancing quickly away from him again. He tries to get close again but she gives the no-no sign, giggling as she does. I don't know what to do now, this has gone so far that I need to stop it, but at the same time, I also want to watch this show. Just minutes ago, I thought Lisa would slap him for getting a little fresh and now she is teasing him relentlessly. I don't know how far she will let him go, and I am not sure I want to find out. The wine is making her very bold. This has been an erotic situation, but it has gone way too far and I know it wouldn't have happened if I had not been willing for it to. I could have gone back outside at any time and this would not be happening. I watched Ron pour more wine every time, and I watched him looking at her, in a situation that would arouse any man. I should have stopped it but I was enjoying it. Outside things are heating up, Lisa is leaning forward against a chair, holding on with both hands, her eyes are closed and she is doing the sexiest dance I have seen. He dances up behind her again, and tries pulled her dress up but she slaps his hand away. She keeps the sexy dance going, ignoring him. Then turning to face him, she pushes him into the chair. She backs up a step and slowly, in rhythm to the music, pulls her dress a little higher with each bump and grind of her dance. The song continues with its funky beat and she teasingly pulls the dress higher until she has the dress to the top of her thighs. The song changes before she gets to the point of showing her panties. Ron stands and she pushes him back down into the chair. He keeps trying to get close but she won't let him. She is making him suffer as she cups her soft breasts and squeezes her nipples, smiling seductively, looking him in the eye. I know it's only a matter of time before she lets him come closer. She is drunk and obviously out of control. Ron finally stands with his hands on his hips and says something harsh as he grabs her by the arm. He leads her to the table this time. Lisa struggles more but gives in as Ron forces her over the table. He smacks her hard and I hear the squeal of pain through the glass. She tries to straighten up but he pushes her back down on the table holding both her wrists, and smacks her ass again. She struggles more but by the third time she reaches out to grip the other side of the table and lays her head down. Ron smacks her hard again and she stops struggling and arches her back. Lisa is gripping the table with both hands and arches her back, sticking her ass back as if asking for more. Ron smacks her again, I can't hear the sound she makes but it is not a squeal or scream. She turns loose of the table and stands up facing Ron with a strange look on her face. I think he realizes he has crossed the line and says something as he turns away from her. Lisa quickly approaches him as he walks away and from behind, she slaps him on the side of the head, almost knocking him down. He does a double step to catch himself but goes down to his knees. Lisa follows through with a slap to his shoulder causing him to roll over on his back. She quickly straddles him and takes both his wrists and pushes them over his head. Her breasts are brushing his face as she says something harsh. Holding his wrist, she drags her breast from side to side over his face, only the thin material between her nipples and his mouth. He catches one nipple and begins to suck it through the fabric. Lisa closes her eyes and leans her head back in enjoyment at the same time she begins to grind herself against him. I watch this scene in amazement trying to decide what to do. When Lisa releases his wrist, Ron rolls her over and crawls between her legs. Lisa tries to close her knees together but he is ahead of her and forces her legs open. Her eyes are closed tightly he holds both her wrists with his left hand as his right hand pushes the dress up to her neck and his hand begin roaming over her bare skin. After a few seconds, he releases her hands and reaches for a cushion on the chair next to them and pulls it to the concrete. Then he rolls her over on her stomach. She doesn't resist as he rips her panties roughly and smacks her still red skin. He smacks her several times before licking his finger and sliding it slowly between her scarlet ass cheeks. She presses back against his hand as he continues pushing into her wet folds before pulling his finger out and pushing it into her mouth. She is surprised but greedily sucks the finger as if she can't get enough. This is going too far, I quickly stride across the kitchen and open then slam the back door, giving fair warning that I am back. To be continued...