80 comments/ 113915 views/ 97 favorites How Do We Look, Baby? By: lovecraft68 Author's Note: This is my first entry in the Loving Wives category. As this most likely will be the first story many of you have read from me, I issue a disclaimer. I believe the difference between erotica and porn is not the level of heat at the end, but how we arrive at that heat. I enjoy trying to tell a complete story and not just rushing to the 'good stuff'. Having said that if quick stroke stories are what you prefer this work will not be to your taste. I'll also warn that my penchant for hardcore BDSM factors into this tale. On a final note a big thanks to fellow author Larasscasse for his editing assistance. Now onto the story, hope you enjoy it. Lovecraft68. * I jerked awake and looked at the clock to see that it was eleven thirty. I sighed disgustedly, here we go again. Greg had told me he would be in by ten thirty and I'd fallen asleep waiting for him. I don't know why I thought tonight would be different. Maybe because when I'd walked into his office and opening my robe, playfully flashed him the hot little black and red bra and panties I'd just bought, he'd smiled and told me I looked hot. Then again I should have known better. As soon as I'd told him he should show me how hot he thought I was, he'd made a show of holding up some folders and saying he had to finish some work. I resisted the urge to ask him when he thought he might find time to work on me, but held back. That would lead to another argument and guarantee there would be no chance at sex. Instead I briefly considered dropping to my knees, sucking on his cock, then hopping on. No matter how engrossed in his work he was, Greg never seemed to turn down my mouth. I quickly shook off that thought and with a forced smile and a "Don't be long, baby," I walked out of the room. "Maybe a few weeks ago I'd have used my mouth to entice him, but why the hell should I? Would it kill him to come onto me for once?" I wondered if he were still working or just trying to outlast me. That was the pattern over the last few months - I'd go to bed hopeful and eventually get tired of waiting and fall asleep. I would wake up when he slid into bed and either be too tired to go after him, or he would claim he was exhausted. The last few months; as it had countless times lately the thought of what had changed during that time entered my mind. Up until this point Greg and I had a pretty good sex life. Maybe not as hot as I would have liked it, but I had come to terms that I was higher drive than he was and didn't mind killing some batteries here and there when he wasn't in the mood. Then Greg changed jobs. The money was better, but the work more difficult, the hours longer and since then our bedroom activities had all but ceased. In fact the once a week I could get out of him was so formulaic and unsatisfying, I didn't know why I kept looking for it. Some nights it was as if Greg were forcing himself to fuck me. A quick suck on my nipples, sliding his fingers up and down my clit as if her petting a dog and then either rolling over on me, or rolling me over and fucking me for what if I were lucky these days was a couple of minutes. During the fifteen years we'd been married, Greg had always been pretty affectionate, now I was lucky to get a kiss goodbye, hello and goodnight. Disinterested was the word I would use. However, when I'd spoken to my best friend Holly about it, she used another word - Affair. According to her all the signs were there; a new job meant meeting new people. Greg was leaving earlier, working later and was now taking clients to dinner and had Saturday meetings. Holly had point blank told me her thought was it was the same client and a female one. I told her Greg would never do that to me. We might be struggling with his new lifestyle, but he would never hurt me that way. As much as I denied them, Holly's remarks did concern me enough to speak to my sister Karen about it. Karen, who was four years older than me and whose husband was a couple of years older than her, brought up the simple fact of a physical issue. At forty two Greg and I were no longer kids, but where my sex drive seemed to be increasing he was going in the other direction. Greg had also put on weight, didn't eat right, was under a lot of stress from work and always seemed stressed. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility that was true. Especially when Karen pointed out that a guy would rather make any excuse in the book to cover up the fact he couldn't get it up right anymore. She had suggested I keep trying and that was what I'd been doing. I'd tried everything from giving him a nice massage to relax him, to new lingerie, to even one night on a whim dressing up in an old cheerleader costume. Each time I'd gotten some, but it was quicker than it used to be and except for the time with the cheerleader outfit I'd had to really spend a lot of time using my mouth to get him fully hard. That of course led to the sex being quick. Lying there getting frustrated despite my best efforts not to be, I thought of the other half of the problem. Greg was making no effort to make me happy. It was weeks since he'd gone down on me and even then he'd looked as if he wanted to roll his eyes. Every time he got off quick I would ask him to make me cum and he would, but as if he were going through the motions. The last time he'd sucked on my nipple while stroking my clit and when I opened my eyes he was staring off into space as if he weren't even interested he was fondling his wife's pussy. Things like that were making it tougher and tougher to hang in there without point blank saying, "I think you need to start taking some pills." It's not like I minded masturbating here and there. In fact sometimes a nice long playful session could be fun even when I was getting some, but to rely on it was another story. I was too into sex to be happy with the only hard thing ever being in there a vibrator. I turned my head at the sound of the floorboard creaking in the hallway. I heard the bathroom door and knew Greg would be coming in soon. Part of me wanted to just say forget it; he was dodging me, but damn it I was horny! Deciding to try again, I kicked the sheet off and stretched out in the middle of the bed. Turing my head towards the bureau I looked at my reflection in the long mirror over it. It wasn't as if I were unattractive. I jogged twice a week and went to the gym every other morning. That regiment had kept my long legs looking good, my ass nice and firm and my stomach was still nice and flat. Add to that my long blonde hair and blue eyes and I still noticed a lot of men noticing me. If Greg was suffering from a lack of desire, I certainly didn't feel responsible for it. Never mind the fact that there was little I wouldn't do. The only thing I'd ever turned Greg down for was anal sex. Even with that I would let him slip a finger in now and then or even a slim vibrator. I just didn't like the idea of a cock up there. I heard the bathroom door open and on a whim leaned up and reaching back, removed my bra and tossed it to the floor. I put my arms over my head further pushing my tits out and spread my legs open. My tits were on the small side, but because of that they were still high and firm. Reaching up, I gave my little pink nipple a playful pinch to make sure they were hard and waited for Greg to come in and see me spread out for him, wearing only the skimpy thong. The red lace barely covered my freshly shaved pussy and despite of my recent lack of success just lying on the bed like this was getting me wet. The door opened slowly as Greg was no doubt trying to enter silently and when he appeared his initial reaction was to stop and stare. I smiled as I watched his eyes trail up and down my body. I would have done the same, but in the shapeless black sweat pants and baggy t-shirt he was wearing it wasn't like I was getting a great view. Greg closed the door behind him and walking to the foot of the bed said, "Wow Brenda I..." "I like that reaction." I interrupted him with a laugh. "I thought you'd be sleeping it's almost midnight." He finished. Greg walked over to his side of the bed and picking up the alarm clock began to set it. "Wow Brenda you look hot! Was a little more of what I was looking for." I said disgustedly as I rolled over onto my side to watch him. "You do look hot," Greg said without turning around. "By the way I have to go in for seven tomorrow." "That sounded sincere." I sighed, "And since when do architects start at seven am?" "Since we're behind on the project and need to have something for a meeting at noon." He replied, putting the clock down and sitting on the bed his back to me. "Greg?" "Yes, Brenda?" "Am I so bad to look at you have to keep your back to me?" I'd said it with more emotion than I'd wanted too. I was pissed and I was fine with him knowing that, but the words had come out framed in the hurt I felt. "Of course not." I guess there was something to be said for guilt, as rolling over onto his side to face me, He kissed my cheek and said, "Brenda you are as beautiful and sexy as you were back when I met you." "You don't make me feel that way anymore." I meant what I said, but this time gave him a pout. The pout used to be my deadliest weapon when we fooled around. My lips were soft and full and if I do say myself, quite talented. My pout would always make Greg envision me pouting over his cock and he could never turn it down. That is until now. "Brenda please, just because we haven't been having sex as much doesn't mean I don't think you're..." "As much? Try not at all lately." I said shaking my head, "Greg can I ask you something?" "There's no one else Brenda!" he snapped, "Jesus, I mean...." "That's not what I was going to ask." I said softly as warning bells and Holly's voice went off in my head, "Why would you think that?" "I...because I guess that's what men and women think when you know....things slow down." Greg hadn't hesitated at all and I felt a flood of relief. He'd never been a good liar so at least I could relax about another woman. So it was time to acknowledge the elephant in the room. "What I was going to ask you is if you need help." "Help?" "Yeah, like...." I shrugged, "Pills or something." "You think I can't get it up?" he asked rolling his eyes, "I'm tired from work and stressed and because I'm not all over you. I need fucking Viagra?" he grunted, "Little full of yourself, aren't you, Brenda? Sorry if I'm not hard at the sound of your voice." "I used to be full of you!" I snapped, "Now I got a draw full of batteries and I'm not full of myself, but I'm lying here with my fucking tits a foot from your face and you're not even looking at them." "I've been looking at them for years, I..." "Oh, I'm sorry! Should I get new ones? These aren't good enough anymore?" "That's not what I meant." He sighed, "But you're pissed and there's no point in explaining anything, think what you want." Sitting up, he pulled the sheet up and lying on his back, closed his eyes. "Besides," he said, reaching out to shut the lamp off without opening his eyes, "If you need your tits stared at Chad does that ever time he's here so don't worry, you have a fan." "How dare you!" I growled at him. "Don't you mention him and make it sound like I'm doing something wrong! Chad does all our yard work because you don't." "I work remember? And Chad does the yard work because he's hoping to trim your bush when I'm not home." I started to speak and forced myself not to. I wouldn't be baited. Granted there was a part of me that wondered if Chad, the very attractive nephew of our next door neighbor, was into me. He was always staring and although he was only twenty was pretty damn ballsy, flirting every time he came over. I'd be lying to say it wasn't a turn on, but then again, he might just be playing up to me to keep getting me to pay him to take care of the yard. Greg was quiet and I was prepared to roll over and call tonight for what it was; another failure. Just before I did I caught sight of the picture of the two of us on the nightstand. It was taken on our tenth anniversary and we were on the beach, Greg was behind me, his arms around my waist and we were smiling into the camera. We had never fought like this. I needed to relax and keep trying. I'd never wanted to be one of those couples who lost their spark. "I'm not Mrs. Robinson, Greg. He's a good looking kid and he's full of himself. Thinks every woman is on the prowl." Greg didn't respond and at first I thought he was going to feign sleep, instead he opened his eyes and turning to look at me said, "Well you are over forty you know, so you fit all those hot cougar fantasies." "Yeah, you think I'm a hot cougar?" I asked. "Hot yes, but a cougar to me would be like sixty and that's nasty." He laughed. "Okay, so how about I'm your hot wife?" "I agree to that." He rolled over on his side and kissed me. "My very hot trophy wife." "I like that!" I laughed, "Can I quit the office?" "Um....no." He smiled at me and tugging on his sweat shirt I said, "Baby, lose this rag and show your wife how hot she is." "Brenda, I really am kind of tired." "Honey, I'm horny!" I gave him the pout and cupping my tits held them up, "Come on and play with me!" Greg paused, looked as if he were going to continue, but when I reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants he smiled and sitting up, took his shirt off. Laying back down he rolled over to me and started kissing my neck. I sighed and closed my eyes, grateful I'd kept pushing. Greg was sucking gently on my neck and I moaned when his fingers found my nipple. His other hand was trailing down my stomach and felt like it was trembling. I started stroking his cock through his pants and frowned as he didn't seem to be getting any harder. Greg's entire body seemed tense and when his mouth left my neck and trailed down to my tit he sucked my nipple into his mouth so quickly it hurt. "Easy baby," I said my hand beginning to stroke him harder, "It's not a race." "Sorry," he murmured and began gently tonguing my nipple. "Let's get these off." I pulled on his pants. Releasing my nipple, Greg rolled onto his back and lifting his legs pulled his pants off. I went to roll over and begin kissing him, but he quickly rolled back over onto his side and sliding his hand down my stomach, slipped it into my thong. I'd been so pent up that even the little attention he had given me had me wet and I groaned as his fingers slid through my lips. He went back to sucking my nipple and again I noticed how tense he was. "Relax, Greg. See baby, this is what you need, get you all calmed down." Greg grunted something, but I didn't hear it over my yelp as he shoved his fingers into me and started pumping them. I didn't consider myself delicate, but he was jerking them in and out of there like an awkward teenager rather than my lover of the last two decades. "Greg, easy! I....oh!" He slid his fingers out and began rubbing my clit. I began thrusting my hips into his fingers, desperate to get some relief and reaching down, grabbed his cock again. He was still only semi-hard and I began pumping him while his fingers worked my sorely neglected button. I winced again when he began sucking my nipple harder and his fingers were pressing uncomfortably hard against my clit. His fingers were moving faster and despite my discomfort, I could feel my legs starting to tremble. "Oh, yes." I moaned, "Oh..I... no, don't stop!" Greg had started to move his hand and I quickly clamped my legs around it. "Honey, I'm right there! I..." "Forget it, Brenda." He said disgustedly. "I...I told you I'm tired, I...I can't even get it all the way up." He wasn't lying. His cock was no harder then when I'd started playing with him. Greg pulled his hand from between my legs and resisting the urge to whimper in frustration or point blank ask him, why should that mean I can't finish, I said soothingly, "Hey, it's okay, baby." "Just let it go Brenda," He grabbed my wrist. "We'll play tomorrow, I promise." "Greg, just relax." Pushing him onto his back, I slid down the bed and rolled over between his legs. "I heard a rumor your trophy wife is a hell of a fluffer." Before he could respond I grabbed his flaccid cock and taking him between my lips began sucking gently. He was so soft I couldn't really bob my head. Instead I just sucked and swirled my tongue around the tip. No surprise, Greg stopped protesting and moaned softly as I began sucking harder. I moaned as well at the feeling of his cock beginning to stiffen. I would get him hard, climb on top and after he got off, we could get back to my needs. Greg was getting hard enough that I could begin to move my head and I couldn't help notice that his stomach was starting to get in the way. He'd really begun to let himself go. That was a topic for another time. For now I slid a little further down between his legs and propping myself up, started making a show of taking him down to his balls. It wasn't that hard, first off because he still wasn't completely hard and truth be told Greg was about average in size, not like a couple of guys I'd fucked before him, one of them had been hung... I shut off that thought. Sadly I'd been fantasizing more and more about previous lovers as well as a certain young landscaper we currently had. I didn't really worry about it; it was natural to think about what you weren't getting. Now however wasn't the time. I began shaking my head back and forth as well as massaging his balls with my free hand. Greg was breathing hard and his hips were starting to rock. I looked up at him, my blue eyes wide and started to make little whimpering noises. Greg had always been a fan of the 'little girl' routine and I was damn good at it. Disturbingly, I had a hard time seeing up to his face over his stomach, but he moaned out, "Damn you look hot Brenda." I removed his cock from my mouth long enough to ask, "Aren't trophy wives supposed to be?" then went right back to sucking him. He was fully hard now and I could feel my pussy dripping at the thought that it was going to be feeling that cock very soon. I sucked him another few seconds then lifting my head, quickly slid up to straddle him. I hadn't been on top in a long time and again I had to pause and sort of push his stomach up to be able to get into position. I reached back and grabbed his cock to guide him into me and noticed he was already starting to soften. I quickly lowered myself down, but my pussy was so wet his head slid through my lips instead. I moaned as it felt damn good, but when I slid him back and tried to shove him in he was too soft. Again fighting my frustration, I held his cock and started rocking my hips, sliding him up and down the length of my hot wet flesh. I looked down and could see Greg looked frustrated, he was also sweating and flushed. He opened his eyes and started to say something, but I grabbed his wrists and putting his hands on my chest said, "Play with them, baby." Greg cupped my tits, but that was it, just held them. I looked down into his brown eyes that used to light up at the sight of his wife's naked body, but now looked as if he could care less. His cock wasn't getting harder and I told myself to just give up. But my pussy was wet and I needed it so bad, I kept going. With an air of desperation, I slid back between his legs, took him back into my mouth and started sucking him fast and hard. I would get him up and this time keep him in my hand while he rolled over between my legs. There was no way I wasn't getting any tonight and if he was having problems maybe fucking me once would make him feel better. I took him all the way down and began repeatedly deep throating him. Even in his annoyed state, Greg couldn't stop moaning and his cock was now rock hard. His hips were moving and I was getting ready to move when he cried out. How Do We Look, Baby? "Oh God Brenda! Don't stop!" No! I thought, trying to slide him from my mouth, I wanted too.... I yelped in surprise around his cock when I felt his hand grab the back of my head and push it down. He thrust his hips shoving his cock deep into my mouth and before I could react, Greg cried out, "Oh, fuck!" and his cock went off in my mouth. I was caught by surprise and made a gagging sound as his cum hit the back of my throat and I reflexively swallowed it. I tried to move my head back, but Greg was holding my hair tightly in his hand and holding me there as he fucked my mouth. Don't get me wrong, normally a mouthful of cum would get me hot, but under the circumstances, I wasn't amused. Placing my hands on the bed, I pushed up hard, forcing his cock from my mouth, it was still spurting I felt spray my lips and dribble down my chin. His next spurt hit me on neck and ran down my tits. There was still some cum in the back of my mouth and I disgustedly pushed it out with my tongue, causing it to flow down my chin with the rest of it. "Damn," Greg gasped, "That..." he gave me a smile, "Looks good." "What the fuck was that?" I snapped at him, grabbing his side of the sheet and wiping his cum from my face. "I... what's the matter? I thought you wanted to..." "I wanted to get fucked!" I yelled at him. "I wanted to feel you inside me, not fucking blow you!" "You never complained before." He shook his head, "Christ Brenda, you could fuck up a wet dream. "Wet dreams are all I have!" I shouted. "I wanted to have sex and you came in my mouth like a fucking teenager getting his first BJ!" "I told you I didn't want to!" he began, raising his voice, "You kept pushing!" "Because I wanted you! And you didn't seem to mind my mouth; all your bitching stopped then didn't it?" I put my head down and trying to fight back tears added, "You used to want me." "I still do," he said lowering his voice, "But I'm..." "And what the fuck was that shit, holding my head down?" I demanded, "What do you think I am a fucking whore?" "I thought you liked it?" "I do when I know I'm going to get something else and its all fun." I waved my hand at him. "You wouldn't even let me cum, and then you treat me like a slutty fucking girlfriend." "Whatever, Brenda." He rolled his eyes and to my dismay turned over on his side, putting his back to me." "Oh, so that's it?" I asked, "You blow your load and I get nothing?" "You got toys," he replied, "Do what you have to." I sat there speechless. How the hell had things gotten this way? I wanted to say something more, tell him how much he'd just hurt me. Before I could that hurt overwhelmed me and I could feel the tears running down my cheeks. Turning away from him, I lay on my side and slid as far away from him as I could. I became aware of the taste of cum in my mouth and lying here next to my husband, I felt like a cheap whore. I saw our wedding picture on the bureau across from me and started to cry softly wondering if this was the beginning of the end. ***** I jumped and looked up from the newspaper at the sound of a lawn mower staring up. Leaning back in the small armchair, located near the picture window, I pulled the blinds out to see Chad on the other side of the yard. As always he was wearing a white t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, showing off his deep tan along with his tattooed and well muscled arms. Despite the heat he was wearing jeans that fit him well, hugging his damn fine ass. I got a better look at that ass when the mower stalled and he bent over to prime it. I shook my head as I watched the muscles in his arm flex while he yanked the cord. I imagined what those arms would look like flexed while he drove his hard young cock into me with my long legs wrapped around his waist. That image was a residual of last night's masturbation session just before I fell asleep. Just as it had been the night before and let's face it, all week. After the humiliating performance on Monday I hadn't even tried to approach Greg for sex. I went to bed, slipped a vibrator into my pussy and rubbed my clit. That vibrator became Chad's cock and my fingers his tongue. I smiled at the thought that Chad had been a busy boy this week. I suppose some women might think it was wrong to fantasize about another man to that level, but seeing the person who should be taking care of me wasn't, I felt there was no issue. What was an issue was Greg had no problem at all with just coming to bed and me not looking for anything. I swear he was relieved. On Monday I'd gotten a half sincere apology from him that he didn't mean to make me feel cheap. To me that wasn't good enough, but I told him it was so I could segue into asking him to come clean with me, did he have a physical issue? He has an attitude which was when I delivered my ultimatum. He had one week to either make an appointment for us to see his doctor or to see a marriage councilor. That had sent him into self righteous indignation and another argument. In the end I simply stuck with we were talking in a week. I was pulled from my thoughts by watching Chad begin pushing the mower around the yard. It was already in the eighties and I know he always did two other houses before ours and his arms were slick with sweat. I wondered what the rest of him would look all sweaty like that. Even better would be the thought of me getting him that way. Hell, Greg couldn't last long enough to get me to sweat anymore. Chad stopped near the window and after taking a minute to move the lawn chairs out of the way, removed a bottle of water from the small cooler on top of the mower. When he was finished he lifted the bottle and poured some of it over his head onto his thick black hair. "Oh, goddamn." I whispered watching the water drip down his shoulders and arms. This was getting ridiculous, I felt like a person on a diet being forced to stare at a double cheeseburger. "Why the hell is that kid here so early?" Greg demanded, snapping me out of my day dream. I quickly dropped the blind, hoping Greg hadn't seen me looking. I had no worries; he had gone over and picked his phone up from where it was charging on the coffee table. "It's nine thirty." I told him, "It's not that early." "Nine...." He looked at his phone, "Shit! I was supposed to be in work, why'd you let me sleep?" "Because you didn't say you were working." I shrugged, "In fact I thought you told me Thursday you weren't." "Yeah, well things changed." He said, "I...I have to get going, I'll tell them you forgot to set the alarm." "Of course." I rolled my eyes, "They'll understand that, a forty two year old guy who needs wifey to set the clock." He scowled and unable to help it, I threw in, "I'd say tell them your wife was all over you this morning and wouldn't let you leave, but that would really be a lie." "Maybe if my wife wasn't all over me about being all over her I would be." He retorted as he turned away. "I'm going to shower and get going; don't bother to make me anything I'll...." "No worries, I wasn't going to," I said smiling sweetly at him. "Whatever Brenda. I'll probably..." "Be late, I know." I said quietly. "Right." He said simply and headed off to the bathroom. The smile left my face. I was lashing out at him, because when he spoke he pissed me off, it like was like he wasn't himself anymore. But when I thought on it, I wasn't angry, I was upset. I had no real hope he would go to counseling and wondered what I would do when he wouldn't. I jumped at the sound of the lawnmower directly under the window and suddenly remembered the flowers I just planted. "Shit!" I exclaimed, hopping out of the chair. I'd forgotten to put up the foot high sections of white fence back around them. The last time I didn't fence something off, Chad mowed over my tomato plants. I was only wearing my short black robe with just panties underneath and couldn't go outside like this. I quickly ran into the bedroom and as I removed the robe felt a pang of sadness thinking that not all that long ago, just seeing me in this robe would get Greg going. Now all Greg did was get going, out the door. Tossing the robe on the bed I slipped on a pair of denim shorts. I headed for the bureau but hearing the mower getting closer to where the flowers were beneath the bedroom window, skipped looking for a bra and grabbing the pink tank top I'd been wearing to bed lately pulled it down over my tits as I headed out of the room. I didn't bother looking for shoes and going through the back door, breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Chad stopped several feet away. The mower must have gotten jammed and he had it on his side while he knelt next to it removing something from underneath it. I paused to take in the back of his broad shoulders and muscular back and sighed. I had no doubt Chad did damn well with the girls and that magnificent body was being wasted on some pretty young thing who was naïve enough to think sex was always going to be that good. "Flowers, Brenda." I reminded myself Tearing my eyes from Chad I walked over to the bushes I'd planted the flowers in between and getting down on my knees reached behind them where I left the pieces of fence. I pulled them out along with the trowel and after digging a small trench started sticking the pieces back in. As always when I worked in the yard, my worries faded away. I lost track of everything but the feeling of the cool moist dirt beneath my fingers and the damp grass beneath my bare feet. I was just starting to fill the dirt back in around the fence when I had the feeling of being watched. I looked over my shoulder to see Chad standing not three feet behind me, his eyes glued to my ass. I quickly turned my head back to the fence and feeling mischievous, and more than a little thrilled he was looking, began moving my ass back and forth as I finished patting the dirt down. I bent over further, pointing my ass higher and looking back saw Chad shaking his head, a smirk on his face. Sitting up I turned around and asked, "Chad! Are you looking at my ass?" "Oh," He said in surprise, "I...uh," the smirk turned into one of his perfect lady killer smiles, "Yeah I was." I laughed, "At least you're honest." "Be something wrong with me if I wasn't" he gave a low whistle, "You have a really nice ass." "Okay, Romeo," I said sitting up higher on my knees, "Behave, I'm a married woman." "Heard that one before," he winked. "Yeah, where, the under twenty one clubs you hang out in?" I had to hold back a smile when his faded. Chad liked playing the neighborhood stud, but in reality I knew he wasn't what he made himself out to be. He might have had a few girlfriends, but he certainly wasn't servicing the desperate house wives of Providence. Although I knew one who'd entertained the fantasy quite often. "That's just when there's no real women around." He came back with. "Real women?" I cocked my head. "Yeah, you know, like you. The girls my age are hot, but..." "Oh, and I'm not?" "No, I...That's not what I..." I couldn't hold back anymore and as I smiled at him, he laughed and shook his head. "Look, I'm trying okay?" "You'll get better when you," I winked, "Find a good teacher." "Do you know one?" "Mrs Higgins on the corner teaches English at Central." I replied. "Ugh." He gave a mock shudder. I shrugged and looking up at the sun, Chad said, "Damn it's hot out." He wiped at his forehead, then grabbing the bottom of his tank top lifted it up to wipe his face. Oh, for Christ's sake I thought, he'd been watching too much porn. Nevertheless I found myself staring at his chiseled tanned stomach and felt my heart begin to beat faster. While my eyes devoured his body I noticed a drip of sweat running down his stomach and had the desire to lean forward and lick it off of him. I lowered my gaze and realized immediately that was a bad move. My face was just about level with his crotch and not for the first time I wondered if he stuffed his jeans. They were tight and I found myself staring at one hell of a bulge. I knew I should look away, but my eyes lingered and the thought that I was on my knees in front of him caused a warm feeling between my legs. I imagined, unzipping him and pulling out that hard young cock, of giving him a blow job that would make his eyes roll. I'd be so much better than his little girlfriends and he would certainly be better than... I closed my eyes and told myself to stop. Using Chad for a little night time motivation was one thing, in person was another. I opened my eyes and looked up to see him smiling down at me. In an instant I knew he was thinking the same exact thing and another wave of forbidden heat flowed through me. I noticed his eyes lingering below my face and glanced down to see my hard nipples poking through the tank top. I quickly stood up; brushing some of the dirt from my knees and straightening saw he was still looking. "Now what are you looking at?" I asked. Chad shrugged and said, "Sorry Mrs. Wilson." He was smirking when he said it and his brown eyes were staring straight into mine. "Sorry you were looking or sorry you were caught?" I asked. "Neither really." He laughed, "Are you sorry I was looking?" Be careful Brenda. "It's very flattering." I told him. "Nice looking young guy like you checking out an old lady like me. Makes me feel I'm not so bad for my age." "Not bad for any age." He winked. "Now Chad," I said shaking my head, "Would you really want to be with a married woman?" "If she'd let me." "Well you'll have to keep looking then." I said, crossing my arms over my tits. My nipples were so hard they were aching. "Guess so." he shrugged. "I'm only playing around though. I just think you're pretty hot." "Well speaking of hot, it's not getting any cooler so why don't you finish up?" "Ouch." He placed his hand over his chest. "She shoots, she scores." I laughed at him and he gave me a huge smile, but not that fake pretty one, this one was genuine and even more attractive because of it. "Hey" Greg's voice called out to our left. "Am I paying you to take care of the yard or hit on my wife?" We both turned to see Greg, dressed in a white dress shirt and black slacks coming towards us. Besides his words what caught my attention was since when did he dress up to work on a Saturday? "What's the matter with you?" I asked. "Oh, please! I've been looking out the window for the last minute watching you two making eyes at each other." "We were just talking." Chad said calmly. "Oh yeah?" he pointed down at my legs, "That why her knees are dirty?" "Greg!" I exclaimed, "What the hell is wrong with you?" I knew I'd been flirting and not minding that Chad was and maybe that wasn't quite right, but that comment stunned me. "Me? I'm not the one standing here dressed like a slut in front of some kid." "I am not dressed like..." "You're not wearing a fucking bra and you probably had to pry your ass into those shorts. What're you trying to do, look his age?" "Mr. Wilson," Chad began. "We...I....wasn't doing anything, really." "Don't say anything, Chad." I told him. "He's being an asshole." Greg shook his head, "Yeah, my wife's half dressed with dirty knees in front of a teenager in heat and..." "Hey I'm twenty!" Chad said indignantly. "Won't live to see twenty one if you keep fucking around with married women." Greg pointed at him. "Are you threatening me?" Chad's eyes widened and he took a step towards Greg. "I'm warning you, kid." Greg said, "You can get in a lot of trouble fooling with someone's wife." "Shut up Greg." I said getting between them. "You want to be a prick to me, fine. Don't start on him." "Aw, how sweet, protecting your little boy toy." Greg gave me a nasty smirk. "You're acting like his mommy. Then again, you're old enough to be." Looking at Greg, gut hanging over his waist and knowing his idea of exercise these days was lifting the remote, I bit back the remark that it wasn't Chad who needed protecting. Ignoring his latest taunt, I tried to stop him from getting his ass handed to him. "Greg..." "Which is what makes you really pathetic, Brenda." He continued, "A woman your age out here trying to show off to a guy like him." he laughed, "Desperate housewife." "You son of a bitch." That was it, I'd had it. "Maybe I wouldn't be des..." "Whatever," Greg waved his hand at me, "You're right. Nothing's going on. No way a young kid like that would want a used up slut like you." "Hey!" Chad snapped behind me, causing me to jump. "You don't talk to a woman like that!" "Please, kid, what do you know about women?" Greg shook his head at him. "You've barely gotten your dick wet and that's all you think with. You get older you learn to show them their place." "My place?" I repeated numbly, who the hell was this guy? "And assholes like you are the reason women think men are all pigs." Chad stepped around me and stepped up to Greg, "You got a real big mouth with women. Guys like you always do." He put his arms out, "What you got to say to me old man?" "Old man?" Greg asked, his eyes widening, "If she's old enough to be my mother, you're old enough to be my father." Chad made a show of looking Greg up and down, "Or in the shape you're in maybe my grandfather." What the hell was this, high school? I went to step between them again, when Greg laughed and pointed at me, "Bet this is getting you hot, isn't it Brenda? You're little friend sticking up for you." "I'm sticking up for her because she's better than you deserve." Chad told him heatedly. "And what does she deserve Chad? A nice young guy who'll lie to her and tell her she's still hot, so she'll get on her knees and suck your cock out of gratitude?" "My god, Greg," I said softly. As bad as his words were the look on his face was even worse. Greg was staring at me with nothing short of disdain. What had I done to deserve this? As it had the other night, the feelings of hurt and humiliation overwhelmed my anger and I found myself standing there like the pathetic victim he was treating me like. "Holy shit." Chad said, and turning to me asked, "Why the hell are you with..." "Because she knows I'm right." Greg said then putting his finger in Chad's chest raised his voice, "Now get your sorry ass out of my yard and if I see you near my wife again, I'll kick your ass, got it?" Chad looked like he was going to continue, but I shook my head and with a disgusted grunt, he said, "Whatever tough guy. The only thing you could beat me at would be a race to a buffet, but I'll leave out of respect for your wife." "At least someone respects me." I said quietly. "Try earning it and maybe I will." Without another word, Greg turned around and walked across the yard to the BMW he'd blown half our savings on three months ago and made a show of peeling out of the driveway. I stood there fighting back the tears so I wouldn't feel even more pathetic. Chad was quiet as well and after a moment sighed and started to walk towards the mower. "Chad, stop." I reached out and grabbed his arm. When he turned to look at me, I got control of myself and said quietly. "I...I'm so sorry. I don't know..." "No, Mrs Wilson," Chad interrupted, putting his hand on my shoulder, "I'm sorry. Sorry you feel like you have to put up with that piece of shit." I stared into his eyes and realized here was a kid half my age telling me I shouldn't be dealing with this. If that didn't tell me something about how bad things had gotten. Still, I found I was trying to stick up for Greg. "He's...he's not really like that Chad." "Yeah? Must be a quick learner because he's damn good at it, but hey, it's your life." "Gee thanks." How Do We Look, Baby? He started to walk away again, then turning back to me, sighed, "Mrs. Wilson, do you know why I came to live with my Aunt and Uncle?" "I never asked." I hadn't, but Chad's aunt Shirley had told me there was trouble at her sister's house. "Because my piece of shit father has been treating my mother the way Mr. Wilson just treated you for my entire life." "Look Chad, Greg's not a bad guy. He's..." "None of them are." Chad waved his hand at me. "And my mother's defending his sorry ass is why I finally left. Between his shit, and her thinking she has to take it, I couldn't stand it anymore. I left before I beat his ass." "I...I'm sorry to hear that Chad." "And I'm sorry to see you're just like my mother. Knowing you deserve better, but making excuses." Again, hearing this kid talk like this hit me hard. Chad went on, "Hell, my old man has made her feel so bad for so long, she blames herself for it. She must be worthless and she's glad he puts up with her." He stopped speaking, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He wiped at his face and I saw his hand was trembling. "I hate men like him. I really do, fucking big shots when its women they're yelling at. I'd love to get a chance to straighten a guy like him out. Better yet I like to see their women smarten up and go find someone to take care of them. Then shove it in their face they finally found a real man, one that don't have to act like that." He exhaled loudly then said, "Well I guess I need to shut up. You don't need to hear my shit. I'm going to go and don't worry about paying me." "I'm sorry this upset you Chad." I gave him the best smile I could come up with and reaching out to touch his cheek said, "All the things you said are very sweet, Chad. It's good you see women shouldn't be treated that way." "Too bad they didn't see it that way." He looked down away and said, "Mrs. Wilson, can I ask..." "Call me Brenda and yes." "Uh....okay, Brenda, do you like being humiliated? He just called you a whore in front of me. You're okay with that?" "I'm a big girl Chad. I'll decide what I will or won't take." I said with a tone, even though I knew I should be asking myself that same question "Sorry, guess I should mind my business." He nodded, "I just think you're way too nice to be with a loser like that." "He's not a loser." I said, again defending the indefensible, "He's going through a tough time and he'll change." "Yup." Chad said, turning away from me. "My mom said that twenty five years ago." ***** The sound of a horn blaring behind me caused me to snap my head up and I saw the light in front of me had turned green. I gave a wave to whoever was behind me and gunned my five year old Camry through the intersection. I rubbed at my tired and eyes and swore I would give in and take a couple of the sleeping pills my doctor had prescribed for me when I saw her Tuesday. I'd just gone for a checkup, but after noticing the bags beneath my red rimmed eyes, Doctor Phillips had begun asking me why I wasn't sleeping. I'd said stress then when pressed confessed things weren't going well at home and I wasn't sleeping. She'd given me the pills, but I resisted taking them. Seeing however, I had just dozed off at a red light, I figured I didn't have much choice. I'd also nodded off at work twice today. Fact was it seemed I could sleep anywhere but home these days. The fact that after Saturday night I was alone in the bed didn't help. Greg hadn't come home until after six Saturday and we had immediately gotten into it. I yelled at him for the way he'd spoken to me in front of Chad and he seemed to see no problem with it. Eventually he said I was just embarrassed because he showed Chad I was nothing more than the other pathetic girls he dated. I was just older and with that nasty smirk he'd been displaying more and more added 'used up'. I'd told him if he felt I was that nasty he didn't have to sleep with me and he'd almost gladly begun to sleep in the guest room. When Monday came, I confronted Greg when he'd finally gotten home from work at seven and he told me he had no desire to talk about 'my problems' with him. We'd fought again and I wanted to kick myself when I burst out in tears and asked him why he didn't want me anymore. In the past my tears had never failed to move Greg even if I was in the wrong. Monday however, all I got was an eye roll and him walking away calling me a drama queen. The last three days had been like living a bad dream. Greg got up and left before I even got up and was coming home later and later. When he did show up, he barely grunted at me and went into the guest room. At least work had given me something to do but now that it was Friday, I would be stuck home with my thoughts all weekend. I had considered calling Karen and spending the weekend with her, but then there would be questions and I wasn't ready to answer those yet. I pulled onto our street with the sad thought of how much longer would it be our street. I parked in the driveway and had gotten out of the car when I heard my name called. I turned around to see Chad sitting on the steps in front of the back door. He stood when he saw me look at him, but didn't come towards me. I walked over to where he was standing and wondered what he was doing here. When I got up close I could see he looked upset. "Hey, Brenda," he said softly. "Can I talk to you?" "What's wrong, Chad?" "Listen I....I have to show you something." "What is it?" I asked, feeling my stomach tighten, I didn't like the look on his face at all. "Well uh, I know it's none of my business," he grunted, "We kind of established that last time we talked, but anyway I was on the corner doing Mrs. Higgins lawn and well..." He paused and my nerves getting the better of me I snapped, "Spit it out, Chad. You shouldn't even be here. I've got enough problems." "Yeah well, you got one more." He said softly. "I saw your husband come home and...he wasn't alone." I stared at him and heard Holly's voice in my mind. "No, it couldn't be," As that thought went through my head I began shaking it back and forth. "I'm not making it up, Brenda." "No." I told him pointing at him. "You're just saying that because you think he's an asshole." "He is." Chad shrugged, "But seriously I...." "Or maybe you do want to fuck me and want me mad at him!" I snapped, "I...I know things are bad, but Greg would never...." I trailed off as Chad sat down on the top step and reaching into a gym bag removed a laptop and patted the step next to him. "I knew you'd say that." He said as he opened the computer in his lap. "So as soon as I saw him and his little friend go inside, I... ran into your yard and looked into your bedroom window" he grunted, "Asshole is so stupid he didn't even pull the blinds down." "You..." I swallowed hard as I slowly lowered myself and sat next to him. "Taped something?" "I recorded it with my phone. Just kind of held it up to the window and e-mailed it to myself." He had opened a browser and I saw he was on a Yahoo e-mail page. "Brenda, I like you and don't want to see you hurt, but it wouldn't be fair for you not to see this." He opened up an attachment and as the window media player screen came up, I told myself. This was a sick prank, there wouldn't be anything there, or it was just a friend from work Greg had brought home and.... The screen came to life and here before my eyes was Greg lying naked on his back with a brunette wearing red lingerie between his legs. Her head was bobbing rapidly up and down and Greg was playing with her hair moaning, "Goddamn you can suck cock, Jenny." "Oh my God!" I cried out my hands going to my face. "Jenny" sat up between his legs and tossing her long black hair over her shoulder laughed, "Damn straight I can, bet I'm a lot better than your boring old wife!" To her I was old. Even with the picture a little fuzzy I could see this girl couldn't have been more than twenty five if that. "Yeah, she'd need a map to find it these days." Greg replied as he sat up and grabbed her grabbed her tits. "She hasn't put out in forever." "Liar!" I snapped irrationally at the computer. "I think it's more like he needs a mirror to find it under that gut." Chad added next to me. "That's okay!" Jenny laughed on the screen, as she reached around and removed her bra, "That's what I'm here for!" She whipped her bra off exposing a pair of very large and depressingly firm looking breasts. "And you like me better anyway, don't you baby?" "Hell yeah!" Greg laughed once again fondling her now bare tits, "Shit, she's got tits like a little girl!" "No, no, no." I moaned, shaking my head. My stomach felt as if someone had kicked me and the tears came flowing down my cheeks. "Not like this little girl!" Jenny laughed from the screen. "This little girl's young and smooth and tight aren't I baby?" "Let's see how tight!" Grabbing her shoulders Greg pushed her face down on the bed. Laughing, Jenny drew her knees up beneath her and pointed her ass in the air. Greg, with the first hard on, I'd seen him with in weeks, knelt down behind her, grabbed her hips and started fucking her. I wanted to look away, but couldn't. I felt like a person gawking at a horrific accident. Sickened, yet at the same time unable to tear my gaze from the sight of my husband of fifteen years fucking this woman in... "Oh you bad boy!" Jenny cried out, "Fucking me in your wife's bed!" "Someone has to fuck me in my bed." He grunted as he continued to slam into her round little ass. My already sore eyes were burning and even with Chad next to me the tears were flowing freely down my cheeks. "Better wash these sheets, because I'm going to cum all over her pillow," Jenny giggled, "Like I did last time!" I became aware of a high pitched whining sound and realized it was coming from me. I could feel a sob rising in my throat and tried to fight it. I lost the battle and as I watched, Greg reach out and begin pulling in her hair, I releases a loud pathetic whimper followed by a gut wrenching sob. "Jesus, I'm sorry, Brenda." Chad said. As he spoke, he slipped an arm around my shoulders and with his other hand started to close the laptop. "Hey!" Jenny called out, "Look at that picture of you and her!" "Stop." I said softly, reaching out and catching his wrist. "Brenda, you get the point." Chad said, "I'll e-mail this to you for court and...." "It's like she's looking at us!" Jenny continued, "Like she's watching you fuck me!" she laughed, and then continued "How do I look fucking your husband?" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, when I opened them I felt another feeling beginning to build within me - rage. "Yeah Brenda!" Greg exclaimed, "How do we look baby?" "You...son of a bitch." I whispered as my entire body began to tremble. "How do I look fucking a real woman?" I tried to say something, but I was so angry the muscles of my throat were constricted. Instead I sat there shaking violently, still holding Chad's hand away from the screen. In front of me Greg let out an idiotic moan and whipping his dick out came all over his little whore's back. "What was that, two minutes?" Chad muttered. Jenny squealed delightedly then laughed when picking up my pillow Greg used it to wipe the cum from her back. He sat back and snuggling up close to him Jenny asked, "Greg, when are you going to get rid of her so we can be together all the time?" "I'm trying, Jenny," he told her, his hand idly caressing her tit. "I've been treating her like shit, but she sticks around." He laughed, "Probably figures no on else would want her." "You piece of fucking shit!" Reaching out, and slamming the lap top screen down so hard Chad exclaimed, "Hey! That cost me..." "I'll buy you a new one if it's broken!" I snapped, "I...I can't believe that mother fucker and in our fucking bed!" I had never been so angry in my life and had to admit the burning rage welling up inside me felt better than the sadness that had been holding me hostage the last couple of weeks. "Well, um...like I said I'm sorry and..." "Are you Chad?" I asked, turning to look at him. "I don't think you are." "I...I'm not sorry you know the truth, but sorry it hurt." He said quietly. "It was none of my business, but you would have never believed anyone." He shrugged, "But to be honest, after the shit he was slinging the other day and the way he reminds me of my old man I didn't mind getting even with him by telling you." "Getting even." I repeated softly. I closed my eyes and envisioned Greg fucking Jenny, not just fucking her, but in my bed, wiping his cum on my pillow like a sick fucking teenager. Mocking me in every way. 'How do we look, baby?' his voice echoed in my head. "Brenda?" Ignoring Chad, I let my mind keep spinning, feeding the fire within me. How dare he treat me that way? Fucking some slut while being deliberately mean to me, trying to get me to leave. All the while lying to his whore that I didn't want to bother with him, acting like I was some old hag! That prick was turning into a fat slob who didn't care what he looked like and he was acting like I was so terrible to be with? My hands were clenched into fists and I could feel my long nails digging into my palms. Another image that entered my mind was the last time I'd tried to sleep with him. I'd ended up feeling like a whore with his cum dripping down my face while he put his back to me. A final scene came into my mind, last week Greg accusing me of fooling around with Chad. That asshole was cheating on me and trying to make like I was doing something wrong. Speaking of Chad, I had the sudden vision of standing up, taking his hand and leading him into my bed. Taking him and fucking the living shit out of him. Hell maybe I would tape it! Send it to Greg with a note, "How do we look, baby?" No, that wasn't enough, I wanted more than that! I...I cocked my head as I was struck with the vivid image of...A smile began to spread across my face. After all hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and I was feeling pretty fucking scorned. Opening my eyes I saw Chad looking at me nervously. "You okay, Brenda?" "Not yet, but I will be." I reached out and put my hand on his muscular arm. "So Chad, you want to get even with Greg? "I think I just did." "You did, but I haven't." "I think you will though." He grinned, "You show that tape to a lawyer and..." "Chad, do you want to fuck me?" "I...what?" he asked, his brown eyes wide. "You heard me, do you want to fuck me?" "Brenda, look I...uh...." "What is it Chad, you all talk?" I slid my hand from his shoulder and ran my fingers along his cheek. "You get a shot at me and you're going to turn tail?" "Well," he paused, "It's just that I didn't do this because of that, I..." "Who cares why you did it? Look Chad, I'm giving you a chance to be a man not a boy. I'm a good looking woman in her prime who hasn't had good sex in months and you're a hot kid who would be lying through his teeth if he said he didn't want me." "So you want to...?" he started to smile. "Damn straight I do," I nodded "And trust me Chad you're not going to make love to me or be sweet to me. You're going to fuck my brains out. I'm going to suck your cock like you've never dreamed about and let you have me anyway you want me!" "Damn." He whistled. "I...whoa!" He gasped as I dropped my hand onto his cock and squeezed it through his jeans. "Damn is right," I said softly. Oh goddamn! That wasn't a sock down there. That was nice big young cock that was already growing as I squeezed. "That's right, Chad, I'm going to be your dirty fucking slut! You're going to fuck me until you can't get it up anymore and then I'll just suck you hard again! You're going to lick my pussy until I cum in your face. How does that sound?" "I...hell yeah!" he laughed, and then pointing at the house asked, "Now?" "No." I shook my head. "Not tonight. Tomorrow morning." "Um...okay when he goes to work?" "Nope." I smiled wickedly at him. "Then when?" "We'll talk about that." I told him. "See I'm going to do everything I just said to you and as a bonus you get even more revenge, but we have to do it my way." "Your way?" I nodded, "Yes, my way. You want my pretty pussy, you're going to do exactly what I say. Tell you what, you do a good job and it won't be a one time thing. After all, I have a lot of making up to do!" I paused and began stroking his now erect cock. Even through the jeans I could feel how hard and thick he was. Damn, I wanted nothing more than to whip it out and suck on it, but not yet. "So, you going to play along?" I asked then made a show of slowly licking my lips. "I...anything you want." Chad exclaimed. "Good, now let's go. I'll tell you about it on the way." I stood up and began walking towards my car. "Where are we going?" Chad asked, catching up with me. "Down to that fetish store that just opened downtown. We need to pick up some things. Show Greg his hag of a wife isn't as boring as he likes to say she is." I got into the car and as Chad got into the passenger seat I looked at my now cold blue eyes in the rear view mirror and whispered, "How do we look baby?" ***** I stood in the shower, slowly lathering myself in raspberry body wash and thinking I hadn't felt this good in weeks. In spite of finding out Greg was cheating on me and the thought of what I was going to do today running through my mind, I'd slept like the dead last night. The minute my head hit the pillow I was out and my eyes didn't open until the alarm went off at eight. Unlike the last couple of weeks, when I'd woken up more tired than when I went to bed, today I felt refreshed, relaxed and ready to be reborn. Today was the end of my life as I knew it and although I knew there may be some tears over that when I got to my sister's tonight, but right now all I felt was excitement. No that wasn't all I felt. I thought as my hand slid between my legs and washed my smooth pussy. I was horny as fucking hell, had been since I woke up. In less than a half hour, I was going to get fucked the way I'd always wanted too. Even when we were happy, Greg was not one to really cut loose, but I loved him and it was okay. Today was about lust, not love and I was fully prepared to take everything Chad could dish out and beg for more. I smiled as I thought of Chad and not just because I was going to be watching him between my legs shortly, but at the look on his face when I told him what we were going to do. That look had grown more surprised with every item I picked up at The Velvet Rope and my final purchase made him ask me if I'd lost my mind. The entire ride back to my house Chad had asked if I were really going to go through with this. I told him I was and if he didn't have the balls, I'd go find someone who did. As I knew he would, Chad said he would do anything I wanted. The fact that he would because he wanted me so badly had me so wet I was squirming in my seat and the toughest part of my plan was waiting until this morning. I suppose I could have taken Chad for a fast hard ride to take the edge off and have him more relaxed when the time came, but I wanted my reaction this morning to be as strong as possible. I wanted to be able to emit a true squeal of delight the first time Chad shoved that big dick into my neglected pussy. I finished lathering up and putting my arms over my head let the hot water hit my body. I turned slowly, allowing the water to rinse me and enjoying the sensation of the heat as well as the steam around me. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed the simple things in life, but that was going to change. From now on I was going to enjoy myself in every way, starting in the bedroom. Once I'd rinsed, I reluctantly shut the water off. I had to get moving and go wake Greg up. How Do We Look, Baby? As good as I'd slept I had no doubt he'd slept better. The again when one has four sleeping pills slipped into their tea, that is usually the case. Stepping out of the shower I began to pat myself dry while thinking back to last night. The true sign of the rage I'd felt had been that when Greg arrived home last night. I'd been able to simply smile and ask how his day was. I had no desire to confront him or fight with him. That would have been making things easy on him, would have led to a fight and maybe him leaving. No, my new found coldness kept me in control so that he could be paid back properly. I even made some conversation with him and went so far as to say I felt bad we hadn't been getting along. Greg seemed okay with that and gave me a smile that I now knew was a patronizing one. I could hear him now to Jenny, "Pathetic bitch just keeps letting me treat her bad" That had brought me close to saying something, but just as quickly I heard his other words, the ones burned into my soul, "How do we look, baby?" Unable to resist one dig, I asked Greg what happened to my pillow case? I'd been in the bedroom and noticed it was gone. Greg had paused then simply shrugged and said he'd found it on the floor and tossed it in the laundry. When I commented that was odd, he said maybe it fell off last night and I didn't notice. I let it go then asked if he would like me to make him a nice cup of tea before I went to bed. I smiled as I finished drying off and picking up the hair dryer began working on my hair. I went back into Greg's office two hours later and he was passed out in his chair, a book still on his lap. That couldn't have worked out better for me, as I was able to wheel him from his office, down the hallway and into our bedroom. He was so drugged he didn't even move as I cuffed his wrists to the arms of the chair and using a pair of scissors cut his clothes off leaving him completely naked. He even slept blissfully through my shoving a ball gag in his mouth. Speaking of accessories, I finished my hair and after applying the smuttiest red lipstick I owned, donned the red and black bra and thong Greg had no interest in the other night. I slipped my short black robe on over it and as I tied it went out into the kitchen. I glanced at the clock and feeling my heart beginning to race picked my phone up off the table and called Chad. He must have been sitting on the phone as it hadn't even finished the first ring when he answered. "Brenda, uh...everything all set?" "He's ready." I said softly while getting a bottle of water from the fridge. "Question is, are you?" "Oh yeah," he breathed in a tone caused a wave of heat to flow through my pussy. "I am so ready." "Good. Be here in ten minutes. Let yourself in and knock on the bedroom door." I hung up and after taking a few swallows from the bottle, poured the rest of the cold water into a cup and walked down the hallway to our bedroom. I paused in front of the door and looked within myself for that stereotypical hesitation, people always felt when they were about to be mean to someone who deserved it. To my delight, I could find none whatsoever. Greg deserved everything he was about to get. Walking into the room I closed the door behind me and walked over in front of where I'd left the chair. I'd put the chair so close to the bed I could barely stand between the edge of it and his knees. I looked down at him and shook my head disgustedly. His stomach was so big I couldn't even see his dick. His tits had gotten almost as big as mine and with his head down on his chest I could see his double chin. Not that I ever felt that looks should matter in love, but I'd worked hard to stay looking good for him and this fat prick was fucking some girl telling her how pathetic I was. I closed my eyes as I felt that rage begin to build within me. Opening my eyes, I threw the water in his face. "Wake up, asshole." I hissed. Greg jerked and his eyes opened about halfway. He looked at me and seemed to be trying to focus on my face. Reaching out, I grabbed his nipple and gave it a hard twist. "I said wake up!" Greg cried out, or at least he would have had there not been a red ball in his mouth. Apparently just realizing that himself, his eyes widened and his arms jerked as he tried to move them. I watched, smiling as he looked down and saw his wrists secured to the arms of the chair. He looked back up and started yelling behind the gag. "What's the matter, honey?" I asked sweetly, "I thought you wanted me to be more fun! After all according to you, all I am is a used up pathetic old hag!" Greg stopped and narrowing his eyes, yelled again. I had the impression he was trying to demand me to let him go and shook my head. "Nope, you're going to sit your pathetic ass right there and watch the special treat I have for you!" He tried to speak around the gag and I sensed it was a question. "Why? Well because I think one good turn deserves another and I was treated to your special performance yesterday so time to return the favor." Putting the glass down on the floor I picked up my I-Pad from the bed and turning it on, brought up the video Chad had sent me. I hit play and held it up in front of his face. "See? I got to watch this yesterday!" All the color drained from his face and he started yelling again. "Don't bother, Greg. No way out of this. That's you in that video; God knows you couldn't find another guy with that small of a dick who couldn't last more than a minute." I heard Jenny moaning from the screen and sighed, "Good move going with a young one. She's probably inexperienced enough to think you're a decent lay." Greg turned his head and reaching out, I grabbed his hair and yanked him back to face me. "You're going to miss my favorite part!" I told him. Greg wrenched his head to the side again and letting him go I picked up the small remote from the nightstand and pressed the button. The black shock collar round his neck went off and with a startled yelp Greg's head jerked and he looked at me stunned. "I said fucking watch!" I yelled at him. Greg flinched and started to close his eyes, I hit the remote and again he yelped. This time he kept his eyes open as I shoved the screen directly in his face. From that screen came Greg laughing, "How do we look baby?" "You son of a bitch!" I shouted, losing my cool. "How fucking dare you?" I tossed the I-Pad onto the floor not caring if it broke or not and grabbing Greg's face pulled towards mine until our eyes were inches apart. "What did I ever do to you? I've been good to you Greg. I was a good wife. I did everything for you! Hell I actually made an effort to keep looking good for you! Look at you, fat, out of shape, no interest in sex, at least with me anyway. And you have the balls to tell that fucking whore I'm not interested anymore?" Reaching down I grabbed the roll of fat around his stomach. "I should be the one not interested! Fuck, last time we tried I had to push this out of my way to blow you!" Greg yelped as I twisted his skin and reaching lower, I found his shriveled cock and held it. "Yeah you remember our last time? When you came in my mouth and all over my face and made me feel like a whore?" I gave his cock a squeeze and his eyes bulged. "Well hope you liked that because that's the last time this little thing gets anywhere near me!" I let him go before I lost control and really squeezed. Shaking my head, I continued in a softer voice, "And in our bed Greg? Fucking her in my bed and mocking me." I grunted disgustedly, "Wiping your cum on my pillow like a spiteful teenager?" Sitting on the bed in front of him I sighed, "If you didn't want to be here anymore you could have said so, but no, you had to go and hurt me, humiliate me, laughing and fucking in front of our picture. Asking me how do you look with your whore." I looked down into my lap at the remote and once again focusing on my hurt, took a deep breath and raising my gaze locked it onto his nervous brown eyes. "Well Greg, I'm going to give you the same chance. Going to show you what it's like to be hurt and humiliated. Going to show you how I look with someone who's more fun than you, which could really just be a dildo at this point, but I want more than that." I gave him a cold smile and held up the remote. "And you'll watch, Greg. You're going to watch everything that happens or you get this." I hit the remote and Greg cried out and jerked in the chair. "Like that?" I asked, "The guy at the store said they're supposed to be dog training collars, but he tweaks them and resells them to train other kinds of pets." I shrugged and zapped him again. "I told him it didn't matter, I'm using it on a dog anyway," Greg jumped in his chair at the sound of a knock. "Hope you're comfortable," I said softly, giving him a kiss on his sweaty cheek, "Show's about to start." Drawing my legs up onto the bed, I crawled down to the foot of the bed so I was facing the door and sitting up on my knees, called out, "Come on in, baby!" The door opened and Chad came in wearing a black t-shirt and the usual skintight jeans. As he closed the door behind him, I heard Greg start yelling behind the gag, but didn't look over. Right now my eyes were too busy taking in Chad's amazing body and that delicious looking bulge in his jeans. I licked my lips at thought that I was minutes away from unzipping those jeans and tasting that cock. "Damn, Brenda," Chad said returning my appraising gaze, "You look good." "You think?" I asked, "I think you're being nice. This robe does nothing for me." "Maybe you could use it to cover him." Chad pointed at Greg and added with a smirk, "Christ he looks like the before in a diet commercial." He did then look at Greg and making a show of staring said, "Where's his dick?" "Under that flab somewhere." I shrugged, then with a smile asked, "Where's my dick?" "It's right here, sexy." Chad said, stepping up to the bed and reaching for his zipper. "Oh no, honey," I shoved his hands away, "That's my job, I get to unwrap my present!" I turned at the sound of Greg screaming behind his gag. His face was beat red and he was jerking back and forth in his chair. "Behave yourself." I told him and hit the remote. Greg cried out and Chad whispered, "Jeez Brenda, I..." He stopped when I looked at him "Man or boy, Chad?" Chad shrugged, "Hell he deserves it. Don't you, asshole? A fine woman likes this wants to be with your ugly ass and you treat her like shit?" Chad emitted a nasty laugh that caused my pussy to start to drip. He was standing right in front of me and reaching out, I began running my hands down his tattooed biceps. "Well your loss my gain, Greg." Chad winked, "Because I'm going to enjoy showing Brenda what it's like to fuck a real man." "Okay, that's enough attention over there," I said and sitting back, untied my robe and let it slide from my shoulders, "How about you pay attention to me?" "I...oh, damn." Chad's eyes widened and another wave of heat went through my pussy at the look of pure lust on his face as he looked me up and down. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up. Chad raised his arms over his head and raising up higher on my knees I got it over his head and tossed it on the floor. "Oh, look at you." I whispered as I ran my hands down his muscular chest and rock hard stomach. "Look at this Greg, look at what a man who cares about himself looks like." Leaning forward, I flicked my tongue out across Chad's nipple and smiled when I felt a shiver go through him. I began making a show of slowly swirling my tongue around his nipple as my hands continued to caress his body. I heard Greg yelling again and picking up the remote hit the button twice in rapid succession. Chad reached up and taking my face in his hands pulled me up to him. I started to say something, but his lips were immediately pressed to mine and I groaned at the sense of urgency in them. Chad's powerful arms slid around my slender waist and I gasped as he crushed me against him. His lips were eagerly devouring mine and as I parted them to properly return the kiss his tongue quickly darted into my mouth. I moaned as his tongue danced across mine and his lips slid back and forth across my mouth. I slipped my arms around him and began rubbing and squeezing the hard muscles of his back. His warm toned skin felt incredible against me as did my nipples pressing into his chest through the thin material of the bra. Chad removed his lips from my neck and moaning in protest, I tried to recapture them. My sounds of disappointment quickly turned into a sigh of pleasure when he nuzzled his face into my neck and his lips found the soft skin just under my ear. I arched my head back, giving him better access to my flesh and moaned softy as his lips slid down and he began sucking gently on the skin between my neck and shoulder. My hands continued to explore his warm back and I was aware of my hips beginning to rock. I was so wet, I could feel the thong sticking to my pussy. That wetness increased when I felt Chad's fingers beginning to unhook my bra. I felt my heart begin to erase and a feeling of anticipation run through me at the thought of soon being naked in front of a guy half my age. I felt my bra release and Chad's hands on my shoulders; slipping his fingers beneath the straps he slowly slid them down my shoulders as his lips remained fastened to my neck. Chad eased back and slid the straps further down my arms. Releasing my arms from around him I pulled them towards me and allowed the straps to come off. Chad leaned back and moving quickly, I placed my hand on the front of the bra, holding it to my tits. "You want to see them baby?" "Hell yeah." Chad whispered "Yeah, you want to see his tits?" I smiled and glanced over at Greg who was sweating, his eyes bulging as he stared at us. "He wants to see my tits, Greg. You know the ones you didn't think were good enough for you. Should I show him?" Greg shook his head and with a laugh, I whipped my bra off and threw it at him. Putting my arms up over my head, I asked Chad, "You like them honey?" "They're beautiful" Chad reached up and cupping my small tits in his large hands gave them a gentle squeeze before sliding his hands over them. I moaned as he fondled my tits, enjoying the way my nipples felt against his palms. Chad's eyes were fixed on them and I loved the way he was looking. Damn! It felt good to be wanted! "You sure you like them? That jerk over there said they were little girl tits." "They're perfect, like the rest of you." Chad said and caused me to moan when cupping them again he began to slide his thumbs across my aching nipples. "Besides, he's just mad because he's got a little boy dick." "Well if you like them so much, suck on them!" I grabbed the back of Chad's head and practically shoved his face into my tits. He didn't seem to mind as I felt his soft warm mouth engulf my left nipple. "Oh yes!" I moaned arching my back to shove my tit further into Chad's eager mouth. "That's it baby, suck those tits, and show me how much you want them!" Chad switched to my other tit and this time opened his mouth wide enough to take almost the entire thing in his mouth. His hand was busy on my other nipple, rolling it between his fingers and I felt a shiver go through me at the feeling of his other hand caressing my stomach, just over my thong. I heard Greg protesting through the gag and turning my head to look at him, pressed Chad's face into my tit and asked, "How do we look baby?" Greg cried out behind the gag and squeezed his eyes shut. Grabbing the remote from the bed, I angrily hit the button. "Look at us!" I snapped. Greg yelped, but kept his eyes shut and I hit it again, "I said look at me you prick! Watch me the way I had to watch you!" Greg opened his eyes and began whimpering behind the gag as Chad once again switched off to sucking my other nipple. I gasped as his hand slid down into my thong then cried out as his fingers slid through the wet lips of my pussy. Chad started rubbing his fingers slowly up and down and I thrust my hips hard into them. He found my clit and resting my head on his shoulder I moaned as he began rubbing it in hard fast circles. "Oh, Chad," I groaned as he continued to stroke my sorely neglected button while his tongue swirled across one nipple and his fingers teased the other, "Oh, honey. Look at you taking care of me!" "It's about time someone did," Chad laughed around my nipple. My reply turned into a loud cry when Chad slid his fingers from my clit, down through my lips and plunged inside me. He began slowly pumping them and I dug my nails into his back as I began to rock my hips to match his thrusts. Forgetting about Greg for the moment, I closed my eyes and leaned against Chad, letting my body go as his fingers probed my yearning pussy. Chad added his thumb to my clit and I moaned loudly when he began rubbing it. "Damn you're good!" I sighed as he worked my pussy and tits, turning my head to see Greg watching with a stunned look on his face, I asked, "You see this Greg? This is how a man takes care of a woman! This is how....oh!" I gasped and felt a shiver go through me as Chad began rubbing my clit harder and moving his fingers faster. I began to breathe heavier and my hips were thrusting hard into his fingers, driving them deeper. He was squeezing my nipple harder as well as sucking the other deeper into his mouth. I could feel my entire body shaking and began making small whimpering sounds in my throat as I felt my body teetering on the edge. I began rocking up and down, riding his fingers while his thumb danced across my clit. Goddamn was he good! I'd spent the night thinking I'd be the one teaching. As Chad worked my body over, bringing me closer and closer to the release I so desperately needed it occurred to me how inattentive to my body Greg had been even when we were having sex. He never took care of me like this! Between my legs, Chad shoved a third finger onside me, stretching my pussy and at the same time gave my nipple a hard twist. I released a startled yelp that was followed by loud squeal as the orgasm that had been teasing me now slammed through me. I threw my head back and let out a long loud cry as my hips began bucking wildly into Chad's still thrusting fingers. I cried out yet again as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through my body. I arched my back, shoving my tit deeper into Chad's mouth and dug my nails hard into his back as I continued to thrash against his body. I couldn't remember the last time I'd cum this hard, but promised myself it would never be that long again. Hell, I'd be cumming again very shortly, because if he were as good at licking pussy as he was.... "Oh yes!" I gasped as one last surge of pleasure flowed through my body, before leaving me leaning against Chad panting to catch my breath. "Oh goddamn baby." I breathed into his ear. "I needed that." "Like hearing your wife cum for me?" Chad asked Greg, "Like watching me get her off?" Greg groaned behind the gag and once again began struggling against the cuffs. "Calm down before your fat ass has a heart attack, old man." Chad said with a nasty smirk. For someone who seemed reluctant to do this last night, Chad was beginning to have a lot of fun and sad to say I was enjoying his taunts. At least I had the decency to taunt Greg to his face not to some slut behind my back. Leaning back, I reached down and sliding Chad's hand from my pussy brought it to my face and as he watched sucked his fingers into my mouth. "Hmmm," I sighed as I sucked my juices from his finger all the while thinking of what I would be sucking on next. How Do We Look, Baby? Removing his fingers, I began making a show of licking them clean. I smiled as Chad's eyes widened and he began to breathe heavier at the sight of my soft pink tongue. I turned my head and giving Greg a big smile said, "You were such a good boy, Chad. I think you deserve a reward, I think I'll show Greg what a man who can please a woman gets as a thank you." Sliding my legs back until I was lying on my stomach, propped up on my elbows, I grabbed Chad by his jeans and pulled him right up to the bed. His crotch was level with my face and after playfully flicking my tongue across his stomach; I unsnapped his jeans and slowly pulled his zipper down. Licking my lips in anticipation, I pulled one side of his jeans over and smiled at the sight of his pubic hair. "Bad boy," I said as I pressed my lips hard to his lower stomach, leaving a perfect set of red lips on his skin. "You're not wearing any underwear!" "Because I knew I was coming over here to fuck you." He said, "I..." Chad lost his cool and released a soft moan when I reached in and wrapping my fingers around his thick cock, pulled it from his jeans. "Oh my God!" I gasped, losing my own cool. Chad's cock wasn't just big, it was fucking huge! Not just long, but so thick, I could barely wrap my hand around it. As he pushed his jeans down I began to slowly pump his cock in my hand. I couldn't believe how hard he was and after a couple of strokes squeezed it. Chad moaned and a squirt of precum shot from the tip and dribbled down his shaft. Bringing his cock to my face, I stuck my tongue out and catching the line of precum dripping from it, slurped it into my mouth. I closed my eyes and sighed at the taste of him. Opening my eyes, I parted my lips and began to lower my head, eagerly ready to take him into my mouth. I heard a bang and Greg screaming behind the gag. I had been so caught up in the beautiful cock in my hand, I had forgotten about him. Turning my head to look at him, I placed Chad's huge cock alongside my face and rubbed it against my cheek. I moaned at the feeling of his sticky precum on my face and bringing the tip to my lips, smiled and asked, "How do we look baby?" Greg yelled something then made a show of tightly squeezing his eyes shut. I picked up the remote and pressed the button. Greg grunted, but kept his eyes closed. In rapid succession I hit the button twice and Greg's eyes flew open. "That's right, you watch." I hissed at him while still stroking Chad. "Look at this Greg, know what this is? It's a cock, a real one, not like that little thing you used to tickle me with. "Oh, no" I gave Chad's cock a quick kiss. "This is what a real one looks like and I am going to enjoy every inch of it!" Reaching up, I pushed the remote into Chad's hand. "Do me a favor, baby. I'm going to be busy giving you a nice blow job, so you make sure he keeps watching!" Chad started to answer, but it turned into a loud moan that made my pussy gush as placing my lips around his head, I quickly took him deep into my mouth. I moaned as well, moaned at the sensation of his incredibly hard flesh sliding between my soft lips and filling my mouth. I had to open wider to be able to take him further down and groaned at the taste and feel of his precum sliding down my throat. I withdrew him from my mouth and holding his cock up, placed my tongue at the base of his shaft and slowly licked my way back up to the tip. Chad was breathing heavily and looking up at him, I saw his eyes locked on my tongue sliding around his swollen head. I licked down the other side of his shaft, then ducking my head, made him gasp by sucking his balls into my mouth. I heard Greg yelp once, then again and Chad say, "Hey, you're missing the show!" "Tell him, baby," I whispered, then began swirling my tongue around his balls. Chad's hand slid into my hair and I felt a flood of moisture through my pussy as he pulled my head up along his shaft. I started jerking his cock in my hand while massaging his balls in the other and smiling up at him asked, "Tell me what you want, Chad." "I want you to suck my cock." He said with no hesitation, "I want you to show me how much you like having an actual dick in your mouth." He wasn't kidding because what a dick it was. I teased myself by sitting there with my face inches away while I continued to pump him. Sliding my hand from his balls I placed it under my other hand and started jerking him with both. "Two hands," I purred, "Oh, baby I can't wait for this to be in my pussy! But first," I flicked my tongue across the tip, "I want it between these lips." With no further hesitation I opened wide and took as much of him into my mouth as I could. Chad moaned as I immediately started bobbing my head. I moved slowly at first, getting used to his size, then began picking up speed. I kept my hand moving as well, following my lips and jerking him off as I blew him. I opened my mouth wider and pushing higher up on my arms, started taking him deeper. Chad's fingers clenched in my hair and I became aware of him pushing and pulling as I sucked him. He wasn't being rough, more like guiding my mouth up and down his delicious young cock. Despite the fact I had just cum damn hard a few minutes ago, I began grinding my hips into the bed, rubbing my pussy on the soft sheets as I thought of this huge cock pounding my pussy. I angled my head and pushing my mouth down, managed to take him all the way down until my lips touched the base of his shaft. I held him there and slowly shook my head before slipping my tongue out along his balls. "Oh fuck!" Chad moaned, "Oh man, damn your wife can suck cock!" I heard Greg yelp then again and again. "That's right," Chad said his voice shaking as I began working my mouth back up the length of his cock. "Watch your wife suck my cock, look at her loving it, just like I'm going to love fucking her!" Damn that sounded good! I popped Greg's cock from my mouth and again looking over at Greg made a show of sliding my tongue up and down his long hard shaft. Wrapping my lips around the side of his cock I slid my mouth back and forth. Chad turned my head and opening my mouth, I let his shove his cock into it. I remained still as he slowly pumped his dripping prick in and out of my mouth, then taking his other hand, I put it on my head and taking him deep, held him there. Chad wrapped his hands in my hair and began to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. I tightened my lips around his shaft and looking up into his eyes encouraged him by moaning and pushing my mouth further down his cock. Taking his cue, Chad started moving faster, shoving his cock all the way into my mouth before quickly pulling it out. I moaned as Chad began thrusting harder and I could feel the wet sheet pressing against my sopping pussy. My nipples were hard and I was moaning around his cock as he continued to fuck my mouth in front of my husband. I heard Greg groaning behind the gag and Chad removed one hand from my hair. I heard Greg cry out and Chad immediately started driving his cock into my throat. "How's that look? How do I look fucking your wife's face? Love it, don't you? I know she does!" I moaned my approval and started shoving my mouth forward to meet his plunging cock. Chad was breathing heavy and I could feel his thighs beginning to tremble. Reaching between his legs I started caressing his balls with my long nails and he released a soft whimper that made my pussy heat up even more. He was starting to fuck my mouth even harder, his hips jerking as he began to get close. I looked up into his eyes and saw he was sweating and staring wide eyed at the sight of his huge cock being devoured by the hot cougar he'd been dreaming of. I angled my head slightly and saw Greg was watching. His entire body was trembling and he kept shaking his head back and forth as if telling himself he wasn't really watching his wife sucking another man off. Chad gasped and started slowing down. I wasn't sure if he was trying to hold off or just afraid he would shove his massive cock too deep in his excitement. Either way I wasn't going to be denied the pleasure of his cumming in my mouth and began bobbing my head rapidly, taking him all the way down to his balls each time. "Oh...oh fuck, Brenda," he moaned, "That feels so....oh fuck!" Chad cried out as driving my mouth all the way down on his cock I gave his balls a gentle squeeze. He exploded in my mouth and I squealed delightedly at the feeling of his thick hot cum flooding my mouth. Chad began moaning and jerking his hips as his cock continued to erupt, sending spurt after spurt of cum into my mouth and down my throat. I moaned and gurgled around his squirting cock and kept sucking as hard as I could. Chad's moans turned into whimpers and his hips twitched each time I sucked hard on the tip of his dick. He stopped moving and moaned softly, then gasped as sucking hard I milked a couple of more drops from him. Carefully sliding him from my mouth, I raised my head over his dripping cock and looking Greg in the eye, opened my mouth and let Chad's cum drool back out and onto his cock. Greg closed his eyes, but quickly opened them with a cry of pain as Chad zapped him. Smiling at him through my cum coated lips I stuck my tongue out and began lapping Chad's cum off his cock. I made a show of slurping it up and Greg released a pathetic moan as he watched. I sat up and smacking my lips asked Chad, "You like that, baby? Did I do a good job? It wasn't easy. He's so small it never even hit the back of my throat!" "I..." Chad stopped and grabbing my shoulders pushed me hard sending me onto my back. "Oh, I like that!" I cooed and sliding up on the bed, watched with my pussy dripping as Chad removed his jeans and climbed up onto the bed. "That's it, come right up here." I beckoned him with my finger and as he crawled up between my legs, lifted them up in the air. "Damn you're wet." Chad whispered. "You got me that way, making me cum then getting me all hot by fucking my mouth!" I pushed my hips up and reaching down, Chad grabbed the sides of my thong and slid them down my hips. I put my legs up straight and moaned as he peeled the thong from my pussy. He slid it up my long legs and with a smirk tossed it at Greg, hitting him in the face. "Take a whiff. It's your last." I told him, and then moaned when Chad leaned over and started sucking on my nipple. I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed his back as he tongued first one nipple then the other. I looked down along his powerful back and amazing ass and sighed at how good he looked between my legs. I could feel his still hard cock pressing against my thigh. It was all I could do to resist telling him to start fucking me, but I felt Greg deserved a full show and I certainly deserved a good pussy licking for once. As good as Chad's tongue felt bathing my nipples. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed. "Your turn baby. Get down there and show that slob how to take care of a woman." "Yes ma'am." Chad smiled and after kissing each of my hard pink nipples, started sliding down my body making a show of tonguing my stomach on the way down. I glanced over at Greg and with a sigh grabbed the remote and hit it. When his eyes popped open again, I glanced down to see Chad settling down between my legs and frowned. "Hmmm, you're not really going to get to watch like that." Snapping my fingers I laughed and told Chad, "Hold on." I slid right to the edge of the bed and lifting my left leg put my heel on Greg's sweaty shoulder, pressing my foot against his hot cheek. I spread my other leg as far as I could and Chad swung his leg over it so he no longer directly between my legs. I angled myself a little more so my legs were now spread in front of Greg and reaching down spread my pussy open. Chad leaned forward, but I began sliding my fingers through my lips. "How's that look Greg? How's my pretty pussy look? Nice and wet because Chad actually played with it. You better keep your eyes open baby, because trust me this is the last look you're getting at the pussy you don't deserve anymore." Sliding my fingers back up, I spread my lips as far as I could and tapping my clit told Chad, "Come on, lover. Make my pussy purr." Chad leaned forward and keeping his face to the side made a show of flicking his tongue around my clit. "How do I look, asshole?" he asked, then caused me to squeal as he sucked my clit into his mouth. Greg closed his eyes and I thumbed the remote. This time I held it down and Greg cried out and jerked in the chair. I held the button down another few seconds until tears began to flow down his cheeks and letting it go whispered, "Watch, you son of a bitch, or I'll tape the button down." I gasped and forgot about Greg when Chad slipped his tongue through my lips and plunged it into my overheated pussy. I rolled my eyes back as he began swirling it around inside me and sucking my juices into his mouth. Chad moaned at my taste and I could feel the length of his hot cock laying along the top of my thigh. He started rocking his head back and forth, his rigid tongue sliding in and out of me. "Oh, look at you, tongue fucking me!" I cooed, "Damn! It's nice to be wanted!" Chad slipped his tongue from my pussy and started slowly sliding it back and forth as he worked his way back up. I shivered as he took his time working the soft wet folds of my pussy. Reaching down I began running my fingers through his thick black hair while admiring his muscular arms draped across my legs. I turned my head to see Greg was indeed watching. I smiled at him and for fun lifted the remote. He flinched and with a wink I dropped it. I began sliding my foot back and forth across his cheek. He made a pathetic whining sound behind the gag, his eyes pleading with me. I gave him a pout and was about to ask him how I looked again when instead what came out was a loud yelp as Chad shoved two fingers deep inside me. He hadn't done it gently and immediately began thrusting them hard into me. I gasped and began moving my hips in rhythm with his fingers. His tongue had once again found my yearning clit and was tracing slow teasing circle around it. He was staring up at me and with a smile I brought my hands up to my tits and began playing with my nipples. Chad started sucking my clit into his mouth and I groaned when he pushed a third finger into me. "Oh fuck, Greg," I moaned, "His fingers are bigger than your dick!" I looked down and realized, all kidding aside, I could barely see his shriveled dick between his legs. "Shit look at that little thing!" I sighed and added "At least you know I loved you, because I sure as hell wasn't with you for that!" I stopped to squeal as Chad began thrusting his fingers harder and faster while sucking my clit so hard, his lips were making loud smacking sounds. I began to squeeze my nipples harder and moving my hips higher, arching my back as I could already feel another orgasm building within me. Part of me wanted Chad to slow down and tease me some more, but what the hell he could take his time next time. I had already decided that there would be a lot of 'next times' with Chad. I'd been neglected long enough and was going to take advantage of his lust for me as much as he would let me. I was going to use him to make up for a lot of lost time. I was truly going to be his Mrs. Robinson, his hot insatiable cougar his... "Oh!" I gasped as I felt a shudder go through my body. I was so close! Chad was pumping his fingers so hard I could hear my pussy squirting around them. My body still teetering on the edge I cried out, "Stick a finger in my ass!" Chad didn't hesitate; bringing his other hand into play he shoved a finger hard into my extremely tight ass. There was a brief stab of plain then the incredible feel of his fingers sliding against each other through the thin skin between my pussy and ass. Chad started pumping it as fast as the rest of his fingers and throwing my head back I let out long loud squeal as I went flying over the edge. I came like an animal, head back, mouth wide open and wailing like a banshee. Dropping my foot from Greg's face, I wrapped my legs around Chad's shoulders and pinned his face to my convulsing pussy. I howled again as his tongue and fingers continued to please me. The feeling of not just my pussy, but my ass contracting around his plunging fingers caused my hips to buck wildly, grinding my pussy hard into Chad's face. My hands left my nipples and grabbing Chad's hair I further shoved his still moving tongue against my quivering flesh. I gasped when I felt my back arch and my body seem to hesitate. I cried out in surprise and pleasure and my body spasmed, my pussy convulsed and I felt a gush of warm wet fluid flood out around Chad's fingers. With a long shuddering moan, I let my legs fall limply from Chad's shoulders and lay there gasping for breath. Chad sat up between my legs and whispered, "Holy shit, Brenda." I looked up to see his entire face wasn't just glistening, but my juices were dripping from his chin. "Damn your wife cums hard." He said looking over at Greg and making a show of wiping his face off. "Then again I guess that's what happens when a woman goes without for so long." "Speaking of going without." I said, still panting, "It's time for you to give this pussy what she really needs, that big fucking dick!" Chad gave me a wicked smile and grabbing my ankles lifted my legs in the air. Sliding up so that he was kneeling directly between my legs, I moaned at the sight of his huge cock hovering over my pussy. "Hold on." I whispered, "Greg can't see!" I pulled my leg from his grasp and once again put it on Greg's shoulder. I angled over some more so that Greg could see Chad's cock against my pussy and groaned as he started rocking his hips, sliding his hard flesh through my wet lips. "Oh, oh honey. Please don't tease!" I moaned, "Just give me that..." I heard a pathetic whimper and looked over to see Greg was not only shaking his head, but was crying. There were huge tears flowing down his cheeks and I could make out the word please behind the gag. "Now you know how I felt." I told him, and then looking at Chad said, "What the fuck are you waiting for? If I wanted to be teased I'd let him shove that little thing in there." "Yes ma'am." Chad said and lifting my leg so that it was straight up against his chest plunged his cock into my sopping wet pussy. "Oh fuck!" I screamed as his huge dick stretched my pussy wide as it drove into me. Chad stopped when he was balls deep inside of me and began moving slowly, barely pulling himself out and letting me get used to him. I lay there gasping at the feeling of being so....full. I moaned as my pussy contracted around his huge dick and as much as I appreciated he was trying to go easy called out, "Just fuck me!" I cried out as Chad obediently began slamming his cock hard, fast and goddamn deep into my desperate pussy. My pussy was so wet I could hear wet sucking sounds every time he pulled out. Chad wrapped one arm around my thigh and placing the other hand on my leg just in front of Greg's face called out, "How's this look, Greg? How do I look fucking your wife? How does Brenda look getting a real dick?" "That's right baby!" I gasped as Chad repeatedly slammed his hard young dick into me. "How do we look now? See this? This is how a real man fucks his woman! See the look on my face? It's called satisfaction! Oh, fuck, this cock feel good!" Greg released a sob from behind the gag and started to turn his head, but stopped when my hand closed over the remote. Damn straight he was going to suffer! I, on the other hand, was far from suffering. My pussy had gotten used to Chad's size and I was moaning every time he plunged inside of me. Above me, Chad looked amazing. He was sweating heavily causing the impressive muscles in his arms and chest to stand out even more. He was breathing hard as he fucked the shit out of me and the look on his face was nothing short of pure lust. How Do We Look, Baby? I began thrusting my hips up to meet his descending cock and throwing my head back let out a cry of ecstasy as he pleasured me with his long hard strokes. I looked down and moaned at the sight of watching his long cock sliding in and out of my cock, he was glistening with my juices and as good as his fucking me felt I wanted to be able to take control for a while. Besides, I had a show to put on. "Stop!" I called out. Chad groaned, but as he had been the entire time listened to me and sat back on his knees. "Get on your back!" I demanded. Chad obeyed and leaning over I immediately took his hard wet cock into my mouth. I moaned at the taste of my pussy from his flesh and began sucking him hard and fast. I was kneeling alongside him and facing Greg. I stared directly into his eyes as I repeatedly deep-throated Chad's beautiful cock. Greg's eyes were wide and he seemed to now be incapable of even trying not to look. He was also beginning to sob loudly. For a second I began to feel for him, remembering our years together. Then the thought hit me that those years had meant nothing at all to him. Popping Chad's cock from my mouth, I winked, "How do I look baby?" Sitting up, I swung my leg over Chad's hips and reaching back grabbed his cock. I guided it to my pussy and raising my hips drove down hard. We both cried out as I impaled myself on his long hard shaft. I paused and sitting straight up on him raised my hands over my head and made a show of slowly riding him. Chad looked up at me, his eyes wide and whispered, "Oh God. You look good, Brenda." I smiled as I had the impression that remark was not just for show. The look of desire on his face and the soft moans he emitted as I ground my pussy onto his cock had me feeling sexier than I had in years. The fact that this gorgeous kid half my age desired me like this had me beside myself with lust and leaning down I placed my hands on his chest. I started raising and lowering my hips, slowly at first then faster and harder. Chad moaned as I began riding him hard and fast. His cock was plunging so deep inside me. I was yelping each time I came down on him and that caused me to go even harder. I started pushing down with my hands, and was now driving down so hard Chad was beginning to bounce on the bed beneath me. I lowered myself all the way down and sliding my arms under him, moaned in his ear, "Fuck me!" Chad wrapped his arms around my slender waist and raising his knees started slamming his hips up into me. I howled in his ear as his cock plunged hard and fast into my pussy. I could hear the sound of our flesh slapping together and he was fucking me so hard it was beginning to hurt a little. All that pain did, however, was fuel my lust and I began squirming against him, using my hips as much as I could. I turned my head to look at Greg and gasped, "You taking notes? This is how a real man fucks a woman. You'd have already cum by now, you fucking minute man!" Greg moaned and pushing myself up from Chad I decided it was time to give him the final show, I'd saved the best for last and was more than ready to be taken as hard as Chad could manage. I slid off of Chad and got on my hands and knees facing Greg. Chad quickly sat up and getting on his knees behind me, grabbed my hips. "Wait!" I called out and crawled forward. Leaning off the bed I braced my hands on Greg's sweaty thighs and placing my face so close to his I could lick him if I wanted to, looked in his eyes and smiling said, "Come on baby, fuck me!" Chad drove his cock into me so hard my eyes widened and I screamed "Oh my fucking God!" directly into Greg's face. Greg flinched and tried to look away. I felt Chad move and Greg yelped as he must have picked up the remote. His eyes opened and he began emitting a high pitched whining sound as I looked him in the eye while Chad resumed fucking the shit out of me. I was yelping and moaning in his face as Chad was hammering away so hard, I could feel his balls slamming into me. He was so deep like this, I wouldn't have been able to not squeal, but why would I hold back anyway. As Chad continued his relentless assault on my sore, but very happy pussy, I began speaking, "How do I look baby? How do I look getting fucked by a real man in our bed? How does it feel, you son of a bitch? Feels pretty fucking good to me!" Greg was sobbing again and I rolled my eyes, "Aw, poor baby. Should have thought of that when you were fucking your slut! Hope you really like her because she's all you got now, you prick!" I yelped as Chad somehow found a way to go even harder. I could hear him breathing like a bull and feel his hands trembling on my hips. He was getting close and as he pounded away on me I looked into Greg's eyes and recalled the one thing he'd always wanted and I'd never given him. "Stop!" I moaned. Chad moaned as well and stopped with his cock buried in my pussy. "Pull it out." I whispered, when he did I said, "Now slide it up." Chad slowly slid his cock along my wet pussy and I told him, "Higher." Chad paused then I felt the tip of his cock press against my asshole. "Go ahead," I told him, "Fuck me in the ass. Fuck me where he never has!" Greg screamed behind the gag, but I couldn't hear it over my own cry as Chad pushed his long thick cock into my ass. I'd never had anything but a small toy up there and I whimpered as my ass felt as if it were tearing as he pushed further inside. Chad stopped and started sliding it out. "We don't..." he began, but I cried out. "I said fuck me!" Chad paused then pushed his cock slowly all the way into me. I howled in Greg's face at the burning sensation in my ass as well over eight inches of cock was shoved in there. When Chad was all the way in he stopped and as he had done when he'd first started fucking me began to move slowly. I closed my eyes and taking a deep breath, yelled, "Fucking give it to me!" Again Chad followed my command and started fucking my ass. I wailed as his huge cock tore into my virgin ass. I could feel my eyes bulging and so were Greg's in front of me. I cried out each time Chad entered me, but forcing myself to focus through the pain, hissed in Greg's face. "How's this look? How do you like this punk kid getting what you never got from me? Maybe if you were a decent lay, I'd have let you. Maybe if you made me cum like, he did I would have given myself to you" I cried out as Chad began picking up speed and moaned "At least he appreciates it, don't you, lover?" "I love it." Chad gasped, then laughed harshly, "How do I look fucking your wife's ass, Greg? How does she sound?" How I sounded was pretty fucking loud as Chad was giving me what I asked for and was now brutally pounding my burning ass, slamming it as hard as he had my pussy. I began breathing through my mouth and forcing body to relax. I noticed it was beginning to hurt less as he continued to fuck me. "That's right!" I groaned, "Fuck my ass, baby! Make me love it! Make me your little fucking pig!" That must have gotten to him as Chad started fucking me so hard, I was rocking into Greg, my head bumping into his as Chad hammered away at me. I was squealing continuously as he savagely tore into me. I gasped and jumped when I felt something brush my clit and turning my head saw Chad had reached around me and was rubbing my clit with his fingers. He had slowed up fucking me and as his fingers danced across my clit. I was amazed to feel my body already beginning to respond. I rested my head on Greg's shoulder and began moaning as he was now using long slow strokes in my ass while pressing hard on my clit. "That's it, Brenda," Chad told me, "Go ahead and show Greg how much you love it. Show him what he's missing. Show him what a freak his wife wanted to be for him." "Oh yes." I moaned as my legs began to tremble violently and I had to lean against Greg as my arms were having a hard time holding me up. "But you're not his anymore are you?" Chad asked as he started fucking me harder again. "You're mine now aren't you?" "Oh fuck yeah!" I cried feeling my body gathering itself for release. "This is my ass isn't it? That's my pussy! I'm going to fuck your wife anytime anyway I want and she's going to love every fucking minute of..." Chad was cut off by me throwing my head back and screaming at the top of my lungs as an even stronger orgasm than before tore through my already exhausted body. "Oh my fucking God, Chad!" I howled as the amazing sensation of my ass contracting around his cock sent my hips bucking wildly. I was moaning continuously, unable to say or do anything but continue to writhe and squirm as Chad held his huge cock deep inside my convulsing ass. He pulled back then started fucking me harder than before and my face an inch from Greg's, I began squealing like a stuck pig as he fucked me while I was still in the throes of orgasm. My arms gave out and I would have fallen into Greg, but Chad slid his hand from my clit and around my waist, holding me up as he fucked me. Chad pulled me back so that I was completely on the bed and let me go. I slumped face first on the bed, my arms out to the side and my ass in the air while Chad continued to have his way with me. I groaned when he slipped his cock from my ass then cried out in pleasure as he immediately shoved it back into my sopping wet pussy. Chad started fucking the living shit out of me and as spent as I was I lifted my face to look at Greg and simply smiled at him as Chad started moaning loudly behind me. He gave my grateful pussy several more savage pumps then with a loud cry whipped his cock out. "Hold it back!" I moaned and forcing myself to move sat up on my knees and opened wide. Chad stood up, pointed his huge cock at my face and with a moan released his cock. "Yes!" I cried as his first huge spurt of cum struck me on my lips and splattered into my mouth and all over my chin. The second shot caught me right on the tongue and I quickly pushed it out so it would drool down my chin. Chad was moaning and stroking his cock sending more of his hot thick cum into my face. I turned my head side to side letting him paint as much of my face as he could with his cum. I saw Greg looking at me, the tears still flowing and laughed delightedly as Chad sprayed my face with yet another squirt of cum. Chad gasped and letting his cock go sank to his knees breathing hard and looking as spent as I felt. Grabbing his cock I bent my head and taking him into my mouth started sucking as hard as I could desperately trying to get each and every last drop from his drained cock. "Fuck, right from your ass." Chad panted then added, "Your wife really is a pig. Too bad you never got to see it." He then laughed tiredly. "Oh, wait you just did!" I pulled my mouth from Chad's cock and we both stayed there on our knees trying to catch our breath. I closed my eyes and waited for my body to calm down. The only sound in the room was our ragged breathing and Greg's pathetic whimpering. I could feel my body crashing from its adrenalin rush and felt a twinge of sadness at the fact I had just ended my marriage and in quite dramatic fashion. No, Greg had ended it, I just got to say goodbye in kind. Opening my eyes I looked at Chad who looked exhausted, but was sitting there with a nasty smirk on his face as he stared at Greg. Reaching out I grabbed his cock marveling at how big it was even soft and after giving it a squeeze said, "Okay, Chad, tell you what. Why don't you go into the bathroom and get the shower ready? Get the water nice and hot, but don't you start washing up. I'm going to meet you in there and after I soap up that hard body of yours I'm going to suck you hard and let you fuck me right up against the wall. How's that sound?" "Goddamn." Chad laughed, "I might not be able to keep up." "My mouth will keep you up. Now go ahead, I have to say goodbye to my husband." Chad nodded and got off the bed as he passed Greg he laughed, "Hey thanks for letting me have your wife, asshole. She's the best fuck I've ever had." Greg put his head down and sobbed as Chad left the room, closing the door behind him. I grabbed his hair and pulling his head up so he was facing me leaned forward and pressed my cum covered face against his. Greg squealed and tried to pull away, but my fingers were in his hair and I held him as I rubbed my face across his, smearing Chad's cum all over his face. Letting his hair go, I slipped off the bed and standing in front of him looked down and shook my head. "How's that feel, Greg? How does it feel to sit there totally humiliated with cum on your face? Because that's what you did to me the last time I was stupid enough to try to please you. Guess I know why you couldn't get it up now. You were too tired from fucking your little slut. Well you can have her and now I'm going to be Chad's little slut and think of you every time I fuck him. Think about how much better he is than you." Greg began rocking back and forth in the chair pleading behind the gag. "I don't care what you have to say, Greg. If I wanted to hear the sickening sound of your voice I would have taken the gag off. Now here's what's going to happen now. I'm going to go fuck Chad nice and hard in the shower, then he's going to help me pack my things and take me to Karen's where I'm going to be staying for awhile." I paused and thought for a moment. "Hmmm wonder if she would care if Chad spent the night? Nah, I'll have to help him get his own place. You don't mind if I use some of your money to get my boy toy a place, do you?" Greg screamed something and I simply shrugged. While he kept yelling I reached over and grabbing his pillow used it to rub the cum from my face. "Anyway, I'll be staying with Karen and you better not come by there. The next time I see your face is going to be in court, Greg and that cute little video Chad made for me is going to be all I need to get anything I want. This?" I pointed at him. "Will all be denied. Chad and I will claim this never happened and I already have Holly lined up to say I was with her all day today. You can try telling people what I did, but no one will believe you. Chad's going to take the cuffs and gag and collar from you when we're done. You can try to fight him if you want." I looked down at his pathetic face and sighed as I felt a wave of emotion catch up with me. "I loved you Greg. I really did. I thought you loved me too. Guess I was just stupid. Sorry it had to end this way, but you got what you deserved. Good luck with your slut." I turned to walk away, but stopped when I saw the picture of us from the beach. The one I'd always loved. Picking it up I placed it on the bed in front of Greg and as I walked away said over my shoulder, "How did we look, baby?" Author's note: Well that's it for my first entry into this category. I'm sure some will have enjoyed it, but many may not have. As I always say this is a free site and authors only payment is votes and comments, so whether you liked it or hated it, take a few seconds to let me know why. Thank you for reading, Lovecraft68