Cassandra's Adventures Pt. 01 by Antarctica77,Antarctica77

Authors note:

This is the start of a small cuckold / hotwife I want to try out. I wrote this just to dip my toe in this category. If you don’t like this type of story, please don’t read any further. I have plenty of other stuff both published and coming along, and this is likely a rare occasion where I write within this particular fetish.

Also, huge thanks to Grandeman and Violett for all the help provided. Both gave tremendous feedback and held my hand through it all.

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I met my fiancée back in my first year of college. I was originally dating someone else, but when that went to shit, Cassandra was there to comfort me. And boy did she comfort me. We sat next to each other at the library, and when she saw how distraught I was one morning she reached out to me. She was kind and gentle, letting me air out to her.

I didn’t really know Cass, but I can’t lie. I had noticed her before. Even when I was dating the other girl I sometimes caught myself staring at Cassandra. And when she reached out to me after my breakup, something about her made me trust her. Something I had not regretted ever since.

Me? I’m Isaac. I was raised in a pretty conservative white family. Not a deep-fried south kind of conservatism, but I certainly was a bit on the nervous side when I brought a black girl home. But Cassandra won them all over, and soon she was part of the family like she always was meant to be.

Cassandra Rose was truly an amazing woman. I have no idea how I scored such a gorgeous thing, but yet I was a lucky bastard. She had light brown skin, being African-American, and beautiful hazel eyes which always creased so cutely whenever she smiled. And that smile of hers… When she smiled it always reached her eyes, and her whole face lit up like a beacon in a dark tunnel. Though, I was in no dark tunnel. I was dating this woman, so I was on cloud nine!

And in addition to having a cute, delightful face, her body was killer too. Cassandra, often Cass for short, was a former gymnast and rightfully so she had the body that came with it. Muscled, toned, and athletic. Amazing in an orange thong. Or any thong, for that matter. She still did gymnastics multiple times a week, but not on an Olympic scale like she did when she was younger.

Her sunny disposition in life made everyone who met her like her. How could you not? And yet, I was the one who had scored this hot-bodied, genuinely nice person.

When we both finalized our BAs, I popped the question. I knew Cass was the one. So after a few years of dating, and another two years as fiancées, we finally got around to start planning the wedding, and perhaps even starting a family down the line. For the time being, Cass did her masters in bioengineering while I just got myself a cushy management job with a secluded office, and settled in. My job allowed us to rent a small house in the suburbs, a nice beginner house until we were able to buy something proper.

In addition, we were no strangers to pulling up our sleeves. We both liked the outdoors and living an active lifestyle that kept us both in decent shape, though Cass was way fitter than me being a former athlete. Cass had a job at a hotel where she worked one weekend a month, and also volunteered at a local food pantry and a soup kitchen.

Our relationship was great. Truly great. Cassandra evolved into becoming my best friend, as well as my romantic partner. In the beginning, we made love as often as possible. We still did but had slowed down with the wedding coming up, and with me having a job, Cass in the spring semester of her degree, and such.

Plus, Cass wasn’t the most sexual person. It’s not that she doesn’t enjoy sex, and I definitely enjoy sex with her. But to her it was like an extension of cuddling, always wanting to be able to have eye contact, to be face to face. Which was great, don’t get me wrong. That’s just how it is, and I love it.

All that would change.

*

Cassandra and I were sitting one day eating our lunch at my office, talking about the wedding, her next lecture, and other stuff. She had surprised me by visiting me. A pleasant surprise of course. We shared lunch from time to time, but it had been a minute since the last time.

“Ehm, Isaac. Who the fuck is that?” Cassandra asked. I turned and looked.

In the small window in my office door, I saw the coarse face of our newest janitor, Neil. He had just begun as a janitor on our floor. He was a large, thoroughly annoying dude. Neil had this annoying tendency where he always insisted on doing the offices when it was at its busiest. Though today, it seemed like he wanted to interrupt my lunch break.

I often shared my lunch break at my office with my soon-to-be wife, Cassandra, who studied a small drive away. She would stop by somewhere and get our lunch and head down to my office so we could share some extra time together. She also usually picked me up, working this close to each other allowed some carpooling.

“Oh, that? That’s Neil, the new janitor. Don’t mind him. He can be kind of a creep, just ignore him,” I chuckled. Cassandra rolled her eyes.

It looked like Neil had been standing there for more than a minute, his broad face startled as we looked over at him. Being caught, Neil didn’t pretend anymore and entered the room.

Neil was a large man. Not tall, but wide. Blonde. He sort of had that look of a guy who was handsome in high school, maybe even in college, but then had a nuclear meltdown ever since. Blonde mop on his head, stubbled. Broad shoulders, but extremely out of shape.

“‘Scuse me, guys, I’m just gonna—” Neil started and started up the loudest vacuum cleaner ever, drowning down any attempts of conversation.

Might as well, we were discussing plans for our upcoming wedding, and this annoying idiot didn’t really need to hear any of that. Instead, we sat awkwardly looking at each other, eyebrows raised, eating each our lunch.

Neil was moving his unfit body around the office, vacuuming the carpet, yanking the bin, and making a lot of unnecessary noise. I looked over at him annoyed, hoping he took the hint.

Neil didn’t meet my eyes. Instead, while he had made his way back to the door he was openly staring at Cassandra’s ass. Right in front of me! The balls on this fucking guy.

But at the same time… I couldn’t help but feel a small tingling sensation. A small adrenaline rush. Slowly I realized that seeing this greasy large dude ogling my beautiful, kind girlfriend excited me. Cassandra was way out of this guy’s league. Perhaps that was why he wasn’t hiding his stare all that well, he knew he had no chance with a girl like her. He might’ve already eaten the inevitable rejection and did not care as much of the social consequences of being a staring creep.

Neil hadn’t seen me catching him yet. I saw his beady eyes trace Cassandra’s sexy body, dressed in tight khaki pants and a light green button-up shirt hiding her perky, full breasts. Her ass truly hugged those pants firmly. Hell, no wonder he was staring. Cassandra was hot just sitting there.

Neil started to move up close to Cassandra, feigning getting the bin, but it was clear as day he tried to get a whiff of her scent. Neil lingered for a few moments, tying the bag, then leaned up, his eyes fixed on her strong thighs. His white forehead shone with sweat.

Then Cassandra turned her head, looking up at him standing beside her. That startled Neil enough to rush the rest of the cleaning, pack his shit and fuck off.

Cassandra turned back to me, mouthing, “What the fuck?”

She had obviously caught him staring. We continued talking about the wedding only 3 months away, ignoring all of that awkward shit.

Later that day, when she picked me up outside the office, I decided, who knows why, to push the subject.

“You had an admirer today,” I said, grinning at Cassandra. Cassandra shrugged.

“What can I say? I’m hot as shit,” Cassandra said nonchalantly. I chuckled.

“You’re not wrong. Those khakis really hug that nice ass of yours good,” I told her. Compliments weren’t hard to come by when it came to Cass. She was just the best.

“Maybe I’ll strike a pose next time,” Cass joked, looking over at me. I gulped. I had no idea she would push it like this. Not that she really did, to her it was all fun and games, but deep inside me I actually found the thought… arousing.

“Is this because of that porn you’re watching?” Cassandra asked casually. My heart stopped. Oh no. Not this.

“Erh what… what do you mean?” I wasn’t even sure what she had found. I watch a lot of porn. A lot. Cassandra knew this, but she had never asked about it. She sort of let it be a me-thing.

“You have that folder. With the captions with the wives and the thing and the thing?” Cass said, waving her hand impatiently. “I’m not mad, just wondered if it had something to do with all that.”

“I don’t know… Maybe.”

We sat in a small silence for a few moments. Cass truly didn’t seem mad at all, she just hummed along with the song on the radio, signaling when she made her left turn, nothing out of the ordinary. Man, she was just so accepting.

We pulled into our driveway, and I immediately got out to get her car. Best be on my best behavior, you know. Cass giggled at my eagerness.

So I didn’t really push it any further, and neither did she. Her curiosity seemed to be satisfied, not really being one to talk all that much about these types of things. No matter. We started dinner, went for a jog, and enjoyed the rest of the day.

It wasn’t until later in the evening when we were getting ready for bed that Cassandra decided to broach the subject again. We stood brushing out teeth and Cass was deep in thought, glancing over at me. Reluctantly, she started.

“So. I know how I’m not so adventurous when it comes to… sex. No, don’t correct me. I know what’s up, and frankly, it would be more disingenuous to not recognize it. I’ll let you say your peace, but hear me out.”

I tried chiming in, but Cassandra wasn’t having it. She barged ahead.

“I thought… Maybe we could open up a bit. You know, as a prelude to our marriage. And I was thinking… those captions you like so much… why don’t I do some?”

Cass gauged my reaction, but I didn’t say anything. Now I definitely wanted to see where this was going. I wasn’t sure if the nature of those captions were something I wanted to explore.

Not getting any response, Cass went on.

“What if I send you photos? Some posing and some captions to go along with? Wouldn’t that be hot? Something new? I don’t know how lewd I will be, but hey, some cute pics of your girl can’t be that bad, right?”

A non-rhetorical question. This was my cue.

“Absolutely. I would love photos from you, babe. Fuck yeah… that’s a great idea.”

Cassandra smiled at my reaction and we wrapped up our bed prep.

“Why don’t you go ahead?” Cassandra said seductively. I damn near ran out the door.

While laying in bed waiting for Cass in the bathroom, I got the anticipated text message from none other than Cassandra. I opened it.

It was a picture. A picture of Cassandra in her flannel pajama pants and one of my flannel shirts. She stood perking her lips, holding up a peace sign. It was captioned “Hi from the bathroom!”

It wasn’t particularly ‘hot’, but it certainly displayed her cute innocence. My heart fluttered at how proud I was of my girl’s whole disposition. She was just so good-natured. I looked at her smile shining up at me from the screen, her smile reaching all the way to her beautiful hazel eyes. Even if it wasn’t revealing, her looks were still something to be admired.

“Hey, at least she’s trying,” I thought. I genuinely was happy for her, that she tried to explore her own limits. But I wanted to push her a bit.

“You can do better than that,” I laughed through the door. No reply.

Another picture.

Cassandra had buttoned up the shirt, showing her firm stomach with a hint of abs. She was clutching the shirt so that only parts of her boobs were showing, but it was just enough to make it seriously hot and teasing. Wow! She held her nice perky c-cup tits through the shirt, while biting her lower lip, smiling coyly. Wow! And the caption topped it off.

“Get ready for me big boy.”

By the time I read it, Cassandra had come out from the bathroom, still shirtless, lustily looking at my erection. She immediately jumped into bed and climbed on top of me. She never was a huge fan of being on top, but now Cass couldn’t be stopped. She was too riled up and had to get fucked right the fuck now.

Cass threw her pants off, revealing her sexy, firm hips and her incredible, athletic ass, and inserted my cock into her. I groaned out loud, Cass moaning satisfyingly. Cass was so tight, so warm, I couldn’t help it.

“Man, these pictures get you going,” I panted.

“Hell yeah, that last one… oh god,” Cass moaned, grinding firmly against me, whimpering into my chest. “It was so hot!”

“You liked the attention today, huh? Then taking naughty pictures for your fiancée?” I pushed. Cass moved her hand to my mouth, shutting me up.

“Don’t talk like that. Fuckk… ff— fuuuuck.” Cass was moaning loudly as she came hard on my cock, sending me right over the edge with her. I grunted and groaned as my cock shot deep into her. Fuck she’s so warm and so good.

She rolled off of me.

“I’m gonna send you some pictures, that’s for sure,” she groaned. We shared a laugh before dozing off to sleep.

*

The next day, I was still in awe of Cass’ reaction to the pictures. I wasn’t too sure if she had been so receptive to the ‘showing off’ in front of Neil, but with how pleased she was, all that sort of became second nature. But I couldn’t help but wonder what a guy like Neil would’ve thought if he had seen that last picture.

Cass had some meetings at some other part of town, so she wasn’t able to meet me for lunch. Someone who did show up, however, was Neil.

He stood in the door, looking around the office. The bastard was looking for Cass!

“Where’s the wife?” Neil asked in his rough voice, trying to act casual.

“She has a name. Cassandra. And she’s in a meeting. Why?”

“Cassandra… What a beautiful name. Damn, you’re one lucky guy,” Neil chuckled.

“Thanks.”

Neil shrugged his shoulders and went about his business. Instead of letting the conversation drag on, the notorious vacuum cleaner roared. I sighed and ate my lunch in… peace?

I couldn’t help but wonder if Neil had been thinking about my fiancée, though. He had been checking her out, and now Neil was asking about her. I chalked it up to me being a bit amped up from Cass’ pictures. Though, the thought of janitor Neil lusting for my fiancée… I had sure as hell had to push those thoughts well away if I were to get anything done today.

Though the devil on my shoulder was ever-present. I started to wonder what Cass would’ve thought if she knew Neil thought about her. Surely he did, right? Maybe I should tell her he asked about her? It wasn’t anything but words after all. Couldn’t hurt. Maybe someday.

I instinctively grabbed my phone and saw a new message attached with a new photo sent by Cass. She was wearing one of my flannels, yet again buttoned down. And nothing else. The picture didn’t show much, but it was all about all the things that were just out of view. Her toned, heart-shaped ass, her beautiful breasts. Though I got an eyeful of those strong, firm thighs of hers.

Cass captioned it “Lunch at home today!” Damn it, this woman was really pushing it.

Later that night. We were eating some bolognese, talking about the day when I brought up Neil again.

“Your admirer was back today,” I said. Cassandra looked confused at me.

“Babe, what are you talking about?” Cass asked. Though she was biting her full bottom lip.

“Neil. Even came around lunchtime again, hoping to get a glimpse of that hot ass of yours,” I said, looking for her reaction. She just rolled her eyes.

“Still on about this?” she asked. “What he say then?”

I hesitated.

“Don’t be scared, now. You think I’m gonna run off with that monster if he said my ass is nice?” Cass smirked. “Let me hear it, I wanna know what he had to say.”

“He just said you had a nice name. And that I’m a lucky guy,” I said. It wasn’t that bad when I said it out loud. It was perhaps all the weight I had put on it that made Neil’s compliment seem so wrong.

“So anyway,” Cassandra said, moving on. “I was thinking we wondered if we should go fishing Saturday. Friday’s tomorrow, but I have some stuff I gotta do until late in the lab, so I’ll be, you know, late. But Saturday, we should definitely go fishing.”

I looked at her quizzically. Why would she want to go fish? Cass found it exceedingly boring. It was certainly a first of hers to suggest a trip. I had dragged her a few times, but it had been a while now. She always tried to make the best of it, but I knew she wasn’t the biggest fan, and thus I didn’t really force her with me anymore.

Cassandra smiled widely, grinning at my confusion.

“I’m full of surprises, aren’t I?” Cass chuckled. I knew she was up to something, but couldn’t quite gauge what.

*

The rest of that week was filled with pictures of a more and more daring Cassandra. Some were more on the cute side. Selfies, some of her lifting her shirt to reveal her firm stomach. Others, however, were getting more and more naughty, as Cass got more and more comfortable with taking pictures of herself for me.

Thursday she sent me three photos while I was at work. One she took was in front of a mirror, wearing red workout tights and a baggy t-shirt in the gym, showing off her muscled, juicy thighs, with the caption ‘Workout done!’. Following up right after with something completely new from Cass. She had turned her back to the mirror, twisted her upper body, and snapped a photo of her tights-clad ass. Man, with the lighting hitting her ass just perfectly, really showing the spandex stretching across her firm, wide-hipped ass. The text said, “And here’s some buns!”

I chuckled at her cuteness. It even sort of rhymed. Probably on purpose, knowing Cass. Man, seeing her push herself, even without my encouragement was enticing. It made me yearn for where it might go, to see her creativity.

Another from the gym the same day, a small video snippet of a side angle of Cass stretching on the floor by tucking her knee under her chin, with the text ‘Staying flexible!’ I had never really gotten a video from her, so that was definitely another first! I couldn’t help but imagine her trying to set up the shot to create the perfect angle to show her entire side as she pulled on her knee.

After finishing work that day, I hurried home. Cass had to stay home a lot at the end of the week, due to some assignments that were due Monday, only leaving to work out. Thus I had to drive myself to and from work.

The next day, Friday, Cass sent me three new photos. One similar to her stretching video, then two new ones. For the second, she had propped her phone up on a bench behind her as she was doing deeeep body squats. I had of course seen Cass workout before, but seeing it on film like this, being able to play it over and over again was a whole nother luxury. Also, I knew she was trying to push herself.

The final photo was perhaps her most teasing yet! Even more than when she wore my flannel earlier. The photo showed Cass in nothing but a towel, covering her upper mid-thigh to just above her chest! It was so erotic to see her with wet black curly hair, her strong hips still shining, and the muscles in her thighs attenuating tremendously. Her sexy body, combined with her playful smile… It was torture.

On my way home I could hear two new texts. Fuck, I wasn’t about to check while driving. So when I finally parked in our driveway, I grabbed my phone immediately and opened the messages. I quickly scrolled up and clicked the attachment.

The picture was taken from a half-upright angle down at Cassandra’s beautiful face. Cassandra stood in our kitchen, leaning against the counter, her curly black hair tied back in a ponytail. Below I could see that she had an apron on.

The next picture was much the same, only in the bathroom. And Cass had stripped most of her clothes off! From the angle, I could see her yellow bra strap and parts of her yellow spandex boxer shorts. The photo didn’t show too much, but the implication was certainly there!

I grabbed my suitcase and headed inside, praying I would find her the same I just saw her. A hot woman in her apron? Phew, I wanted a piece of that!

Alas, she had thrown some sweatpants, a flannel, and a t-shirt. Though, the way those sweatpants shaped along her ass was pretty magnificent in its own right. Cass turned to see me looking. I immediately went over to her and kissed her firmly. Cass moaned in slight surprise.

“So you liked the photos then?” Cass said as I released her.

“You’re getting really good at them!” I said earnestly.

“I try,” Cass smiled, shoving a bun into my hand. “Here, I made buns. And no, it’s not a metaphor for anything. Girl needed sugar after a hard week.”

Cass looked at me for a few moments.

“That was a metaphor, come here,” Cass said and pulled me down into another kiss.

The next day we got up bright and early. The drive to the fishing spot was quite a long one, over an hour, at the southern part of Lake Michigan. There was a boat rental place there that I liked. I was by no means the best fisher, I just did it because I liked the outdoor activity. If I caught one or two salmon I’d be more than happy to call it a day.

During the drive-up state, we mostly chatted about the wedding. A lot of planning goes down to weddings, it seems. Decorations, catering, entertainment. Guest lists. Whom to seat with whom. Whom to not sit with whom. Those sorts of things.

Finally getting out on Lake Michigan, and renting a smaller boat, we could enjoy our Saturday. Both Cass and I lived busy lives, even if it didn’t always look like it. So to come out and relax like this was just something. Even if I was a shit fisher.

April truly was a beautiful month. Even if we both had to have thick jackets and all the other necessities, it was still one of the best ways I knew to really take in the change in seasons. Even Cass seemed content, sitting in her thick jacket and a wool hat. Her hazel eyes squinting slightly at the sun, looking at nothing in particular.

She was so beautiful. Sitting like this, I couldn’t help but admire her firm, yet soft features. Her kind eyes were deep in thought. Her dark lips smiled as she basked in the spring sun.

“It’s a nice day, isn’t it?” Cass said, looking back at me.

“Sure is,” I replied.

Cass looked at me for a few moments. It was her who had dragged me out here. I had been wondering why, but the nice scenery and the laid-back atmosphere made it all worth the trip. Even if Cass had no further plan than this.

But of course, she did.

Cass looked around to see if anyone was close by. Content that there wasn’t, she seemed to call her plan into action. Without saying a word Cass started to lift herself way into an upright position. I met her eyes wondering what she was doing. Slowly, while keeping eye contact, Cass took the zipper of her thick winter jacket and slowly opened up. Inching her way down.

I gulped.

Cass smiled wickedly at my reaction, still slowly descending the zipper until it met her navel, where Cass stopped.

“Why don’t you grab my phone and we’ll have a small photoshoot?” Cass suggested. My jaw was floored. Cass had been planning it all week and was now exceedingly excited to share this photo event with me.

“You sure?” I asked, wanting to give her an out. Cass nodded slowly.

“Hurry, it’s freezing.”

I immediately grabbed Cass’ phone. Cass turned slightly sideways, clutching each side of the zipper effectively holding the jacket in place, exposing her firm stomach, orange bra, and ample cleavage. I took several photos of this pose. Fuck she looked so hot like this.

“Maybe do another pose?” I asked.

Cass thought for a second then parted the jacket more, revealing her right side more, to show some skin without exposing more of her breasts. She inched her pants down ever so slightly, showing parts of her right dark, sexy cheek. My cock sprang to attention seeing her new teasing ways. It was so unlike her, yet it seemed natural to her. Like she found pleasure in showing off to me in this way.

Her teasing her ass to me was almost too much. I snapped a few more photos. Cass then turned, even more, looking over her shoulder towards the camera, hiking her jacket up a bit more. Revealing the top of her orange thong and most of her right cheek. Even goosebumps on her dark skin started to pop out!

My cock was throbbing hard. Cass’ teasing really got to me. And even in a somewhat public setting! It was pretty daring of her, I must admit. I snapped an abundance of pictures, from a few different angles, even got up close.

After taking a few closer pictures, I put the phone away. I just had to have a piece of her sexy ass. I placed my warm hands onto her cheeks and she gasped out loud. Following my hands were my mouth as I started to kiss her ass cheeks with passion.

“Oh, that is so naughty, Isaac!” Cass moaned. “Hey! You’ve got something on the hook!”

That immediately brought my attention back to what we actually were doing. I hurried over to my rod, the fishing rod that is, and drew up a decently sized coho salmon. Cass cheered for me, and I had to say I was pretty pleased with myself. At least I got one fish out of the fishing trip.

After gutting the fish, I turned back to Cass. I saw she had put her pants fully back on and was absentmindedly looking out into the Lake again. Just as well, my hands were stinking of fish guts.

“Sooo. I looked some more in your folder… I just got curious, you know, after sending you those naughty pictures and I guess I wanted to know more of what would tease you… I know it’s something we never talk about… kinks and stuff,” Cass said after a good twenty minutes of sitting around basking in the fresh spring sun.

Yep. We were having that conversation. Now. Cassandra rolled over on the bench to look better at me.

“I know you have fantasies and … I’m a bit dull… No, let me finish. Maybe I’m not dull, but I’m certainly not adventurous. I don’t know why that is. But lately, I guess I’ve kind of been getting out of that shell. Sending you these pictures sort of opened the lid on what could be cooking, sort to speak… And I know opposites kinda attract, and me being like this I guess kinda makes you the opposite. Full of kinks and whatnot. Or at least, that is how I see it. But I want to share everything with you, Isaac. And the photos, captions, and now a risky public photoshoot? I guess I’m kinda opening the idea of some things.”

Cassandra sat up, looking straight at me. I could tell she was serious, but also on the quest to understand what the hell was going on.

“So I want to understand. I think I know the answer to some of what I’m wondering about, but I want you to explain. Like, I see a lot of these captions involve a common theme.”

I knew I had to answer. And answer well. I really wanted her to understand the fantasy of a wife sleeping with another man, but also to let her know it was nothing but a fantasy.

“First off. I love you, and I truly love how wise and understanding you are. Hell, how I ended up with such a nice girl… I’m blessed,” I started. Cassandra smiled at me.

“It’s first and foremost a fantasy. But kind of a fantasy of taboo, you know. Like doing something you’re not supposed to do. Almost like when you’re speeding. Or hell, even shoplifting when you’re a kid. Only times a million. Just the thought is such a rush. Doing stuff you’re not supposed to, like I said.”

I looked at her phone and pointed at it.

“Like photos of my cute girlfriend being all sexy while out fishing,” I said. Cass scooted closer to me.

“So tell me, darling. What sort of things am I not supposed to do?” Cass said seductively.

“It’s hard to explain. Like daring things. Especially because you’re…”

“Not very explorative?” Cass suggested, not wanting me to be the one to say it. I nodded meekly. “I get it. So what daring things? Except for the photos?”

“It’s hard to say, I don’t really wanna force you into anything.”

“Oh, I’ll let you know if something is not okay,” Cass chuckled, rubbing on my thigh.

“Perhaps like we did today? Ways of keeping it new. Not new. Just varied. Sometimes a cute photo, sometimes a naughty one. Sometimes something new?”

Cass moved her hand to the outline of my cock.

“Like… posing? Would you like a photo of me in the shower? Perhaps in white clothes, wet so they’re almost see-through? Perhaps… toys?” Cass said, looking for my reaction. She felt it in her hand as my cock throbbed at the thought.

“I think you liked that idea,” Cass moaned, unzipping my pants, sliding her hand into my boxers, wrapping her cold hand around my warm erection.

Cass then scooted down to her knees in front of me. Was she really going to do it? Give me that final full blowjob? And here of all places? I couldn’t believe it. Cass moved her face closer, whipping my cock out of my boxers.

“You want me to suck your dick?” Cass asked sultrily. Fuck, she was never this blunt! All the things we had been rubbing off on her.

“But there is one thing you haven’t mentioned. Maybe you’re scared. But I think I like that kink especially,” Cass said, looking up at me and lowering her face even closer. I could feel her warm breath on my aching cock. “I love teasing you and it’s fun but…”

“What about not giving you what you want? Wouldn’t that be the ultimate tease?” Cass said, blowing air lightly on my cock head. “In your folder that certainly seems to be a common theme.”

I groaned. My dick pulsed in her hand as she spoke.

“I think what really turns you on is when I tease you about the stuff I don’t let you do to me.” Cass sat back up, stroking my cock firmly, studying it for clues.

“Like if I told you right now,” Cass moaned, stroking and keeping her lips close over my cock. “That I won’t suck your dick.”

I groaned again, thrusting my hips slightly to meet her strokes. She tilted her head up and looked me in the eyes.

“That I’ll never suck your dick!”

Fuck, it was so crass, I couldn’t hold back any longer Her words were just too much. I came right in her hand, pain thumping in my chest from the pain of getting rejected so hard by my girl. The pain in seeing her smile so widely at how I reacted to her dirty talk.

After a good while, I calmed down.

“Did you really mean that?” I asked, scared of the answer.

Cass was washing her hands in the water, but turned back and smiled at me, meeting my eyes.

“Of course.” She held my eyes for a few moments, letting her words burn before quickly adding, “No no, I can’t do that to you. It’ll happen when… we’ll see when it’ll happen. Maybe one of these days!”

*

Back at work Monday, I was exhausted. The weekend had led to so many new horizons to be reached. Hopefully. At least it was a nice horizon to dream about. Cass’ teasing had reached a new level. It seemed lately that it often did. After the fishing trip, on Sunday, Cass had given me more pictures with more and more skin. Never going the full way with showing everything, just hints and glimpses.

So back to Monday. It was mundane contrasted with the weekend. Cass had delivered her paper and was again able to spend more time in the library and at the Uni, which in return meant we could carpool and eat lunch together again. Though today, lunch was spent alone, as Cass was beat from having worked on the assignment through the night.

Instead, I sat scrolling through the pictures she had sent me previously, admiring her teasing photos. I really liked those where Cass only showed a little. Like the one on the boat where she showed half her ass and only the top of her orange thong. Just looking at it made me swell.

Then the familiar roar filled my office. Neil moved around, almost with a limp from how out of shape he was. The worst is, he wasn’t that fat. He certainly was large, with a huge beer-belly, but not morbidly obese or anything. He just had a shitty way of walking, creating this weird limp. I hated myself for thinking down on someone, but for fuck sake that FUCKING VACUUM SHIT FUCKING SHIT!

Anyway, I locked my phone quickly and put it away, trying to focus on my lunch instead. Cass had made me some nice turkey avocado sandwiches, a recipe she had from her mother.

Then I heard this muffled voice from somewhere. I started to turn my head confused to see where it came from, only to see Neil behind me a couple of feet trying to talk to me. I couldn’t hear shit.

“What?” I screamed. Neil turned and kicked the vacuum cleaner off.

“Yo, Isaac. Wanna tell me the time? I got this fucking rash, so I can’t wear my watch anymore,” Neil said, pointing at a rash on his wrist.

A bit baffled, I unlocked my phone without thinking. And there she was. Cassandra in a lewd pose and glimpses of her orange thong. Fuck! I turned my head and saw Neil wide-eyed staring at the picture. I quickly swiped it away, but clumsily so that I rolled to the next one where she posed with only part of her ass showing.

“Fuck, sorry about that,” I said, realising I was basically showing off Cassandra to this random janitor. I finally clicked away from the photo.

“Heh, won’t hear me complain. That’s a nice piece of ass!”

“Hey, that’s my fiancée, dude.”

“Hey, meant nothing by it. You’re a lucky guy, is all. It’s a compliment,” Neil said, holding his hands up defensively, laughing it off.

“I guess. Yeah, thanks,” I muttered.

“So the clock?”

I showed him the time. Neil shrugged and wrapped it all up, heading out again. Leaving me there in my own perverted thoughts. I couldn’t believe I was such a dumbass that I managed to show off my future wife like that. Even by accident. Then even swiped for another picture! I could barely imagine how it looked to Neil… I even started to wonder what Neil thought of the pictures. I knew he thought Cass was attractive, but now he had seen her in a very sexy, provocative way. Neil no doubt would stroke it later to the thought of that picture! Fuck, wait what am I thinking?

I did have that folder with a bunch of porn that features such a theme, but all that was fantasy. I was playing with fire now, dangerously playing with a dangerous fantasy. The risks involved… I shook my head and refocused on my sandwich, trying to shove those thoughts away.

Later that day, I was walking to my car. I looked over at Neil. Usually either me or him were the last ones to leave the building. Being in management meant lots of overtime. Neil just had long hours I guess.

Neil stood smoking some cigarillo brand, coughing with each puff. I tried to guess how old he was. In his 40s perhaps? He had a pretty rough look, but I knew he was younger than he looked. He just never gave a fuck about taking care of himself. I found myself looking over at his large, stout frame, his belly protruding in front of him, his blonde hair hanging flat on his large head, and a three-day beard stubble across his chin.

I involuntarily started to imagine things. Things involving Cass and Neil. Neil staring at Cass. Neil staring at a bent-over Cass. Moving up to her. Slide his hands across her khaki-clad, juicy ass. Slipping his fingers just inside her waistband and dragging-

My train of thoughts was interrupted by Neil having a giant coughing fit as he took a long final hit from his smoke.

“You okay over there?” I said, not wanting to seem like I had been staring.

“Y- yeah! Thanks, I just AAAAAARGH HOYAH!” Neil let out one final roaring cough, spitting out phlegm. “Never start smoking, kid.”

“Heh, I guess, thanks for the advice,” I muttered in slight disgust, heading over to the Camry where Cass sat waiting for me.

What a contrast. Neil’s death-defying cough, then Cassandra’s life-inspiring beaming smile as I came over to her.

“How was the lab?” I asked as I got into the passenger seat.

“Good. Haven’t you checked your phone yet?” Cass teased, somewhat impatient, starting to drive us home.

“Yeah no, I had an incident- Oh shit!” I gasped as I unlocked and checked the two latest pictures from Cass.

Cass was in a bathroom, for privacy I’d imagine, facing her reflection in a mirror. She was wearing her lab coat, her khakis, and a simple green buttoned-up blouse. “Boring late night at the Uni!”

I swiped to the next photo. Now the phone propped up on the sink, with Cassandra turned with her back to the camera, looking over her shoulder her eyes meeting the camera with a sexy stare, her lab coat hiked up so that I could see the tight khakis rolled down to her knees, with the bottom of both her dark, goosebumped cheeks on display. If I didn’t know any better, she didn’t wear any underwear, as it was hidden under the coat. Looking closer, I could actually see the faint hint of red thong behind through the fabric!

She even captioned it “Up for grabs!”

Before, it would’ve been hot. Now, it was insanely hot. That Cass stated that her ass was up for grabs! I knew she meant that she wanted me to grab her ass, but the sudden events under lunch today gave the caption extra weight.

“You like it then?” Cass asked, smiling at my obvious study of the photo.

“Fuuuck yeah! Best one yet, I think!”

“What incident by the way? Did something happen?” Cass asked.

“Erh. More of an accident, really. I was looking at your photos from the fishing trip.”

“Yeah? Revisiting old memories?” Cass asked, feigning an old lady’s voice.

“Fond old memories, yes. Oh yeah. Anyway, so Neil came into the office with that loud-as-shit vacuum cleaner, so I locked my phone. Neil then later asks me for the time, because he has this rash on-”

“I don’t care about his rash, Isaac!” Cass complained, wanting to know where this was going.

“Completely without thinking, I opened my phone to check the time, completely forgetting about the photo being right there. So boom there it was,” I finished and braced for impact.

Cass had gone silent now. Part of her was furious that her photo was shown. Another part of her knew that it was one of my kinks, though we hadn’t really brought it up. And another part of her… actually liked the thought of some unattractive fat bastards catching a glimpse. It was like the whole taboo thing. Her body was reserved for me, yet here this awkward older guy had seen her.

I could see the conflict plainly written across Cass’ face as she contemplated how she really felt about it. She wanted to scream at him, but she also wanted to be more open to new things. Perhaps this was a test? She shoved all those emotions away, wanting to embrace her future husband’s weird mind.

“Well… he’s a fan after all. That explains some of your reaction to the ‘Up for grabs’ caption I did then. What photo was it?” Cass asked, trying to remain calm.

“Erh, it was two actually. The first one was the one where you showed parts of your thong and ass on the boat. Then I panicked when trying to click away and I swiped to the picture just before…” I explained as we rolled up the driveway.

“My my, you are one clumsy guy,” Cass said, trying to laugh it off. I smiled.

“I’ll go get dinner, you just relax,” I said as we went inside, trying to be on my best behavior.

“Listen, Isaac. You’re good. It’s all good. Just be more careful, okay?”

I quickly nodded, gave her a quick peck, and got started on said dinner.

*

As the week progressed, so did our teasing game. Tuesday morning, when I woke up I came into the bathroom to find a naked Cass getting out of the shower. Glistening from head to do, dripping from her dark locks.

“Mornin’,” Cass said in her ever-cheerful way.

“Up early?” I asked. I was usually up before her.

“Yeah, I have some stuff I wanna do before heading to the lab,” Cass said in a coy manner.

“Stuff?” I asked.

“Stuff,” Cass confirmed, shutting down any attempts at trying to find out what ‘stuff’ meant.

“Alright then.”

Cass smiled at my capitulation.

At work, I was very diligent in how I checked my phone and always made sure to close any tabs or images that could be compromising before putting my phone away. The day was sort of stressful, with loads of work to be done before the monthly deadlines and shit that nobody except us in management seemed to give a shit about.

When lunch finally came around, it was such a delight to see someone as lovely as Cassandra come through my office door. In her hand, she had a box of chocolate.

“What are those? Who’s getting married?” I joked.

“They’re for you, silly,” Cass explained. I was perplexed. Why did I get chocolate?

“What brought this on?”

“Can’t a girl spoil her man? Why does it always have to be men giving women these things? I love you just as you love me, so why can’t I give you a nice box of chocolate?” Cass explained.

I was absolutely blown away. The sentiment was so beautiful, so sweet. So Cass. I went over and hugged her tightly, kissing her passionately. After lingering a few moments, I smiled my widest smile down at her, then made my way over to my chair, inspecting what chocolates I’d got.

“See? It’s nice getting chocolate! They are a bunch of-”

WAHOOOOOOOOM.

The moment was so wholesome but short-lived as Neil kicked open the door while turning that monster on. I couldn’t help but see a small, pleased smirk from Neil when he saw Cass standing there. Even as we looked over at him, he let his eyes roam her body, eventually finding his way down to her tight jeans fitting her ass nicely, probably imagining the rest of that thong picture.

Neil started to shuffle around the room, snatching the bin and doing all that shit that he does. Luckily he didn’t spend too much time around the office and fucked right off.

Later the same day, I found Cass in the parking lot. I was exiting the building, when I saw that she was standing by her blue Camry, talking with none other than Neil himself. I wondered about what, but the conversation seemed light-hearted. Cass saw me approaching and they exchanged goodbyes.

“What was that about?” I asked, getting into the passenger seat.

“Oh, he just kept me company while I waited. He was taking out the trash,” she said coyly.

“Really? What he say?” I said, hoarse almost.

“He just asked if I worked, what I studied. That sort of stuff,” Cass said, then gave me one of those naughty smiles of hers. “And he of course told me, right to my face, how he liked my jeans.”

“He what?”

“Yep. I guess a certain someone gave him some visual motivation. I said thanks, and gave him a short spin, even!” Cass said and bit her lower lip, seeing how I was dying to jump across the car to have my way with her right now.

“Hah! I thought that would be quite a tease! And serve you right for showing him my ass yesterday!”

I groaned, rubbing my rock-hard cock through my pants, trying to ease the pressure by adjusting it.

“No touching!” Cass snapped. “That is all mine when we get home!”

The taboo nature of our teasing really seemed to bring Cass around. A week ago she sent me photos of her fully clothed. She had come a long way since then.

After intense lovemaking when we got home, I was sitting in bed dicking around on my phone as Cass took a quick shower.

That’s when a series of photos started trickling in. The first one was of nothing but the matted shower sliding door. Except for one detail. Behind it, you could clearly see an obscured silhouette. While not very revealing, it was fucking hot knowing that Cass had put up a timer in full nude, jumped into the shower, and taken such an erotic photo of her taking a shower. And the hint of the shapes behind that shower door was art in itself.

The second was her head poking out of the shower. I wasn’t all too sure if that was intentional.

The third was a selfie from within the shower itself! I saw her bare shoulders and knew instantly that below the camera frame was the hot-toned body of my sexy fiancée. She was becoming ever more daring with these. She captioned it, and it read “I’m so wet…” Even if the photo showed less than before and stated the obvious, it was the context that made it hot. If I wasn’t already spent, my cock would’ve no doubt sprung to attention

The fourth and final was the best one. It had my jaw on the mattress. Cass stood looking over her shoulder, in front of the mirror, which had almost become her signature now. Except for this time, she stood with her body turned in nothing but a light blue thong, showing off her shapely ass. Not a picture of the top of her ass, no teasing at the side. This was her full ass, framed by blue fabric. And the caption was, “Does blue look good on me, babe?”

Cass came to bed with a big grin on her face.

“I guess all this is rubbing off on me,” Cass said. “I think I’m really getting into it!”

*

“Yeah, alright. No problem at all, bud,” I said and hung up.

“Who was that?” Cass asked. We were eating breakfast and I had received a call from the big guns at the office.

“It was Sil. He asked if I could stay after work a bit and look over some books. Shouldn’t take more than a few hours,” I explained. “You don’t have to pick me up if you don’t wanna hang around for it.”

“We’ll see,” Cass shrugged. “I’ll probably pop by anyway. By the way, I have a lunch thing with some professors, so you’re on your own today.”

My time to shrug. We wrapped up our breakfast and got on with our day.

Like the rest of the week, Wednesday was just as loathsome and stressful as the rest. And I only had the noisy vacuum cleaner to look forward to at lunch. Looking over ledgers and books was not difficult, just highly time-consuming and focused work if you wanted to do a good job. A lot of concentration.

By the end of the day I was exhausted, but still had a fourth of work left to do. Luckily I got some visual motivation from Cass. Another shot of her hot ass in a white Bjorn Borg thong, though no captions this time around. Seeing the contrast of skin and fabric made the picture even sexier. I also made extra sure Neil wasn’t looking over my shoulder.

After a few hours, Cass pulled into the parking lot in her blue Camry. There were no other cars around by now, except one lone SUV way over in a corner. It was pretty dark by now too. Cass felt sort of uneasy about sitting alone out in the parking lot like this. Fuck it, she got out of her car and went to the door. It was locked.

“Fuck,” Cass groaned annoyed.

That’s when she heard a huge cough and someone spitting. From around the corner, none other than Neil came slumbering, just having finished his smoke. He perked up as he saw her. Just then she remembered how this dude had seen not only one but two of her teasing photos from the fishing trip. Not that he knew she knew.

“Hey you there, no snooping around, I told you people to fuck- Oh it’s you, darlin’!” Neil called, waving at her. He was polite enough, but his eyes snaked down her body, looking over her tight blouse and khakis.

“I just saw… Never mind. You visiting Isaac? Or am I the lucky one?” Neil said, chuckling at his own joke, getting over to the door. He reeked of smoke and a hint of sweat.

“Yeah, kinda creepy out here alone,” Cass excused. “He’s working late.”

“Heh, me and Isaac are usually the last to leave,” Neil chuckled, unlocking the door, letting her in first. Cass could feel his eyes on her ass as she walked inside.

“Hey, if you want to visit the office after hours, I live just down the road. Here, I’ll give you my number, so you don’t have to stand outside like that,” Neil said, holding out his hand. Cass simply looked at it.

Cass didn’t realize it at first, but Neil wanted her to give him her phone so he could enter his number. Normally it was out of the question with some weird guys she barely knew. But lately, Cass had been feeling more and more daring.

Before coming here, she had taken a few extra photos for a surprise she was making for me; a small photo album of sexy photos of her in the shower. The problem was, while waiting in the car Cass had been looking through them, and now she couldn’t remember if she closed the photos away, and if not which one was the last she looked at.

It was sort of a crossroad. And it was voluntary, unlike when I did it.

Fuck it.

Cass handed Neil her phone.

“Code?” Neil asked.

Cass’ heart was racing, not sure what was coming next herself. She really hoped she closed the photos. But a part of her hoped she didn’t. It would be so erotic to show off like that, and boy would it add for teasing material later.

“First 4 decimals of Planck’s constant,” Cass said.

“I have no idea what the fuck that shit even means,” Neil laughed. Cass blushed.

“6260,” she muttered.

Neil tapped away and unlocked Cass’ phone. Then his eyes went wide.

“Oh shit,” muttered Neil in sheer awe.

“Oh sorry,” Cass said. But Neil waved her off.

“Hah! And here I thought you were a prude! Your man is a lucky guy!” Neil exclaimed, laughing heartily. Cass was so fucking embarrassed. She should’ve known that this was a mistake.

“Anyway, as much as I could devour that black ass all day, I’mma just give you my number, eh?” Neil teased. Cass couldn’t say anything, she was so out of it. Neil was so crude. He was getting too comfortable.

“There you go. Now run along to your little boyfriend, he’s probably happy to see someone sweet as yourself after today!” Neil chuckled and handed the phone.

How did he manage to backhand a compliment that way? Cass was fuming as she headed to my office.

“Hey there, darling!” I was surprised at her entry. Then I saw her face. “What happened?”

“Nothing… Long day,” Cass said fuming. “I’ll tell you at home. If you’re ready to leave, let’s go.”

On the drive back home I was pretty tired. One part of me couldn’t wait to get home and hit the bed. But then again, looking over at Cass I could tell something was amiss. Still, I decided to let it rest until we were home. Cass always needed some time to stew, gather her thoughts. Cass was smart like that. She contemplated her thoughts before uttering or acting on them.

“So what happened, babe?” I asked as we finally stood in the kitchen.

Cass looked like she was thinking. She’d been fuming earlier, but now she was back in a playful mood. She didn’t want to reveal her surprise just yet, but she wanted to tell me what had happened. But how to sugarcoat it?

“Neil just was an ass,” Cass said, trying to downplay the incident.

“Really? Nothing new I guess.”

“He let me in, then made some comments about my appearance… And called you little,” Cass said, leaving out what that appearance was. For now.

“That bastard,” I said, getting annoyed. And a bit turned on. I couldn’t help it. How do those two even go hand in hand?

“He gave me his number, so he could help me in if I ever wanted,” Cass went on.

“Are you out getting boys’ numbers?” I chuckled, trying to refocus our mood.

“Not a boy, a man’s number,” Cass corrected, smiling deviously at me. “And I have some stuff to do, so why don’t you get dinner started and I’ll pop by with a surprise for you a bit later?”

Later, after eating some shrimp pasta, Cass dragged me to the living room, placed me on the sofa, and told me to wait. I sat dutifully waiting as she went to the hallway and got whatever surprise she had been cooking up for me.

When she returned, Cass was holding what looked like a small photo album. More like a calendar, or catalog, as it was pretty thin. But I was intrigued, to say the least. Cass almost skipped over to me and proudly handed me the album. She found a seat on the edge of the recliner, waiting for my reaction to her surprise gift.

“Something I put together the last few days!” Cass beamed excitedly. I knew this was going to be good. “Come on, open it.”

I gently opened it. There were in total four pages. The first page was two medium-sized polaroid pictures. I gasped as I saw what the polaroids displayed. It truly was setting the tone for the rest of the album.

The first image was a black-and-white picture of her silhouette behind the shower door. Like before, but this time it was much more erotic, as she stood in a sideways pose with one hand hanging down and the other draped across her chest. The angle and the contrast in light really let some of her curves shine through. Water trickled down the door, distorting the details along with the matted glass. Under the photo, Cass had written in her curly handwriting a small playful caption. “Who’s there? I’m in the shower!”

I looked over at Cass who was still looking at me for my reaction.

“Holy shit, Cass. These are some risque photos! I love them!” I said.

“Yess! I’m glad you did. Come on, check the rest out,” Cass urged and moved over to my right side on the sofa, starting to rub on my thigh.

I looked down at the album again.

The second photo was back in front of the mirror again. This time it wasn’t black and white. Instead, it showed her in a black thong and a wet t-shirt! You could see the outline of her dark nipples through the fabric. Under Cass had written “Oops, I forgot to undress. Perhaps you could help me?” I chuckled. It was pretty cute. Normally I would study the picture in more depth, but Cass wanted me to check the others out so I turned the page. I had to shift position a bit, as my dick started to grow quite rapidly at this point.

The next page revealed two more polaroids. The first was sort of a selfie, from the navel and up. Cass looked to be completely naked, covering her tits with her hands draped from below and up to rub her neck. Her caption read: “So close, yet so far.” Truer words had never been spoken. She was one small hand movement away from taking a picture of her naked breasts.

The fourth photo was a bit confusing at first. It took me a moment to realize just what I was looking at. It was Cass back in the shower, and it only showed her face. Only she had what looked like a pretty good representation of cum trickled in glubs across her face! It was the closest I’d ever seen her to take a facial! Fuck, it was so naughty! I would never have thought my Cassandra would do anything like it.

Cass had by now fished out my cock and stroked it slowly as I looked at the pictures.

“These are so well made. That looks so realistic. What is that?” I asked, looking at the facial picture.

“It’s just soap,” Cass answered in a low voice.

I then turned my eyes to the caption. Reading it almost made me cum right away. My cock pulsed hard to the rhythm of her agonizing slow strokes. The caption: “Something you will never get to do!” in Cass’ cute handwriting no less. I wanted to take my cock from Cass and jerk it like no tomorrow. Seeing these photos and not being able to bust to them was pure torture. Cassandra looked so delicious in all of them.

Instead, Cass flipped the page for me.

The fourth page held one photo, though much larger than the previous ones. She was back in front of the mirror, with her body turned away from the camera, her head tilted back and smiling. Completely nude. Her ass in full glory. I felt my nose bump into the photo album as I pressed it too close to my face. Compared to the previous image it was pretty tame, but still, if there was one thing I could never get enough of, it would be Cass’ juicy, fit ass. Looking closer you could even see her stretch marks, a sexy detail I always had loved. It was like battle scars from her hard work as a gymnast. And it was a sure sign of a well-shaped, fit, gorgeous booty. Under the photo, she had written “Mirror, mirror…”

The final photo was perhaps the best one yet. It was taken in front of Cass, almost like an over-the-shoulder shot. She was in a prone position fully naked on our bed. Her glorious cheeks stuck up behind her head like mountains on the horizon. She had signed it with “All alone in bed… keep me company?”

The next page was a short written message from Cass: “Hope you liked my little surprise for you, my love. Cass.” Oh, I did. It was the best surprise I’d ever gotten. I flipped back to the last picture.

I wanted desperately to slip my face into those cheeks and eat her out from behind so bad. Though Cass would never let me, she thought it was gross. She’d let me eat her out of course, but never from behind. She knew how much I loved her ass and didn’t trust me to not slip my tongue up there. Hell, I didn’t trust myself to not do it, so I guess it was warranted.

By now Cass had increased the tempo significantly, stroking me firmly and determinedly as I inspected the last picture again.

“Wanna know something?” Cass asked. I groaned in reply. Cass leaned closer to me.

“When Neil let me in earlier… he wanted to give me his number, right? So I handed him my phone. I think… I know he saw one of those pictures,” Cass moaned into my ear, squeezing my cock as she did.

“I had looked them over in the car, and I knew there was a possibility that I hadn’t clicked away from the photos yet when I handed him my phone, I could tell he got a good look of your girl in a sexy photo.”

I pulsed hard in her hand as she told her story.

“By his reaction, I guess he liked it,” Cass whispered.

“Which pic do you think he saw? He didn’t get any captions, but he sure got an eyeful of your girlfriend. I don’t think he saw the silhouette, by his reaction. And I don’t think he saw the soap on my face.”

By now Cass’ hand was covered in precum as I tried to meet her strokes. It was so intense feeling the pain in my chest knowing Neil might’ve seen my wife in a very erotic way.

“I’m guessing he got to see a pic of your girl’s juicy ass. By his reaction. You know, he even said he would’ve devoured my black ass all day! Ah! Theeere you go! Cum for me baby!”

I grunted as my cum shot up like geysir, landing all over Cass’ soft warm hands. She jerked me all the way through, encouraging me.

“Teasing you is fun,” Cass said, chuckling at how I was still trembling from her expert handjob. “So the album was a success?”

“Platinum, gold. Whichever you prefer, it was a hit!” I said from a severely reduced state.

*

So the rest of the week was a busy one. Both Cass and I were busy working on our things. Cass would daily send me pictures of her, either in a thong with her pants hiked down, or sometimes just a straight-up nude of her glorious ass.

As the weekend rolled by, and while we loved to relax over the weekend, we were busy on the weekend too. Cass had double booked herself on Saturday with both the hotel work and the pantry volunteering. So I stepped in at the pantry for her, as they were dependent on everyone they could get. No-showing was not an option. I had stepped in and worked at the pantry a couple of times before, so it was no big deal. They all knew me down there. In fact, I had won some stars by being an uptight office guy in a management job with a good salary, yet finding time to give back to the community. Though, truly it was my pleasure.

I was quite handy, so I took it upon myself to fix one of their dishwashing machines. It had been leaking for a while, and they hadn’t had people to look at it yet, so when I found a spare moment I got down to business. Turns out some of the soap had corroded the hose that extruded the water. I duct-taped it good as a temporary solution.

“Hey, Bran, I’ll head down and get a new hose to the washing machine. You good?” I told a shorter guy who was stocking groceries in a fridge. He had made plenty of donations to pantries and kitchens around Indiana and worked at quite a few when he had the time. Great guy. Bran gave me the thumbs up and I headed out.

I took the opportunity to text Cass, to see how the hotel work was going. No answer. I guess she was busy. About five minutes later, when I walked back with a new hose, I finally got a message. I regret opening it in public. I had to hide in an alley to let my immediate erection subside. It was an upskirt photo of Cass in a black maid’s uniform. No, it was not one of those ridiculous uniforms from porn, it was a regular work one. But Cass had lifted the skirt up a bit, revealing the bottom of her ass. Though not really, because where her ass was, was also the text “Anyone in need of a maid?” and a sad emoji.

I texted back some very complimentary words for her.

Later when I got back home, both Cass and I were beaten, so we watched some shit Kevin Costner movie, more or less sleeping through the rest of the evening.

For Sunday I had gotten some tickets to a boxing event from Bran, as thanks for the repairs I did. I guess the repairs were much needed. Neither of us really cared for combat sports, but we figured why not. We were doing so much other stuff these days, so why not try something new, even if it wasn’t due to any kinks?

Turns out, Bran was not only handing out tickets. He was fighting on the undercard of said event. And it was no small event. The sports center held at least five thousand seats, it looked like. Though, as I said. We knew nothing about the sport. Bran knocked some guy out fast, and the other matches were half-exciting as well.

“Yeah, let’s never do that again,” Cass laughed as we drove home.

“What, Bran was just being nice giving us tickets? Though, I kinda agree. Not for me.”

“He wasn’t so nice with the other guy,” Cass joked.

When Monday came around, I wasn’t ready for the week. We had barely relaxed all weekend, and yet here I was back in the office busting my balls over mundane paperwork. Cass had more assignments at the University, so she was also pretty busy. The spring semester was wrapping up, and so assignments and exams were coming down the pipeline in rapid succession.

Tuesday was Monday copy-paste more or less. The only upside was that we both were diligent enough so that we got home in time to get a good night’s sleep, which we hadn’t gotten much of lately. Hitting the hay early was a rare luxury.

So having the extra time, we lay in bed talking about our future. We always wanted kids, and me having a steady job, and her masters going so well, now probably was the time. Perhaps as soon as after the wedding, even.

And talking of the wedding.

“I want the night to be special. Our wedding night,” Cassandra said. I perked up at that.

“So. I know we’re not exactly the wait-until-married type. But perhaps we could make the wait a little more special, in some other way,” Cass continued. “What if you were a condom up until our wedding night?”

“What? Why? It’s two and a half months away” I asked, hating condoms as most people did. “You’re on the pill?”

“To make it special, I told you. The reason is two-fold. One, we’ve talked about family. You have a job, and my masters is going great. So maybe I want to get off the pill one of these days, you know? But I want to conceive on our honeymoon. I think that would make it extra special,” Cass said.

“And the second?” I asked. I was kind of on board already. It was sort of romantic how she put it. We had planned our honeymoon trip to Europe, so all of the romantic elements that entailed certainly added to the thought of making it all special. And I truly wanted it to be special.

“Well. I know denial is sort of a thing you’re having,” Cassandra said. “Imagine how pent-up you’d be! You would probably knock me up on your first try!”

“Oooh. Well. I can’t lie, not loving the idea of condoms, but hey. I’ll do it for you. And you’re making a lot of sense. It’s a nice suggestion,” I said, trying to keep it light-hearted.

“It’s not a suggestion. You’re not getting any of this without a condom!” Cass said, looking me in the eyes with a crooked, wicked smile.

God. She knew. She was such a naughty girl.

*

Wednesday we woke up fully rested for a change. Throughout the workday, Cass kept sending me teasing photos. Sometimes captioned, sometimes not. Ever more daring, though mostly in the comfort of our home. Her hot body made her posing game seem easy. And Cass kept teasing me about the condoms even. I didn’t know if that was something she was going to do, but she certainly didn’t mind teasing me about not being able to hit her raw for the next two months.

So to say, when I saw Cassandra coming down the corridor through the small window in my office door, I was pretty excited to see her. As she entered my office, I immediately took in the outfit she had been teasing me with for the last few hours. Blue jeans that her thighs and ass filled out nicely, a white crop top, and a loosely fitted zipped-up hoodie.

“Hey there! How’s your day been?”

“Better now that you’re here. Damn, Cass, that last photo you sent was so fucking delicious, jesus christ. Looking at you now in those tight jeans, even… Fuck I wish I could go home and take you right now.”

Cass giggled. Her last photo was her prone in bed with nothing but jeans on, the same she wore now, captioned with “Guess who’s not hitting any of this raw! That’s you.” And I couldn’t even do anything about it, as I was at work.

“Oh, you—”

Cass was interrupted by a bang and an unreasonably loud vacuum cleaner roaring behind me. Neil seemed to have come earlier than usual to clean my office. I wonder why.

Cass then looked at me with another wicked smile. What was she up to now?

Neil started stumbling around the office, vacuuming half-heartedly around. He glanced at Cass a few times. After a few minutes of ear torture, Neil shut the thing off. Cass then jumped up and went over to the bin.

“I’ll get that for you, sweetie,” Cass said with her kindest voice.

Cass slowly bent over at the waist. Her light blue jeans stretched firmly against her firm, muscled ass, hugging those wide-hipped thighs stretching up to her shapely ass. Neil’s eyes went wide as he openly looked at how magnificent her ass filled out in those jeans. He even tried to hide adjusting his cock, probably struggling with keeping it down at the awesome display of Cassandra’s hot booty.

Cass picked up the bin, slowly rose up, squishing and flexing her ass nicely in the process, and turned with a small jerk in her hips, like she was showing off. She smiled widely as she saw the reactions from both Neil and myself.

“Here you go, big boy,” Cass said in an almost sensual way.

“Thanks, miss… ma’am. You’re too kind,” Neil stuttered. Then a sly smile crossed his fat lips. “And thanks for handing me the bin.”

The nerves on that guy!

Neil took the bin and emptied it in the trash on his cart, and hurried out. I couldn’t help but notice that he was sporting an obvious tent as he was hurrying out, lazily trying to hide it behind the cart.

“Yep, you definitely got a fan,” I laughed as the door closed. Cass smiled widely. “Can you believe he just thanked you?”

“Fuck… Now I’m all turned up!” Cass complained.

After a whole day filled with a bunch of teasing, a lot of ass slapping, and giggling, we made for the bed. Hopefully to fuck, as I had a serious case of blue balls having been denied Cass’ body ever since I got home. I had to have her, even if it meant condoms.

Cass was in the bathroom cleaning her makeup off. Not that she needed much, her natural beauty was all she needed.

I could hear her excitedly giggle from the bathroom. Maybe she was sending me a new photo? To get the night going? I checked my phone. Nope, nothing. Maybe Cass had something else in mind? I got excited even thinking about it.

Finally, Cassandra exited the bathroom. She wore nothing but one of my large flannel shirts, gray and white checkered, loosely buttoned around her waist. A lot of skin and cleavage were showing. Her magnificent booty was hidden just underneath the fabric. Fuck she looked hot.

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah, I love when you wear my shirts!” I groaned as she climbed into bed.

“Nooo, the photo!”

I got confused.

“Photo? The one earlier of you in the jeans on the bed?”

“No, silly. The one I just sent. In the bathroom.”

There was a brief pause. A moment of silence. Cass’ smile started to drop.

“You did get a photo just now, right?” she asked, uncertain. I reached for my phone and checked to be sure.

“Nope. Nothing here.”

Cass immediately darted to the bathroom. She came back out, phone in hand, scrolling through it. Her scrolling came to a stop and her jaw dropped.

“Fuck… I’m so sorry honey!” Cassandra exclaimed, holding a hand to her mouth.

“What?” I asked.

“Please forgive me! Fuck! I sent it to the wrong number”

“Who’d you send it to?”

“I… I sent it to Neil!”

Now it was my time to drop my jaw.

“What?”

“I have you as ‘Isaac’, and him as ‘janitor Neil’! You’re just next to each other! Fuck, I’m so sorry!”

Cass dumped down on the end of the bed, staring at her phone.

“It’s so wrong… Fuck, Isaac, how could this happen? Now that asshole is… doing god knows what. ”

I jumped Cass immediately. She was startled for a bit but squealed delightedly as I threw her up on the bed and got on top of her. I was feeling up her body, kissing her all over. I quickly inched my boxers down.

“What did you send? What was the pic? Did you caption it”

“I— oh god, it’s so wrong. I sent him my ass! I had squirted some soap on it to make it look like cum again…”

I started groping her ass, thinking how that dirty bastard got an eyeful of Cass’ hot ass covered in what looked like cum. I could only imagine how hot that’d look, and what Neil might think… and do…

“You really liked that? Fuuuck.. Let me get you set up,” Cass said and quickly handed me a condom.

I groaned and reluctantly put it on. Soon after, I slowly entered her. I frantically fucked her as she went on.

“Good boy, getting latexed up so you don’t fuck me bare!” Cass groaned.

“So I hiked up your shirt and took a quick pic of my ass. Fuck, my face was even in it! I even captioned it ‘Who’s next?’ Fuck! God, I can’t believe I sent it to someone else, even worse, to him! After teasing him today? It’s so wrong!”

I grunted as I desperately fucked her with all I had. It was much more frantic and raw than before. Though, the condom certainly removed some of the usual warm, intimate sensations of being with Cass.

“Damn it, now I’m even thinking about Neil, while you’re fucking me! I bet you are too! I bet you love that though, don’t you? Fuck, I can’t believe how kinky this is!”

I didn’t reply, just fucked into her with abandon. Fast and hard, unable to say a word.

“Even now, I see his coarse face while you’re pumping me full!” Cass told jaggedly, starting to get real into it.

Then Cass phone dinged.

Someone had texted her.

We both paused, looking at each other. Thinking the same.

“Check!” I moaned.

Cass reached over at the nightstand where her phone was laying. She laid back and swiped her lock away. Her eyes went wide.

“What!?”

“He… he replied.”

I waited for her to continue, but she just kept looking wide-eyed at the photo. Half looking at it, half contemplating what to do next.

“Eerh. He sent me a photo in return,” Cass started. She turned her phone to me.

The photo was a grotesque representation of a huge man. A huge beer belly was hidden under a white tank top. His face was hidden, thank god. But something else was not. Looking down at the photo, I saw this despicable man standing in his gray boxer shorts. Which were hugging tightly around a massive bulge. It was surreal. The head threatened to poke out down against the inside of his thigh. And the obvious girth was as monstrous as the rest of the photo.

And it was captioned.

‘All yours.’

Fuck.

“Is… is that real?” Cass asked, then blushed realising what she was asking.

“No… can’t be. Probably stuffed his boxers,” I said in a state of disbelief. But I couldn’t be sure, of course.

“Just trying to impress a pretty girl, I bet,” I moaned. I started thrusting into her again. The whole texting had paused our fucking.

“Color me impressed then,” she moaned into my ear. Fuuuuuck! I felt my cock throb violently.

“I guess you like that huh? Me admiring another cock? Jesus, you’re kinky! Here, let me just-”

Still phone in hand, Cass stretched her arms above her face and took a selfie just above her nipples, puckering her lips. She wrote something quick. Cass met my eyes as she hit send. As she hit that send button, a violent tremble went through me. I didn’t have long left. We clenched our eyes in unison as we both started to build our mutual orgasm, truly sharing this fantasy together.

“Ffuck, Isaac. Fuuuuck!” Cass moaned. “I… I think your fantasies are rubbing off on me. It’s so naughty! Fuck yeah! Just like that. Cum in that rubber! ”

“You’re so incredible, even with a condom!” I groaned and my cock jolted violently within the condom.

“See, it can still be good. Even if it’s with a rubber!” Cass said cheerfully as we both came down.

I fell on top of her. We laid there panting for a while.

“You not gonna ask what I sent?”

“Yeah, I just… need to recover a bit. That was intense… So what you send, then?”

I rolled off of Cass, panting profusely. Both Cass and I were covered in sweat, both chuckling at the wild experience. Eventually, she handed me her phone. I could of course watch her last photo, but I was dying to see that ass picture too, so I scrolled up.

Yep. It was just something about seeing her toned ass hugged by my gray and white checkered flannel shirt. I had seen it a million times in real life, but seeing it in a picture was still so hot. And the soap made it really look like someone had busted on Cass’ ass. It truly was a sexy photo. It started to make things grow for me again, looking at it. Especially knowing that Neil had already seen it, before me even, and probably jacked off to it. Neil had probably been cumming for my wife before I even did.

I was almost trembling as I scrolled down to her last picture. I tapped the message.

Cass was laying on her back, showing almost all of her perky chest. Only her nipples were just out of frame. And those puckered lips. Corny, yes, but yet so inviting. And the caption.

‘Is that really your dick outline?’

I felt myself swell to full mast again. Fuck, who was this Cass, and what had she done to my cute little girlfriend? I of course knew she was still here, but she really committed herself to this fantasy, riding it right beside me.

Her phone dinged right here in my hand. Neil had replied. Cass looked over my shoulder. Another picture was sent. We exchanged a look. I tapped the attachment.

It was another photo of Neil in his white tank top. Only this time his gray boxers slid down his thick thighs. Out of his boxers hung the biggest, most bulbous cock I’d ever seen. By Cass’ reaction, hers too. She was slightly biting her lip while looking at the thickness of it.

It was almost bigger now, out on display. Thick and girthy, way more than mine. Longer too. Holy fuck, janitor Neil was hung! And he was only sporting a semi by the looks of it. And creatively, Neil had captioned it ‘All yours’ again.

“Should I say something?” Cass asked. Instead, Neil replied once again. Text only this time.

“Those hot brown lips look like they need a huge cock between ’em.”

“You’d love that wouldn’t you,” Cass teased, looking at me. I rolled to find a new condom and quickly slid it on.

“I’ve barely kissed yours, but just thinking about my sweet lips getting fucked by that brutal monster turns you on, doesn’t it? Aaaah—” Cass said, ending in a moan as I entered her again.

“You’d love, uh, for me to tease him, huh? And after a bit of, oh shit… fuck…” Cass was unable to speak properly as I fucked into her.

Neither of us was able to say anything more as we once again fucked wildly. It was much faster and rawer than before. Soon we both laid knocked out, enjoying our newly envigorated sex life.

*

Thursday Cassandra worked at the pantry, to make up for the weekend. She was there from noon until later that night, which meant I had to get myself to and from work and endure a painful lunch alone with Neil who had just last night texted my wife a picture of his huge cock, after receiving a sexy photo of her ass with a fake cumshot on it.

Neil was even humming happily as he came into my office that day. His happy tunes almost had an eerie feel to them. Like his happiness came from a place that was supposed to be mine. Though the humming was interrupted by his vacuuming of course. Neil even stopped to shoot a text real quick. I could only imagine who, though I didn’t know for sure. Surely this bastard would get off on texting debauchery to my girl right in front of me. His earlier bluntness surely was an indicator.

A few moments after Neil left the office, I got a message from Cass.

“I’ve been texting with a certain janitor,” Cass wrote. I quickly asked what they’d been texting.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Cass teased, denying me their conversation. She really was getting the hang on how to tease me properly. Now I was sporting an erection I could do little about. I had to get back to work.

By the time I finally got home, I was so worked up about the content of their conversation. The anticipation of getting to know what they had talked about was almost painful. I wondered if Neil had made any more comments about her body. I almost hoped he did.

When Cass finally came home, I immediately guided her to the sofa, dying to know. Cass giggled at my eagerness.

“You really want to know what we talked about?” Cass asked, biting her lip seductively, grinning coyly at me. After lingering for a moment, she handed me her phone so I could see for myself.

“It’s pretty tame,” Cass said.

I scrolled up to her last message I had read, where Neil had said her lips would look good on his cock. I could see it hadn’t been the longest conversation, so perhaps Cass was right.

To my surprise, Cass was the one who had sent the first message, this very morning.

09.37 Cass: “Morning. Sorry about last night, I sent to the wrong guy. It was meant for my financée.”

10.10 Neil: “Don’t worry, your picture is safe with me.”

10.11 Cass: “No way, please delete it!”

10.15 Neil: “Only if I can add to it!”

Cass then seemed to have ignored him, letting the conversation die. Not real insistent I must say. But then the next message was from Neil, him initiating it this time.

11.57 Neil: “Send me a pic of that sexy black ass”

This had to be the message he sent right in front of my face during lunch!

11.59 Cass: “No way. That’s only for my man!”

12.03 Neil: “Didnt matter yesterday”

12.05 Cass: “That was a mistake.”

12.06 Neil: “Make another mistake.”

Then another half an hour where Cass didn’t say anything. I wondered what she did at that time. If she was thinking it over. If she was getting horny from the conversation. Cass opened my trousers as I stood there thinking, and I sat myself down next to her. I didn’t even notice I’d remained standing in front of her. Cass started to stroke my cock with her skillful hands as I read on

12.35 Cass sent an attachment. It was a photo. I hesitated for a bit. Scared of what I might find. Fuck. I opened it. Cass had sent Neil a photo of her in nothing but a thong, back and face turned away from the camera, captioned “Don’t tell my boyfriend…”

Cass squeezed my cock hard as I throbbed hard in her hand. That caption… Neil had gotten another photo before I ever saw it. And it was captioned tailored to him! My sweet girlfriend, who I was going to marry, had sent the large, despicable man Neil a photo of her juicy ass while pretending to go behind my back. It turned me on so fucking much.

12.41 Neil replied: “Damn…I need my huge dick sucked.”

12.42 Cass: “I dont do that”

12.44 Neil: “Hah I feel the walls breaking.”

12.45 Neil: “You dont have to do anything, I’ll just borrow that sexy mouth of yours”

12.45 Neil: “I can’t wait”

And so the conversation ended. Cass never replied to any of that.

“That’s when I… that’s when I came,” Cass explained, blushing.

“Came? Did you… ugh… did you masturbate?” I groaned through her jerking my dick vigorously. Cass rarely masturbated, and to think she did it while chatting with the janitor at my work, the disgusting man that was Neil.

I was so turned on it was hard to comprehend. I was barely able to think straight. My whole body was trembling from the buildup during Cass’ texting with Neil.

“Yeah. I got so turned on doing something taboo. I don’t know what came over me! I was contemplating sending him that picture for so long. In the end, I figured you’d love being denied the conversation and then see how naughty I’d been. Fuck, he’s so crass! He more or less told me he wanted to fuck my face, right to me!”

Cass increased the speed significantly as she talked, twisting her hands slightly as she worked my dick. She even slid a hand down into her pants, starting the rub off herself. Cass was now masturbating both me and her at the same time, to the thought of this mutual, vile fantasy that we now both shared.

“Lean back,” I urged, desperate to fuck her.

“Can’t. We’re out of condoms,” Cass said, looking at me with an evil grin, essentially denying me sex. “This’ll have to do!”

“What if you go down on me?” I tried. I desperately needed to get off.

“But Isaac, you know I don’t really like that! I think I’ll just jerk you off instead, what do you say? Maybe I’ll save my lips for some other cock. I mean, some other time,” Cass teased, slowing her jerking waaay down.

It was too much.

“Do it,” I moaned on an impulsive whim, barely thinking it through. I was barely able to keep my voice steady even. I regretted it almost as soon as I said it. But grunted hard also from pushing the fantasy even further.

“Yeah? You want me to suck his huge dick? That disgusting, smelly, filthy dude? For real?” Cass asked in disbelief. But I also could see a small fire in her eyes, a part of her that wanted me to push her.

“Yes!” I wasn’t able to say anything more, I was bucking so wildly to Cass’ edging strokes.

“You sure you want this?” Cass said, once again biting her lip, studying my face.

I could barely nod.

“You have to answer. And before you do, know that there is no way back once you say yes,” Cass said as sternly as my thrusts let her.

I couldn’t think straight. I knew it was wrong, and it was something we barely had explored ourselves. It was something that never should be discussed, barely fantasized about, especially not with the one you are about to marry. It was so wrong. But that was exactly why there was a part of both of us that wanted it.

“Yes, Cass. Please!”

That seemed to send her over the edge, me following right behind her. Cass jerked me off until I came all over her hand, coating her hand in my sperm.

*

The next day at work was brutal. The day before the weekend. I was tired as shit, and with recent events, I was even more eager to get back home to my lovely Cassandra. Her dirty talk last night was so hot, I just couldn’t get enough of it. But alas, I had to endure. She even sent me more photos. She was now pretty comfortable with pictures of herself so all of them were unreasonably hot. Unreasonable because I was in no position to do anything about it.

“How you doing?” Cass asked wickedly as she joined me for lunch. “Like the pictures?”

“Hell yeah.”

“So… Is Neil at work today?” Cass said. I almost spit out the water I just drank.

“Y-yes… you going to… you know?” I asked. Cass just smiled at me. “I thought it was just talk?”

“I said there was no way back, didn’t I?” Cass said, teasing me further.

“But—”

“Listen. It was all talk. If you want it to be. But I have a feeling you’d prefer if it weren’t. Just give the word. Last chance. Next time you see me, it might be too late.”

I gulped. Just in time to hear that all too familiar roar interrupting us. I couldn’t help but notice the small smirk on Neil’s face as he moved around. Cass even did a rerun of Wednesday by picking the bin up for him. She even touched his shoulder as she handed it to Neil, smiling warmly at him.

Neil grinned widely, roaming her body with his eyes. Not really trying to be discrete even. My cock was rock hard by that moment. Fortunately, I had this huge desk in front of me. Neil stuck around excessively dusting and vacuuming my office more thoroughly than he’d ever done before. He was probably trying to soak in the view of my lovely fiancée’s hot body.

By the time lunch was over, Cass smiled at me with a naughty smile.

“Picking up you later, ‘kay?” she said with a smirk.

I was barely able to concentrate for the rest of the day. I kept wondering what Cass had in mind. What would she do? Was it all talk? I didn’t think she would. All up till now had been teasing. A fantasy. Even the picture was an accident. Yet here we were, on the surface it looked like we were going to take that extra step. Though, it was beyond anything we’d ever done before.

As the work day ended, it was pretty dark outside. Even if it was springtime. And as a guy in a management position, the hours often got late, though today it was merely an hour of overtime. So when I walked out there weren’t a whole lot of cars around. There was Cass’ blue Camry up close. I looked around the car and saw no Cass.

“What the fuck?” I mumbled, scanning the parking lot.

Then, down by the end of the lot, almost in a secluded corner by some bushes, was another car. A sub-urban of some kind. It stood hidden from the lights, with tinted windows making it impossible to make out its interiors from a distance. I inched myself closer, anticipation wrecking my insides. I could hear my own heartbeat straight into my ears. I could barely breathe. I was scared of what I might find.

As I moved closer, slightly to the SUV’s left, hiding in the blind spot of the car, I could barely make out the faint shape of someone’s head. I drew recognition of the blonde-mopped, coarse face of Neil, sitting leaned back in the driver’s seat, his back tilted back so he was almost lying. His grin was wide and self-satisfied, with his eyes closed. He had a small sheen of sweat across his forehead.

I couldn’t see all that much, but I saw his right hand was somewhere in his lap, and that his hand was moving up and down. Almost forcingly, like something was trying to get up and he pushed it back down. Yet, not forceful. Guiding, more like. Letting his hand rise only to deliberately press it down again. There was a certain insistence in his down pushes.

I moved a bit closer, standing a few feet away to make sure my shadow wouldn’t alarm Neil.

Even from outside the car I could hear his satisfied groans. And being a bit closer, I could even make out what Neil was holding in his hand. Neil’s hand was resting in between the locks of someone’s black curly hair, and those locks moved up and down in his lap, distorting the line of sight.

Those locks belonged to none other than Cass!

I stumbled backward, almost losing my balance. The revelation stuck through me like a knife coated with poisonous jealousy. Cass has blown me a few times… or rather, kissed and licked while stroking me, but that was the extent of it. Now she was bent over in Neil’s car, more or less getting her mouth fucked by this greasy bastard. And in a car in a public parking lot, no less.

I looked over both my shoulders. Of course, no one was around, but I had to be sure. It was a reactionary thing.

My phone dinged. I looked down, opening the message immediately. It was from Cass.

The image would burn itself to the inside of my brain for forever.

It looked to be from Neil’s point of view, showing Cassandra with a humongous, wide, bulbous condom-clad cock resting across her entire face, and then some! It looked raging, viscous even, from how big and hard it was. The head shone with a deep purplish red as I imagined it throbbed against her face. Her cute face underneath such a hideous thing sent me to my knees, gasping. The trauma was too heavy to carry.

Yet I was so turned on it was beyond anything I could believe. Less than a few feet away from me was my future wife, my girlfriend for almost half a decade, sucking off our newest janitor, the lowlife Neil. Giving him something I barely knew how felt. Cass was getting used by Neil. For his pleasure, with me standing just outside. And by the sounds of it, she did it well. Neil’s groans started to grow louder and louder.

I could even hear his muffled voice saying things to Cass, through the rhythmic groans. I could hear Neil chuckle at something he said, then the chuckles abruptly ended.

Even from outside the car, I could hear him announce that he was cumming. I almost came myself, barely keeping my jagged breath in control. At least Cass had made him put on a condom. Who knew what sort of mess would have occurred if not. And who knew what kind of diseases this dude carried.

I got up and stumbled back to the Camry.

*

Cass was walking back towards the Camry no less than five minutes later. I emerged from the shadows of the office building. I didn’t want to be too obvious, even if there was no one around. I wasn’t sure how I felt if Neil knew. Him being out of the loop almost added an extra factor to the whole kink.

Cass smiled apologetically as we met up by the car, her lips still slick from the mouthfuck she had just endured. She saw how I looked, and knew I was dying to know what the fuck just happened. She unlocked the car and we both jumped in.

We drove for a few minutes before I croaked.

“So you… did it?” I asked hoarsely.

“Yeah.” Cass wasn’t about to spill anything, it seemed. Perhaps she felt guilty. It was in some ways a betrayal. Even if it wasn’t. Not to me. I was still horny as hell, dying to have her. I had to let her know that everything was fine. Better than fine.

“Honey… That was the fucking most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I found the car and heard it from outside… fuck, I almost came just listening,” I groaned.

“… I don’t know if I’m comfortable with this. I felt like shit. It was hot when it happened, but now I feel like shit. Like I went behind your back, for fucks sake,” Cass started, trembling in her voice.

“No no no no! We did it together. I asked you to, and you went overboard with it, but in all the good ways. I never thought this fantasy would be anything, but you made it happen! You! You’re such an amazing woman, Cass, you have no idea. And for you to betray me, it would be some kind of break of trust. Listen, Cass. I still want to marry you. Perhaps more than ever. You’re just so hot and so understanding. And I trust you completely and I love you more.”

Cass smiled at my small speech.

“I’m glad. I was so worried you’d be pissed. I didn’t really know how onboard you were, how much was just talk. But when I saw that dick in front of me, I guess it got kinda hard to say no…”

That last part certainly sounded intriguing.

“So how did it happen? You came to pick me up?”

By now we were already walking up the driveway, making our way into the house.

“Well. I came over to pick you up, yes. I came about twenty minutes earlier. Just in case. So Neil was—”

“You came twenty minutes earlier? Just in case you’d suck his dick? That is so wrong, I love it!”

“You wanna hear it or not? So anyway, Neil was taking out the trash when he saw me waiting. He waved to me and came over. Offered me a cigarette. I said no. Then we small-talked a bit, like last time. He asked about the wedding and eventually, he steered the conversation back to the pictures,” Cass told, opening the door to let us in.

I didn’t dare say anything, wanting to hear the rest.

“He teased me about never replying to his last message. I shrugged, trying to play hard to get. God, Isaac, I have to say. Standing beside him like that. It was so different from the last time. Knowing what he had. Being so close to it, even if it was underneath his jumpsuit. And I kept thinking about that last message… How Neil almost expected something from me…”

We had made it to bed by now, putting a pause on dinner. Instead, Cass shoved me back into bed and climbed on top of me, settling down on my groin. Cass started grinding back and forth on top of my jeans.

“So I told him there was nothing to be said. Neil seemed a bit taken aback by that, then asked if I wanted to see it in person. I didn’t really reply, I guess I just bit my lip like I do, and sort of followed him over to his car. Fuck just retelling it is so much,” Cass said, interrupting herself by shoving my now condom-clad cock up into her. She had apparently gotten a new box of new condoms.

“I jumped in his passenger seat. Neil said some rude comment about… oh shit, Isaac, easy now. I’m not done telling yet. Anyway, Neil unbuttoned without any hesitation, whipping his huge cock out in front of me.”

Cass was biting her lip, clenching her eyes as she was reminiscing about the scene. I firmly held her hips though, so I wouldn’t cum too early. Her telling it like this was almost too much for me.

“Isaac, fuck. It’s bigger in real life. Angrier, if that makes sense. He was so rough. He just grabbed my head and started pressing it towards his cock, not giving a shit about how I felt. I said he had to use rubber because I didn’t know how filthy he was and I was a bug freak. Neil, like all men like him, didn’t have a rubber.”

Cassandra turned beet red now, and not from the slow grinding motions she did on top of me, teasing my aching cock with deliberate thrusts as she went through her story.

“I had one.”

I grunted, almost cumming from her words. She brought the condom. Cass had gone out and bought a condom for Neil to fuck her mouth with! We were out last night, so Cass had actually gone out to get a condom for Neil!

“You knew… arh shit, you knew you would suck his dick when you came today?” I groaned.

“You guys are funny. He said the exact same thing. He took the condom, shoved it onto his cock, and then shoved my face down again, this time even less gentle than before. Fuck, Isaac. He was so rough with your girl. I tried to use technique, but I don’t think he noticed. Perhaps the condom made it difficult to tell. Or perhaps he didn’t care. He just moved my head and mouth up and down his thick shaft. My jaw is still aching, Isaac. Neil is just that big.”

We both were breathing pretty heavily at this point, barely hanging on. But I wanted to hear more. I had to!

“Please, Cass. Fuck. Continue, argh,” I said through gritted teeth, trying not to cum just yet.

“He pressed his cock against my mouth. I hesitated a bit and then let him shove his meaty dick into my mouth, rocking me up and down for a while. I swirled my tongue around trying to get him off. I don’t know if it helped. It was a weird feeling, though, the contours of his cock underneath the rubber, I have to say.”

“Then he told me how good my mouth felt and came in the rubber. It seemed a lot because it lasted a while. There really isn’t much detail. Neil fucked your girl’s mouth. Or jerked off with your girl’s mouth. However you want it,” Cass said so fucking bluntly that I couldn’t hold back anymore.

With a series of jagged thrusts, I came in the condom, shivering on top of her. Cassandra moaning and clamping down on me, cumming as well.

“Well that was fucking hot,” I said. Cassandra laughed.

“Yeah, no shit. Just wait until you see the video!”

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Thanks for reading, I hope it wasn’t too bad. Take care.