1 Two Wives And Their Secret

Chapter 2: The Secret of the Neighbor Boy

A few nights later, dressed in a stunning, high-end evening gown, Chloe sat across from me in a dimly lit, highly intimate restaurant. A single candle flickered between us. After a glass of light wine, a warm flush spread through my veins. Chloe took my hand and guided it beneath the hem of her dress, and my breath hitched as my fingers met bare skin—she wasn't wearing any underwear. She loved pulling these wicked, highly erotic surprises on me from time to time.

As my fingers began to explore her slick, heated core right there at the table, Chloe calmly began to tell me a story about the nineteen-year-old neighbor boy, Tyler. He was a tall, heavily built Asian-American kid who had just graduated from high school. She whispered that the boy had never been with a woman before, and she was the one who took his innocence.

“Are you saying you took his virginity?” I asked, a sudden mix of jealousy and intense arousal flaring within me.

“I did,” she murmured, her own hand reaching under the tablecloth to wrap around my hardening length, stroking it through my trousers. “I thought he’d be clumsy because he was young, but once he got the hang of it, he was incredible. And Vince... for a kid, he’s built just like you. Huge. It felt amazing.”

My blood boiled with a wild, possessive jealousy as her grip tightened, testing my rigidity.

“He was exactly like this,” she whispered, teasing the head of my shaft. “Rock hard.”

“And then what happened?” I urged, my chest heaving, desperate for the details even as it burned me.

She casually narrated the encounter, which explained why Tyler always looked terrified whenever he saw me around the neighborhood later on.

“Remember his graduation party at his parents' place?” she continued. “After everyone left, it was just the two of us. You were back there drinking with his dad, completely wasted, and I had half a bottle of wine in me, too. When I got back to our place, you had already passed out on the bed. I was freshening up when the doorbell rang. It was Tyler, coming over to drop something off. I was burning up with desire, you were dead to the world, so I asked him if he wanted a drink. I pulled him inside and poured more wine.”

She leaned in closer, her eyes glittering in the candlelight.

“He was feeling the alcohol, and I was so horny. I asked him if he’d ever been with a girl, and he said no. Next thing you know, I was on my knees, sucking his cock, teaching him how to use his tongue to lick me out. Oh god, it was unbelievable. He couldn't hold it and came all over my face, but thirty minutes later, he pinned me down and fucked me senseless. He might be a kid, but his stamina was out of this world.”

Chloe’s hand stroked me forcefully, bringing me to the absolute brink, while my own fingers were entirely drenched in the juices leaking from her core. We sat there, stimulating each other under the table while exchanging these dirty secrets, until I couldn't take it anymore. I threw down the cash for the bill, guided her out to the parking lot, and we tore into each other in the back of our SUV parked by a deserted stretch of the beach.

It was spectacular. The crashing of the Atlantic waves drowned out her wild, desperate cries of ecstasy. I buried myself in my wife with a fierce, jealous fury, driven by the images of the neighbor boy, which only gave me boundless strength. But in reality, it was that very jealousy that unlocked her deepest arousal, causing her pleasure to crash over us like a tidal wave.

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