[Same story, different POV, start here if you haven't: Part 1]

After their date, L. was having one of her most intense orgasms of, well, a long while, bent over their bed, her husband knelt behind her, his tongue gliding over her clit, changing from soft pressure to more firm. She looked over at the clock and saw that it was 10:00 p.m. She knew he only had a little time so she started to push her hips back against him in time with his tongue. Maybe she should let him use his fingers on her G-spot, but no, ohh. No, this was getting the job done. The almost constant, slowly increasing pressure and tempo was going to make her, oh, there, yes.

She groaned and gasped as the sensation spread from her clit down her legs and up her torso, shaking her to her core. She had barely come down enough to take any touching and he was already sliding inside. He seemed harder, thicker, or maybe it was just the intensity. He pushed into her with reckless abandon. It was clear he needed it, not just wanted it. His fingers dug into the tops of her hips as he pushed so hard with his thrusts that she slipped, losing her balance and falling forward.

He stayed inside, riding her down. She was now laying flat on her stomach and only the tip was inside, but it was resting on her G-spot. As he began to thrust, it rubbed over it perfectly. Oh wow, I could get used to this, she thought as she snaked one hand down to touch her clit in time with his thrusts. He didn't notice as he was just taking her. That was the only way she could describe it. He wasn't usually like this. He was typically so, well, nice. Always worried about her, her feelings, her desires, and so on. He was easy to please, so she didn't worry about it. But this. Being taken so, well, aggressively. He'd never done it like this before. His fingers dug in harder and she felt herself swelling with intensity and oh, fuck, again. Her body convulsed with the surprising quickness of the orgasm catching her off guard. She felt him squeezing her tightly and as she recovered she looked at the clock. 10:04 p.m. If he was being good, he hadn't cum. Was he faking it? She didn't really care at the moment, but as he slid out of her, he sighed. As he left the room, she reached down and felt, but no telltale semen was there, although she was wetter than usual.

I'm going to have to have a talk with C., she thought. She had better let him cum tomorrow. And maybe I can get him to give it to me like that again. And again. Maybe all the time. She didn't know she had been missing that until now. Damn.

This all started two weeks ago. [seriously, if you haven't read part 1, go there now!]

It was a Friday and she, her husband, Eric, and the kids were at her parents house about an hour away from where they lived. Her sister, C., and kids had just gotten there, too. C. had a big Cheshire cat grin on her face.

"What are you so excited about?" L. asked.

"Did you tell Eric he could have an online hallpass?"

"Um, what? Did he tell you that?"

"No, I, ah, well, I found his profile."

"Ohmygod, really? I mean, spill it."

"Well, I found him on Reddit at least."

"What did he post?"

"Mostly erotic fiction. Some good, some bad."

"That doesn't surprise me. But how did you know it was him?"

"Um, well, there's pictures too."

"No he didn't."

C. nodded, smiling. "He did."

"How, um, much does he show?"

"Not his face. Not everything, but pleeeeeenty."

"Get that grin off your face."

"No, he's attractive. You know that. Anyway, I wanted to ask you if I can mess with him."

"What, like send him annoying messages?"

"No, I was thinking of seeing what he does when I confront him."

"On Reddit?"

"What, no, I already did that. I mean in person."

"Holy shit. I'm sure he'll shut down and be embarrassed."

"I bet he won't."

"Really, how much?"

"Okay, well, if he is embarrassed and stuff, I'll show you his profile."

"And if he isn't?"

"Then I get to keep messing with him."

"Good luck, to you, but I'm going to win."

"We'll see," said C., zipping her hooded sweatshirt down to her midsection, showing a sportsbra and cleavage. "Where is he?"

"In the upstairs shower. You're going to lose," said L., rolling her eyes.

A few minutes later, C. came back, an even bigger grin on her face.

"I won."

"No way."

"Oh yeah. He admitted it to me and well, I think he liked the attention." She pulled out her phone and hit play on a video. It was clearly Eric, but just his torso and upper legs. And he was hard, stroking his cock rapidly. She could tell he was close and then he came, right out of the shower onto the bathmat.

"Oh my god!" said L. "How did you get him to do that? Or did he come up with that himself? I can't imagine that."

"No, I told him if he didn't, I'd show you his profile. Honestly, there's nothing that bad there. He should have told me to fuck off. But I, ah, was a little too enticing." She zipped up her hoodie.

"Jesus. I can't believe it. We made the online open relationship arrangement but he wasn't allowed to do anything in person. I bet he'll tell me."

"Oh yeah? How about another bet. If he tells you, this is done and I show you his profile. If he doesn't, I get to play with him more."

"What does that mean?"

"I mean you let me do what I want with him."

"No."

"Okay, how about no sex but I can try to escalate?"

"No kissing either."

"Deal. Why don't you go see if he tells you."

L. hurried up stairs and burst into the bathroom. Eric was bent double out of the tub, rubbing the bathmat.

"What the hell are you doing?" asked L.

"I . . . uh . . . some soap got on the rug and I wanted to get it up."

She looked at him, wondering if he would come clean with him. Waiting. Then, "You had better hurry up. We need help prepping dinner. You're not finished yet?"

He was clearly scrambling. "I thought you were going to join me. What was the wink before my shower?"

"Oh, that was just I thought you were cute and you should enjoy your shower. Looks like you already did." She couldn't help looking at his still semi-hard cock, pink from the drubbing it just got. She replayed the video in her mind and felt herself get a little turned on.

"Uh, yeah, it got away from me."

L. left him to get dressed and went downstairs.

"Fine, you win."

"Yessss," said C.

L. watched that evening as C. kept making Eric jump. Because she was looking for it, she saw as C. showing her cleavage made him blush. And then at the dinner table, C.'s foot reaches across into his lap, causing him to choke on his water. Serves him right, she thought, but it was also kind of funny to watch him squirm.

As the evening was winding down, C. asked L. to send Eric out with stuff to their SUV.

"Why, so you can get him to jerk off for you again?"

"No, just to set the hook on your fish."

"Then you send me the video."

"Sure thing."

"And you keep me in the loop."

"Okay. I'm going to get him to jerk off thinking about me tonight and again tomorrow morning. Just so you're in the loop."

"No way. He won't."

"We'll see."

Later that night, L. woke up, the bed moving as her husband was clearly jerking off. Goddamn her, she thought, surprised at how good her sister was at this. Before long he came and she saw his phone light up as he sent a few messages. Within five minutes he was asleep.

She pulled out her own phone and pulled up the video. She watched it a few times and started thinking about how turned on he had been. She realized she found it more exciting than she expected. Actually, she was feeling, well, horny. Thinking about her husband getting all hot and bothered like that. Cumming in front of someone else. Her free hand slipped down below her pajama pants, finding her labia already wet. She felt her slick fingers sliding between her lips, moving across her clit as she watched the video on loop. Watching how hard he was, his hips bucking and ass clenching as he came. She thought about how he had just cum next to her. Her finger sliding across her clit faster now and she shut her eyes, calling up the time they had sex on the beach in Mexico at night with the full moon and the stars after being apart for a few months and the way he, oh, shit, she thought, as an orgasm spread out and over her body, causing gasps and shaking. As she regained herself, she noticed Eric hadn't woken up and breathed a sigh of relief.

She heard her phone ding and saw a text from her sister.

C.: Hope he didn't wake you when he came...

L.: He did, but he slept through mine, so, no problem. I still can't believe how quickly you got him hooked.

C.: Don't worry, you'll get something out of it, too. And remember, you might be able to catch him tomorrow morning. G'night.

[Part 2 starts here]

The next morning she woke up to an empty bed. Her hand reached over and felt his side was still warm. Then her phone buzzed.

C.: Good morning. Your husband is probably jerking off right now with my panties from yesterday right now.

L.: Seriously? You're going to wear him out.

C.: Nah. This is his last time for a while. I'm going to get him all riled up but make him wait.

L.: Why?

C.: Oh sis. Don't you know? You'll see.

She got up and crossed the hallway to the bathroom door. She could hear the rhythmic fap, fap, fap. She imagined him on the other side of the door, furiously stroking himself. She liked how the muscles of his shoulders, arms, and well, everywhere flexed as he got into it in the video. She thought about going in and surprising him, but if this was his last chance, she wanted him to have it. She found herself biting her lip and rubbing her thighs together as she waited, though. It wasn't long before she heard a few staccato grunts and then "Happy now?"

She tried the handle but found it locked.

"Are you in there?"

"Uh, yeah, one sec," he said. She could hear him fumbling around. Then the door opened.

"What were you doing?" She saw he was clearly flushed, holding a handful of clothes.

"I just woke up and was finishing up using the bathroom."

"Uh-huh," she said. She leaned in to kiss him, stepping close. She could feel his residual erection against her hips. She pushed into him slightly, smiling up at him. "Jeez, keep it under control."

He basically fled the room. A moment later, C. sent her a video. She turned on the shower, locked the door and watched as her husband, stripped naked, was stroking himself furiously over a set of panties. Damn her, she thought, more impressed than anything else. I wonder if he gets so turned on by me? As the shower filled the bathroom with steam, she saw his whole body tightening and then heard him grunt as he came all over the vanity. By now her hand had found her way below her pajama bottoms, and she was idly playing her fingers over her own panties. She made a decision and sent a quick message.

L.: Tell him he's a good boy. I found out by accident he likes being called that.

C.: Very helpful.

She pulled off her own pajama pants and top, stripping down her panties. She found she was wetter than she had thought. Again? she wondered. What the hell, why not. She pulled up the video again and slid her hand down, slipping two fingers inside, curling them as her thumb folded under her palm to rest on her clit. She set the video on loop and concentrated on watching him tense and release, over and over. She loved feeling him do that when he was inside her, but she never had a chance to watch it. Her other hand supported herself on the vanity as her knees weakened as she got closer. Just as the video showed him shoot a rope of cum across the vanity, she tripped over the edge, sucking in air as she almost fell forward, feeling her pussy clench around her fingers and her body shaking. Jesus, why is this so hot? she thought, coming back to herself.

The morning was quick and soon they were on their way home when her phone rang. It was C., of course, and her car's bluetooth picked it up on speaker, even though he was driving.

"Nice to see you all this weekend."

She had seen how he squirmed as soon as he saw it was C. calling. He started to tell C. that she was on speaker, but L. managed to get her hand over his mouth.

"You too. The kids had a blast. They're both asleep."

"Can I tell you something?"

Eric was blushing. L. pretended not to notice. God he's bad at this.

"Sure."

"Has Eric been working out?"

L. laughed internally, seeing him so nervous. "I think so. He's always doing something to keep in shape." She looked at him and pushed his shoulder, then held her finger to her lips to keep him quiet. She mouthed "She has a crush on you."

He looked so cute shaking his head "no."

"Well it is working. I saw him leave the bathroom in a towel on the way to the guest room. You're lucky."

L. almost rolled her eyes. She had caught him in the bathroom, cleaning the mat, so how could she have seen him after leaving the bathroom? C'mon C. But she reached over her hand and rested it on his thigh. He nearly jumped.

"Thanks. I think so."

"If he were my husband . . . wait, sorry. I got distracted. I meant to talk to you about next weekend."

"Yeah, the kids are looking forward to it," she said. And they figured out logistics of when everyone would be coming for a visit.

As soon as the call disconnected, Eric said how weird it was.

"Oh, she's always been curious about you since we started dating. I never give her any details," she lied. "Do you think she's attractive?" She felt him twitch under her hand.

"Um," he says, voice almost cracking. "Sure, she looks like you."

"That's a cop out but okay."

She kept her hand in his lap as he drove. Even though her hand was on his right thigh, she could feel him getting a series of erections on the other side against the back of her fingers. He was so distracted he hadn't noticed that her own hand was resting against the outside of her jeans, under a strategic fleece jacket, using the bouncing of the road to give her a little low-level stimulation the rest of the ride home.

The rest of the day was a typical Saturday and by the late afternoon, she was running the kids to soccer, leaving Eric alone to make dinner. As practice was wrapping up, she got another text.

C.: Your husband is currently cock-out, touching himself.

L.: Again?

C.: But he won't be cumming, so be sure to help rile him up.

L.: What if I want sex?

C.: Just give it a day and you'll see.

L.: Fine but this had better be worth it.

After getting home and coming in the front door, she meets Eric hurrying down the stairs. Obviously flushed.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Um, yeah, fine, why?"

"Oh, you look, warm." She felt his forehead, standing against him. He wrapped his arms around her. "Yeah, you feel warm."

"I feel fine."

"Good," she said, feeling his hands slide down over her yoga pants. She knew these were his favorite and may have worn them just to get a reaction. But she grabbed his wrists from behind her and pulled them off. "I was hoping we'd have little time tonight. Feels like you'd be interested," she said, pressing her hips against his hardness. She turned around and walked towards the kitchen, swaying a bit for his benefit. When she looked back, he was still standing there, biting his lip. Too easy, she thought.

Later that night, after being a little cruel, she thought, teasing him as they watched TV after the kids went to bed, resting her legs on his lap and fidgeting. She could feel him getting excited and his hand, resting on her thigh, would give her squeezes as his hand moved higher.

Soon they were upstairs, getting ready for bed, when he announced he was going to hop in the shower, which was slightly unusual. She hung around in the bathroom while he undressed, dawdling as she brushed her teeth and hair, changing into pajamas as he stripped down. He was already hard, she saw, and raised her eyebrows at him. He blushed and jumped in the shower.

As she lay in bed waiting for him, her phone chirped.

C.: Is he in the shower?

L.: Shouldn't be surprised you knew that...

C.: I'll send you the video tomorrow AM.

L.: I want to jump him.

C.: Give it till Wednesday. It will be worth it, I promise.

L.: It had better be.

She pulled up the videos C. had sent her, her free hand pulling up her shirt to play across her stomach. She was thinking about how turned on he was and how hot it made her feel. How he couldn't keep his hands off her in the kitchen. The jackass left a flour handprint on her ass. Ugh, she thought, I told him we'd fool around, but it might be too hard on him. He's in there now, stroking, she thought. Her hand slid down again to where it had been too often already today. "Fuck," she breathed out loud as her fingers skimmed down. She was sensitive. I've only got a minute, she thought, reaching for her vibrator. She chose the purple one, the rabbit with silicone fingers, one for inside and one for out. The lube snick-snacked open and shut and then it was sliding inside her, on its lowest setting. She propped up her phone and watched the videos on loop, increasing the intensity to match her arousal. Her hips began to move slowly, fucking her vibrator slightly as things started to increase.

She heard the water stop and knew she had a decision to make. She turned up the intensity to the pattern of vibrations that never failed. She closed her eyes and imagined him clenching her, and just as the door to the bathroom opened, she came, stifling her moan and breathing. She was able to get the phone off and on her nightstand before he came in, but she was stuck with her vibrator, off, but still inside her.

He came in, wearing his pajama bottoms and a tent. Fuuuck, she thought, thinking it would be nice to get him inside me right now. She wanted to help him out. She felt the bed shift as he laid himself down next to her. She saw the glow of the phone as he typed a bit. She had been carefully extracting the vibrator and had just gotten it out when he rolled over to spoon her. She could feel his hard cock against her ass. She resisted the urge to grind back against it, and kept her breathing steady.

Within minutes he was sleeping. She waited another minute and then reached back behind her, sliding her hand down his stomach. Even with that touch she felt him start to grind his cock against her. She stopped but he was certainly asleep. Her hand continued down, slipping below his waistband. He. was. so. hard. And sticky. He had precum already, even after just getting out of the shower. She slid her hands down farther and cupped his balls, feeling his shaft against her forearm.

She took a deep breath and with her free hand slid the vibrator back in, turning it on to the lowest setting. She waited, but Eric didn't react. Her hand moved back up to grip his hard on. She didn't slide it along the shaft, but just gripped and released it in time with her other hand moving her vibrator against her G-spot. His breathing was steady, if elevated. She didn't dare increasing the intensity, but with his arm draped over her, cupping a breast, as often happened when he slept, his cock in her hand, and the vibrator, it wasn't long before she was shuddering again, only dropping his cock because he started to buck his hips and breathed more quickly. When she recovered she checked to be sure he didn't cum and was glad she hadn't let him off easy.

She was looking forward to another few days of this, she had to admit.