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

[Corresponds to Part 3, which starts here]

The first half of the week has been an absolute masturbation fest for L. Her sister had even sent a screenshot of her reddit chat with her husband:

phasma_sum 07:03
You gotta put an end to this. Please.

Throwaway8956859 07:05
Sure. Go ahead and cum and I can share all this with L. If I even suspect you did and aren't telling me, I'll probably spill the beans.

phasma_sum 07:06
You don't understand how much this is taking over my life.

Throwaway8956859 07:07
I do and I'm enjoying it.

phasma_sum 07:08
I've never had this many sex dreams. I woke up dry humping. Nevermind.

Throwaway8956859 07:09
Good boy. You had better hope L. doesn't try to have sex with you. You'll have to get creative to get out of it.

She was absolutely ready to get a good fucking. She was thinking about it all day. When she got home, the kids were taken care of, having a snack and Eric was prepping dinner. She gave him a long kiss, hugging him close and could feel him shudder and lose his breath as she ground her hips against his. He is so easily excited, she thought, he won't last a minute.

He's clearly distracted all evening and she made it her business to make sure he was. As soon as the kids got to bed, he said he wanted to turn in early, so she gave him a head start and then got herself ready, slipping into his favorite nightie that she hadn't worn in forever. She had stashed it in the bathroom to surprise him. And he was, clearly as she walked into the bedroom.

She lay down next to him and slipped her hand under the covers, finding him already hard and leaky.

"So," she started, holding him tight. "My sister has been asking about you all of a sudden." She could feel his cock twitch. "Oh, did I say something exciting?"

"No, why?"

"No reason," she said. "She's been asking if you've been more amorous since the weekend." Twitch, twitch. "You have been extra turned on lately. Did seeing her this weekend have something to do with it?" She felt him throb. "She was always more sexually open and adventurous that I am. Do you think she's been fantasizing about you?"

"No idea. I don't think about it."

"Maybe she tried to find a way to see you come . . . out of the shower . . . on purpose last weekend." She noticed he was holding his breath. "But who knows with her," she said, hearing his breathing start up again.

She started to slip below the sheets, but he said wait and grabbed an extra pillow. He came back, climbed in bed, lifted her hips, and slid the pillow underneath.

"You first," he said before disappearing below the blankets. She felt him working his way down her body, hands already on her hips as he kissed his way over one breast, pausing to give a nipple some attention. One of his hands slid between her legs, brushing against her labia with the edge of his thumb, up and down, slowly and lightly. He worked his way down until he was between her legs. She knew he enjoyed going down on her. She'd seen him cum just from eating her out and his cock rubbing against the sheets. Tonight he dove in too enthusiastically, and she had to tell him to take it easy. He did back off until she caught up to his level of excitement. She told him now to go faster, harder, yes please with your fingers inside. He knew that when she hit a rhythm to stick to it until she changed and before long their mutual familiarity with each other's ticks paid off with a better than average orgasm flooding her senses.

As she came down, he was still there. Usually he was making his way back up by now, but he gave a few experimental and soft licks with his tongue up her outer labia. She thought, why not, and let him continue, his tongue working its way back in on her more quickly this time as her arousal level hadn't declined. He did not use his fingers this time and the clit-only stimulation gave her a fast, sharp, and sudden orgasm that snuck up on her.

But he stayed, still, below. This time she felt two fingers sliding up and down until she was calm enough to take the stimulation. When she groaned he slipped two fingers inside, finding the G-spot at the top of each circle he drew, slowly and with little pressure, but building in time with the movement of her hips. Jesus Christ, she thought, I don't remember the last time -- oh fuuuck. This orgasm was clearly building from deep inside her, all the more so after the clit-only one a few minutes before. She felt her body shaking and was worried it would stop him. She told him to keep going, or tried to and he seemed to understand, continuing to increase the pressure and slowly build the intensity with her own movements until she felt like she was going to black out from the freight train of an orgasm that hit her.

By the time she was thinking clearly again, he was lying next to her, still hard and drippy, she found as she held his cock in her hands.

"Do you want me to," she said, yawning, "oh my god, sorry. I'm up for it if you want."

He kissed her, feeling her hand tighten on him and then pulled back. "No, you're spent. Maybe tomorrow night you can return the favor."

The rest of the week she could tell he was completely distracted. She'd find him staring off into space. She'd look down and see the now ever-present lump in his pants. Poor guy, she thought, but she was also enjoying watching him descend into a horny mess. She had been helping him along, stroking his cock after he fell asleep while masturbating with a toy or even just her fingers. She had gotten half a dozen videos from C., showing Eric throbbing and close to cumming -- at all times of day and in various locations. She could hardly believe it.

But now it was Friday and C. was coming with her kids, so she was certain things would come to a head pretty quickly. And since C.'s husband T. wasn't coming, she was sure Eric would be getting a little relief.

Around four o'clock her sister and brood arrived. When C. came in for a hug, L. whispered in her ear, "You owe me, and give the guy a break."

C. just winked in response and then went to give Eric a hug. L. could see him shudder and the bulge in his pants that C. pushed herself against. She even smiled up at him while doing it.

"Hey kids, didn't you want to see the chickens?" she asked, then "Aunt L. can go with you, right? Eric can give me a hand with these bags."

A few minutes later, they were back in the house and C. came sauntering into the kitchen.

"And?" asked L.

"He's upstairs, getting himself together."

"What happened?"

"I was all ready to let him cum on my chest, but he got a little excited and tried to take over, so I made him wait. He was close though. And tasty."

"What does that mean?!"

"I mean he slipped it in my mouth before I asked him to, so he had to wait."

"He is so backed up. He drips constantly. He's always hard. He just stares at me. He's like a, a, cock zombie or something. Tonight. You have to. Or I will."

"Okay, I promise."

"Promise what?" said Eric, joining them.

"That you're an evesdropper," said C.

As they prepped dinner, C. made a joke at Eric's expense about L. liking smaller cucumbers because they were sweeter, and then winked at him right in front of her. She gave them a bit of mock outrage, but just for effect, she knew C. was aware that Eric had no deficiencies there.

After dinner, as everyone got comfy to watch a movie, Eric came in with bowls of popcorn. L. and C. were sitting on ends of the couch and L. patted a spot next to her. Before long, though, C. had sidled up next to him and gotten under the blanket, too. L. was fairly certain C. was touching his thigh under the blanket, or maybe more, she thought, as he was very carefully trying not to breath too hard. She leaned on his shoulder and whispered in his ear: "I've been thinking about Wednesday night, over and over. It felt so good. Maybe we can spend a little time before bed on an encore." She nibbled his earlobe before getting up to clear the bowls. As she turned to push the door to the kitchen open with her back, she saw C. whispering in his ear now. Two can play at that game, she thought.

When she came back, she rested her hand on his thigh, making its way across. She could feel him jostling, trying to be sneaky, pulling away what was likely C.'s hand from, yep, his cock, which was as hard as could be. She gave him a squeeze and heard him stifle a groan.

"Seems like you like my idea," she whispered in his ear. A few tight squeezes and he grabbed her wrist. C. had gotten him that close? she thought, I can't wait for this dumb movie to be over.

[Corresponds to Part 4, which starts here]

After the movie, L. and C. ganged up on Eric to put him on kids bedtime since he had little tolerance for dawdling, plus they knew he was incentivized. While he was upstairs, they made a plan. L. would call C. and the latter could listen as he satisfied the former first and then vice versa. They would just switch between muting the active side of the call.

"I can't believe we're doing this," said L. "I don't know how you even think of this stuff."

"I read all Eric's stuff online. I knew he'd fall for this."

"Ah. You're going to have to share that with me."

"Not till he cracks."

"At this rate, it might not be long."

"Oh, that reminds me, let me give you his favorite T-shirt and boxers to wear. He loves that, for some reason."

"Aw cute. He's a softie."

"Not lately," said L. as they both laughed, bordering on giggles.

They wrapped up as Eric came back down to announce the kids were all down. C. went upstairs to get ready for bed first, followed by Eric and L. In the bathroom, Eric openly ogled L. as she pulled her shirt over her head and slipped into an old T-shirt of his.

"Aw, you remembered," he said before stopping short as she stripped her pants down, only to pull up a pair of his boxers. "Damn," he breathed out. "I don't know why that does so much for me."

She kept bumping her ass into his already bulging pajama pants as they brushed their teeth. He went into their bedroom first and L. called C., putting her phone on speaker and telling C. to mute her side. She carried it into their room and set it on the nightstand.

She climbed into bed and right on top of him, feeling his hardon through his pajamas. He wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close into a deep kiss. His hands wandered down to her ass, and then pulled her upper thighs wide, straddling him. She pulled his waistband down, feeling him spring free, already slick with precum.

"Oh my god," she said, knowing she had an audience. "You're so hard. Why don't you let me just . . ." she slipped the boxer leg to the side and slid him right in. She was so wet and had been all evening. She could see his eyes close and he was already shuddering. She knew he's close and this is one of his favorite positions. She moved one of his hands from her hips to cup her breast, just to push him a little more. He grunted and took a big breath before pushing her sideways, tipping her onto her back.

She started to say something but he shushes her, practically diving below the covers to replace his cock with his fingers and tongue. She had no complaints. "Oh my god your tongue," she said, more to keep C. in the loop so she would return the favor later. She was already gasping with each stroke of his tongue and before long she was swearing her way though an orgasm.

"Oh that was . . . god . . . so good. Now come up here and let me take care of you."

He did emerge from the covers but he was looking flushed and sheepish. "Um, it's too late," he said, showing her a hand glistening in the low light.

"I know you said you like going down on me, but you know I like doing that for you."

"I got too excited."

"That's okay. I'm exhausted and the kids will be up early anyway."

He wiped his hand off on one of the cloths they kept near the bed for this purpose and then snuggled up with her as the big spoon. She pretended to fall asleep as quickly as was believable. She felt him roll off his side of the bed and leave the room. She grabbed her phone and whispered into it for C. to unmute her side and he was coming to her way as she muted her own.

He turned on the bathroom light and cracked the door, probably as a decoy for her if she woke up and he was gone.

She heard him slip into the guestroom through the phone. She pulled out her earbuds and purple toy. In short order she could hear nothing but his voice and feel herself filled up again.

"So, how'd that go?" C. asked him.

"I pretended I came while going down on her. I've done it before. This time, I just used enough precum to fake it."

"Good thinking. I hope you're not too worn out."

"I need to cum so bad, it wasn't hard to stay awake."

"Well c'mon then," she said, and L. hear rustling. "I told her I forgot my pajamas." Ah, he must have clocked his favorite T-shirt, she thought to herself.

"You're good. I'll give you that," he said. More rustling and then wet noises and heavy breathing came over the line. As the breathing and speed increased, she upped the intensity of her vibrator's setting.

"Holy fuuuuuuuuuck," heard L., followed by the tell-tale gasping. It was enough to send her over the edge herself, feeling her body flex as an orgasm gripped her.

As she recovered herself, having turned off her vibrator for a sec, she heard C. telling him to stand up followed by more rustling, and a few deep breaths. These sounded like Eric gulping for air.

"I've been very, very impressed," said C. "So much self control. I wonder if I should make you wait until tomorrow?"

L groaned in spite of herself for him.

"No, don't worry, I think I'm going to let you cum as soon as I do again."

L. heard more rhythmic movement and she clicked her vibrator back on, starting on the middle setting already.

"I'm getting close," C. breathed. "You ready to cum for me?"

"Oh god," said L. in the other room, picturing the scene in her head: her husband, having just gone down on C., standing there, body flexing, tightening, hips thrusting, cock in her hand, leaking everywhere, eyes rolling back in his head, bursting with need.

"Wait, wait. ugh, oh, yes, now, cum for me," said C. in her ears, blocking out all other sound. L. came again, harder than the first two of the night. Through the line, she heard him grunting, over and over and over.

Then she hears him say, "Oh my god." Gulping for breath. "That was the most intense orgasm of my life."

L. breathed out hard at this, jealousy tinging her excitement for the first time.

"Good. Do you usually, um, shoot so far?" said C. Followed by sucking sounds.

"No, but I'm not usually teased mercilessly for days."

"Now that you have a clearer head, did you enjoy this week?"

L. held her breath. She could concede that he'd been out of his usual thought process with all the teasing and couldn't blame him. She had given her permission after all.

"I did, but I didn't like losing autonomy around L.," he said.

She smiled and felt a warm sensation spread over her with that.

"That's fair and I don't want to cock block her," C. said, followed by more slurping noises. "I'll think of something."

"Um, I thought we were done," he said.

"Oh no, not by a long shot. And I know you like it, so don't act like it is a problem for you. Now, why don't you be a good boy, kneel down, and give me one last orgasm before I send you off to bed."

"Jesus fucking Christ," breathed L. C. is insatiable, she thought. But then she also relubed and slid her vibrator back inside herself for "one last quick one" before pretending to be back asleep when he came to her.

She was sweaty when he came back and climbed into bed, but he didn't seem to notice as he was also noticeably warm. She snuggled into him.

"Were you in the bathroom?"

"Uh, yeah, I had too much water at dinner."

"Well, it is good to stay hydrated," she said in what she hoped was a sleepy way.

The next morning he was so deeply asleep he didn't hear the kids come in to wake them up. L. shooed them out immediately and got breakfast started downstairs.

Before long, C. came down after her own kids. She looked, well, like she had been used hard and put away wet.

"Oh my god," said L.

"What?"

"Have you looked in the mirror?" asked L. After C. shook her head no, she continued. "You have, ah, well, dried cum in your hair and a stain on the shoulder of your shirt."

"Ohmygod," she said. "I thought I got it all cleaned up."

"Were you blowing him or what?"

"No, he was standing between my legs and I was jerking him off."

"Why is there cum in your hair, then," she whispered.

"Because he was backed up. You've never done that to him?"

"No!"

"Well, you should. He likes it."

"Obviously." A pause. "So what's the plan?"

"I think we should keep teasing him, don't you?"

L. didn't answer.

"Haven't you had better orgasms this week than usually."

She didn't answer again.

"Tell me I'm wrong."

"I want to get fucked again," she said, keeping her voice low to avoid attracting attention from the next room.

"Okay, we'll figure it out. Wait, where is he?"

"He's in bed . . . Oh god, why do you have that look in your eyes."

"Can I go wake him up and shower?"

"You might as well. You look, well, you know."

L. watched as C. left the kitchen, rolling her eyes and thinking about how she would try to get him riled up next.