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

[Corresponds to Part 5, which starts here]

Downstairs L. hears the water in the upstairs bath turn off and heads upstairs. She listens at the bathroom door, not wanting to walk in on anything but hears noise in her bedroom, too. So she knocks softly and goes in.

"Good shower?" L. asked.

"Oh yeah, very tasty," C. said, licking her lips.

"Did he?"

"No, of course not. Just having a little fun. Also, you should know I gave him some freebies. Meaning you and he can have sex and he can actually cum. Who knows when I'll see him next and I don't want to kill him."

"Gee, thanks."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to mention that I'm going to make sure he only thinks he's going to get to use them."

"How's that?"

"You'll see."

C. was now dry and wrapped in a towel and C. needed to borrow some clothes out of her room. As they opened the door to her bedroom, though, they found Eric, pajama pants around his ankles, one hand supporting himself on the dresser, and the other furiously stroking his cock. His eyes had been shut, but he heard the door. Both women saw his ass, clenching as his hips moved involuntarily. His eyes shot open and he scrambled to pull up his pants, fumbling it, knowing they were both looking right at him. His wife looked shocked, but C. was smiling ear to ear.

"Jesus, Eric! We have guests in the house." She turned to C. "I'm so sorry you had to see how much of an animal my husband is."

"Oh, it isn't the type of thing I haven't seen before," she said, smirking at him in her towel.

They left so I could get dressed and headed down for breakfast. A few minutes later, a sheepish Eric came in the kitchen, finding L. there alone.

"What's gotten into you lately? Can't go a whole day without playing with yourself?"

"I ah, um, I don't know. I've just been really easily aroused lately, I guess."

She left it at that.

Just before lunch, Eric said he'd like to run that afternoon. As soon he was out of earshot, C. asked L. if she would take the kids to a movie. All but one kid was enthusiastic, and the laggard would be a phone zombie anyway. After the meal, Eric headed out and then L. and most of the kids left.

The movie was half over when her phone buzzed in her bag. She decided to risk it and opened it up, keeping it in her bag so only she could see. It was a video from C. She debated for a second and then opened it up. It was her husband, in the shower, and he was hard, soapy, and . . . oh, damn, shaving his balls. She watched the video a few times, feeling her self warming as she did. Once she had it well burned into her memory, she put her bag on her lap and let a finger ride against herself, keeping a light arousal going for another half hour.

When they got home after the movie, it was time for C. and the kids to go. Then it was right on to dinner prep.

"C. said you have a nice ass."

"Oh god," he said.

"I couldn't believe you were doing that when we walked in." She started laughing. "You came last night. What? Did you just wake up in the mood?"

He just nodded, blushing.

"Well I was thinking we head to bed right after the kids." He perked up at this."We can do that thing you like."

"Really?"

"Uh huh. You were so helpful this weekend. I hope having my sister here wasn't too hard on you."

She had waited till had taken a drink of water to say that and wasn't disappointed when he nearly spit it out.

Before bed, C. sent L. a text.

C.: Hey, he wants to use a freebie tonight.

L.: Yay! Finally!

C.: Don't get too excited. Text me when you're getting ready for bed.

L.: Aww. Poor him. And poor ME!

C.: Trust me.

By the time they're brushing their teeth, L. sends C. a message.

L.: Bedtime!

C.: He has till midnight technically, so let's just text and then say I have a legal question and give me a call.

L.: Okay. Thanks for the video, by the way. Going to make use of that later.

C.: Your welcome and I already did.

L.: You're terrible.

"Who's messaging you this time of night?" asked Eric.

"What? Oh, it is C. She has a quick legal question. -- Oh my god, what? Hmm." She looked back at him, "One sec., I am going to just call her. It will take five minutes and then I'll be done. Quicker than texting."

He groaned and laid back in bed.

"Oh don't be so dramatic. I'll be right with you." She sat down next to him and slid her hand over his stomach, below his waistband and grabbed what was already hardening there as she dialed the number with her other hand.

"Oh, anticipating much?" she asked and then put the phone to her ear. "What? Oh, hi. Anticipating? Yeah, we were just about to watch a show and Eric was anticipating it. Uh huh. Sure, what's up?" She and C. talked about a minor legal issue she was having at work. After a few minutes the talk turned to a rehashing of the weekend.

"We just spent the whole weekend with them, c'mon," he whispered. Her hand came out of his shorts and she shushed him.

"Was that him?" asked C. through the phone.

"Yes he did . . . have a good weekend."

"Is he hard?"

"Uh huh."

"Sorry but we'll have to talk till he falls asleep."

They ranged over topics from the weekend to kids in school and their parents. After twenty or minutes or so, his head starts to bob and before long he is relaxing into the pillow.

"Yeah, he's just dozed off. You owe me," said L.

"I know, I know. By all means have fun with him after our call."

"Oh, I plan to," she said.

They talked a few more minutes and then hung up.

She didn't want to risk waking him up, so she pulled up the video and watched it for a few minutes, sliding her fingers in and out of herself. When he seemed to be totally under, she squirmed under the covers and slowly worked his pajama pants down. She was excited to see how clean shaven he was. She carefully touched his shaft, which reacted with a quick swelling. Her hand cupped his balls, and she gave the underside of his shaft a quick lick.

Fuck, she thought to herself, as she climbed back up and laid next to him. She pulled out her vibrator and was able to slide it in without lube as she was already so turned on. Even on the low setting, she felt herself tingling. Her free hand reached down and grasped his cock, then down to slide her fingertips over his balls again. She kept sliding her fingers down and found he had really gone to town, shaving below his balls and, yes, beyond. She placed her middle finger against his asshole and slid her forearm back and forth over his shaft. In the meanwhile she turned her vibrator up and continued to tease him until she had one orgasm to clear her head.

She reluctantly pulled her hand away. Knowing she could wake him up, fuck him, and just tell C. that he woke up on his own. But then it was kind of fun to push him, to turn him into a sex-craving maniac, so she held off.

A few hours later, she woke to his hand on her ass as he was clearly touching himself. She looked at the clock but it was just after 1 a.m., so she knew he wouldn't be able to cum right now. No sense in teasing him, she thought sleepily, and drifted off again.

[Corresponds to Part 6, which starts here]

She woke up Wednesday morning to the sound of the shower and headed that way. She quietly opened the door and saw Eric in the shower, head down under the stream, back to her, clearly stroking himself.

"Woke up early, did we?" she asked, smiling. He quickly turned off the water and grabbed a towel. "Wait one minute," she says and motions him over, pulling the towel off his waist. She ran her hand under his now-smooth balls and up. "When did you do this?! And why? Not that I'm complaining."

His hips shifted, probably involuntarily. "Um, just a thought, you know. I seem to remember you liking it way back when."

"Mmm, very much. Oh, and hey, I'll hear back from the babysitter this afternoon. I'll let you know."

The babysitter was available, she found out later, so she let Eric know. They went to her favorite restaurant. While he was in the bathroom, she checked her phone, which had chirped.

C.: He cashed in a freebie. It ends at 10:03 p.m., but he doesn't know that. Do your best to push him past the time.

L.: This had better be worth it.

C.: Trust me.

She was excited for the date and wore the dress he couldn't help but stare at her in. All evening she was keeping contact with him: her hand on his arm, her foot on his calf under the table. He was clearly enjoying it.

Since it was only 8 p.m. when they finished dinner, she asked if he'd bring her to a bar for a quick drink. He hesitated, checked the time, but then gave in. She was surprised to find some friends at the bar and since he volunteered to drive, she had a few cocktails. Feeling just the right amount of tipsy by the end of the night.

They got home and cleaned up the kitchen before going upstairs around 9:45 p.m. Eric was on his phone looking somewhat frantic as she walked by him. She was folding some clothes on the bed when she felt him come up behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders and then hugging her.

"I can't wait any longer," he said and eased her forward. She pushed her hips back against his hard on, gyrating and hiking up her dress. She heard him unzip.

"Would you mind eating me out first? Then you can fuck me silly, okay?"

He clearly hesitated before kneeling behind her, slipping her panties down. 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.

They lay there spooning, she slowly gyrating her hips against him.

"Ready to go again?" she asked, knowing he hadn't.

"Um, I'm exhausted," he said, unconvincingly. Poor guy, she thought.

The next morning, she found him in the kitchen, looking slightly distraught. She told him how much fun she had on the date the night before. She had been chatting with C. by text.

"Um, so you know when I took the morning off to run your mom to the airport last month? Well, I need to cash in that favor."

He was clearly not interested but put up a good front.

"C. just called." Now he was listening. "The -- I don't know -- tube? You know, the metal woven hose that feeds water to the toilet? Hers broke last night and caused a big mess. T. is out of town and she can't get a plumber out right away but she knows how handy you are." She walking up to him, giving him a hug and looked up at me with big eyes. She knew he was trying not to be too eager.

"I mean, I guess I can push some stuff around."

She could feel him hardening and reached down. He gasped and almost pulled back.

"Last night wasn't enough for you again, eh?"

He tried to smile but was having trouble.

As soon as he left, she was on the phone with C.

"Hey. Um."

"What?"

"He's on his way, but I want you to do something for me."

"What?"

"I've been holding back, not letting him finish and, dammit. It was soo good last night. So different than usual. He was like this animal who was just taking me. It felt so. . ."

"Uh-huh."

"I want you to get him to do that to me more often. Like. Tonight. And yeah," she trailed off.

"I never figured you for a sub."

"A what?"

"You want him to be the boss, take charge, dominate the situation."

"But I'm not like that."

"Not during the day, with other people, I know. But in bed is something different. You just want him to take you."

No answer.

"Is that what you want?"

No answer.

"Hello?"

"Yes."

"Okay, first tip, you'll want to start saying 'yes, please' and 'sir' to him, but yeah, I'll do the rest, or at least give him a shove in that direction."

[We'll move back to the main timeline in the next part, where we left Eric visiting C. to fix her plumbing problem. Back next week.]