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Chase gets cuckolded by his wife
Chapter 1 – Intro
Chase Habash watched from the window as his sister, Tracy pulled in her car. She casually got out and walked up to the door.
“You’re late,” Chase said when she came through the door.
Tracey rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t have been if traffic wasn’t so bad. Everyone is on the freeway again.”
Chase shook his head. “That’s why you leave ahead of time. You always make excuses, Tracy.”
Tracey placed her hands on her hips. “Chase, you are always like this. Calm down. I’m here now, aren’t I. You’ll be going on your guys weekend getaway tomorrow, so don’t be so… ugh.”
Chase had always been an adrenaline junkie. Ever since he was a kid, he’d enjoyed skateboarding, snowboarding, wakeboarding, or anything else with a board. Though, now that he was 43, he couldn’t do all the stuff he had been able to when he was young. Most of the time, these guys weekends were them sitting around getting drunk.
“Well, this time, he better not get hurt,” Sylvia said. She turned to her husband. “Remember the last time you went snowboarding.”
Having broken numerous bones for doing such dangerous activities. Chase was lucky he was alive. Last time, Chase broken his wrist.
“Hey Syl,” Tracey replied as she walked over to her sister-in-law and hugged her. Tracey bent down to the five kids, who stood next to Tracey. “Are you all ready to have an amazing weekend with your aunt? We are going to have soooo much fun!”
“Can’t I just stay in my room, mom? I’m too old for these,” said a boy of 15, who was looking at his phone. He was Chase and Sylvia’s oldest child.
“Now, Noah. I need sometime alone to get my work done. I’m sure you’ll have fun with your aunt.” Sylvia went over to Tracey. She looked down at her youngest son, whom she was holding in her arms. “Be good for auntie Tracey, ok?” The little boy, who was barely a year old tried to cling to his mom. It took Sylvia a moment, but she was finally able to pry him off her. She looked up at Tracey. “Thanks for doing this, Tracey. I really appreciate you
taking the kids for the weekend.”
“It’s no problem. I love being around them. They are always so well behaved. And we have tons of fun. You remember to relax. I know how much stress having six kids can be.”
“I will,” Sylvia replied.
A few moments later, Tracey and the six kids were driving away.
Sylvia looked over at Chase. “You better get ready. You don’t want to be late for work.”
Chase nodded. Though, for some reason, he felt like Sylvia really wanted him out of the house. At first, when Sylvia had asked Tracey to watch the kids, Chase thought nothing of it. But the more time that went on, the more he started to feel nervous about it.
***
A few moments later Chase was walking towards his white pickup truck. He looked over and saw their neighbor’s son, Wyatt. He was mowing the lawn. The young man of twenty-two waved to Chase. Truthfully, Chase had never liked Wyatt. He couldn’t tell what it was he hated about Wyatt, but Chase knew he had always disliked him. Maybe, it was because Wyatt had crazy parties when his parents were away. Maybe, it was cause Wyatt acted as if he was smarter than Chase. It may have even been because Wyatt had both of his parents and seemed to live a life of privilege. Whatever it was, Chase didn’t like him, but he pretended to. Chase waved and put on a fake smile.
“Oh, I forgot to give you back that power drill you lent me. It really helped me drill in those holes. Mind if I drop it off later?”
Chase shrugged. “Sure. Sylvia will be home all day.”
Wyatt smiled. “Sounds good.”
Chapter 2 – Fantasies at work
Chase always found work so dull. Working at a brewery, and being the guy who sold beer to bars wasn’t his dream job. The best part of it was how he’d learned to steal cases of beer and make it so no one noticed they went missing. Chase would rather be doing anything else than be at work. He would stare out the window of his office and think about riding his skateboard. It was such a nice day. Why did he have to be in the office? Even being at home would be so much nicer.
For a moment, Chase thought of his wife, Sylvia. She rarely came to his mind, beyond a few times when Chase knew he had to keep up his ruse. Sylvia and Chase had been married for 15 years now. It hadn’t seemed like a long time, but it was. Though, Chase didn’t believe in marriage, he had decided to be with Sylvia, because he’d knocked her up. And not marrying the boss’s daughter when she was pregnant wouldn’t have worked out in his favor. It would’ve ended with Chase not having a job. And he didn’t have any other skills. He’d never gone to college, nor was he even good at passing tests and getting certificates.
Chase remembered meeting Sylvia for the first time when he had just started at the company. He didn’t know she was the boss’s daughter at the time. He just saw her as a hot girl that he wanted to bang. They went out to clubs and bars. Chase had enjoyed being around a girl, who was beautiful. If Sylvia went to the club alone, guys would always try to take her home. Though, she’d had her flings. Sylvia had fallen for him; cause Chase knew how to manipulate people, especially women. He didn’t see it as being hard to trick girls into sleeping him when he’d dealt with women his entire life. His father not being in the picture, Chase was raised by his mother. It had taught him how to deal with the opposite sex. Chase only saw his father a couple times, and that was when Chase’s dad came over to screw his mom before leaving again. Chase had never had a male role model. He was surrounded by women. It gave him all the tools he needed to learn how to talk to girls and get them into bed. He was never nervous, or anything like that. Why would he be? From being a kid to being a teenager, he was always around women. Chase had four rules he’d learned and always followed. The first rule that Chase had learned about women was never to be angry, always keep calm. The second was to always act confident, even when you weren’t. And the third was never ever let them think you knew what was going on. Chase firmly believed women always wanted to think they were in control, but really weren’t. He always thought that women were stupid for thinking that way, but he never ever showed it. Rule four was always lie about your emotions. Chase never told anybody the full and real truth. Especially women. In his mind, women could never handle the full and real truth.
For Chase, keeping Sylvia in the dark about how he felt about marriage, or even how he felt about her was a way of protecting her. At least, he excused his behavior by saying how it was to protect her, but in reality, it a flawed reasoning he’d come up with, so he could marry Sylvia and then screw around behind her back.
Looking down at his phone, Chase saw a text from one of his side chicks.
Katy: Hey Chase, do you want to come over this weekend?
Chase smirked. He texted back telling her he could, because he’d be up in the mountains with his buds.
Stringing girls along was Chase’s specialty. He’d done it to Sylvia for quite some time. He kept telling her that he wanted to commit to her, but he was afraid of getting hurt. But the truth was, he just wanted to keep having sex with her, and be able to have fun with other girls as well. Sylvia had gone along with it. Yes, she did still go to the club, and ended up meeting other guys. But Sylvia continued to want Chase even after sleeping with them. She stated multiple times that she knew they’d be together.
Love, that was the biggest bullshit Chase had ever heard of. Women used things like love, or marriage to keep a guy chained up. Neither of those things ever helped men out. They were only beneficial to women. Chase thought it was hilarious when he saw women trying to be more sexually free. Or when guys were romantic and tried to only be with one girl. Chase could never understand why those people were that stupid. Men being dumb enough not to sleep with anything they saw, or women not being smart enough to keep for screwing every guy they could. It must be survival of the fittest in action. A way to keep the population down, and keep those dumbasses from having kids. What was funnier was feminist women who thought being in an open relationship ever helped them. All it did was make them bigger sluts. Chase laughed at how incredibly moronic people were.
Using his phone, Chase decided to take a jerk off break. He was tired of all these thought in his brain. He hated not being able to enjoy being outside. So, he decided to let the company pay him while he pleasured himself to his favorite thing. Chase loved watching tickling porn. He saw tons of videos where husband enjoyed watching their wives get tickled and fucked by other men. That really turned him on. The video he viewed the most was about a guy, who asked his best friend to check up on his wife while he was gone. Only for the husband to come home, and hear the sound of his wife’s laughter. Then he caught both of them in bed. Eventually, the husband would jerk it to his wife and best friend getting it on. Chase found the husband’s reactions at the scene to be so stupid. How could anyone enjoy watching their wife get tickled and fucked by another man?
Chapter 3 – Secrets revealed
After the weekend, Chase had come home. Sylvia had been extra happy. Way happier than usual. Something felt different about it.
That night after Sylvia had gone to bed. Chase stayed up. He opened up his laptop, pulled out his headphones and placed the cord in headphone jack. Then he opened up an special program he’d installed. It was a surveillance program.
A couple of months earlier, Chase had felt uneasy about how much Sylvia wanted a weekend alone. It felt weird she didn’t want to be around Liam, there barely one year old kid. So, Chase decided to set up both cameras and microphones throughout the house. Now, he was going to see what had happened while he was gone.
He started the video. At first nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Sylvia was doing her normal routine. She’d gone to take a shower. Then she got dressed. Sylvia wore tight black yoga pants that had the words pink written on her butt. And she had on pink sports bra to match. The 40-year-old woman proceeded to go downstairs into the living room, where she did a whole hour of yoga. Chase fast forwarded through it, but couldn’t help admiring his wife in her different yoga poses. She still maintained an amazing body after six kids. After yoga, Sylvia plopped down on the living room couch to watch some tv.
Chase rolled his eyes. It annoyed him that his wife was watching tv while he’d been working. He knew she worked from home, but still it was awkward. Chase wondered if he had anything to worry about all. Maybe, he’d just been paranoid? That’s when things changed.
Less than 30 minutes later, Chase heard a knock at the door. Sylvia slipped her feet into her fuzzy pink flip flops and went over to the door. Wyatt entered the house. For some reason the door was unlocked. Chase raised an eyebrow. Why was the door unlocked?
“Hi Ms. Habash. I wanted to come by and drop off your husbands power drill that he’d lent me,” Wyatt said.
Chase sighed. Of course, Wyatt had mentioned to him that he would be dropping by to give him back his power drill. Sylvia must have forgotten to lock the door when he’d left. Though, it was still weird that a 22-year-old had decided to just walk into his house. But Chase just chalked it up to him being young, and not having any manners.
“Oh, thank you, Wyatt. I was about to make some lunch. Would you like to join me?” Sylvia said.
Chase was taken aback by that. Why was his wife offering Wyatt to stay for lunch? He shrugged, maybe she was just being nice.
Wyatt nodded. “I would love too.”
Sylvia walked over to the cabinets. She opened the top cabinet. She reached up to grab something, but couldn’t get it. She stood on her tippy toes, but still the item lay out of her reach. “Oh. Come here. If only I was a bit taller.”
Chase watched as Wyatt eyed his wife. He could tell the young horny man was staring at his wife’s ass. What really got Chase was when Wyatt slowly approached Sylvia.
“I almost got it. Almost.” Sylvia continued to say as she stretched her body.
Wyatt stepped closer to her.
What the hell was Wyatt going to do? Chase wondered if Wyatt was going to help. That had to be it. Wyatt was going to help Sylvia get the item she was trying to reach.
Wyatt raised his hands. He stuck two fingers into Sylvia’s bare sides.
“Eeeeeepp!” Sylvia squeaked. Her hands came down to her sides. “Hey, what are you doing?” She turned around and playfully pushed the boy away.
“I think you know what I’m doing,” Wyatt said with a smile.
“No, I don’t.”
Wyatt took a step forward. “Oh, I think you do.” He wiggled his fingers.
“Wyatt, what are you doing?” Sylvia replied giggling.
“You know,” Wyatt said. His eyes went to Sylvia’s bare midriff. Wearing only her pink sports bra left her midsection completely vulnerable. Just the way Wyatt liked it. His hands went forward. He pinched her sides.
Sylvia squealed in ticklish delight as his hands invaded her body. She playfully slapped his hands away. “Wyatt! Don’t! Stop!”
Wyatt took a step forward.
Sylvia took one step back. “Wyatt! You gotta stop!”
Wyatt took another step toward her.
Sylvia continued to back up. “Keep your hands to yourself. Don’t you come any closer,” Sylvia said. But Wyatt kept moving toward her. Sylvia turned and ran. Wyatt went after her. He chased her around the island in the kitchen a couple of times. Then Sylvia went over to the oval shaped, wooden dining table. She tried to confused Wyatt by pretending to go left, but Wyatt wasn’t so easily fooled. They stared at each other from the opposite ends of the table. Sylvia faked going right. Then she pretended to go left. But Wyatt was ready to pursue her no matter which way she went.
“Wyatt, you need to stop this,” Sylvia said.
His only response was an evil grin.
“Please, stop,” Sylvia pleaded. “I’m going to make lunch.”
Even thought Sylvia said for him to stop. Her tone of voice was very playful. It was one of those saying the opposite of what you mean kind of situations.
Wyatt took a step to the left. Sylvia took off to the right. Wyatt rushed after her. Sylvia made her way up the stairs. Wyatt continued to give chase. The whole time, Sylvia was giggling like a little school girl. And Wyatt was grinning from ear to ear.
“Heheeheehehehe! Get away from me!” Sylvia exclaimed. But Wyatt didn’t listen to her. The young 22-year-old pursed his prey. Sylvia ran down the hall with Wyatt hot on her heels.
At first Chase had felt that Wyatt was just being a young guy, and that it would end abruptly. It had been strange how Sylvia had not told him that this happened. But she had probably shrugged it off as nothing important. Now as Chase watched his wife flee from the neighbor’s son, his stomach sank, and he felt a knot forming.
Sylvia turned into the master bedroom where her and Chase slept. It was the largest room in the house with the biggest bed. Wyatt didn’t hesitate to follow her. A moment later, the young man grabbed the mature woman holding her in his arms, trapping her.
“I got you,” Wyatt said. “You know what that means.”
Sylvia shook her head. “No, I don’t. What are you going to do to me?”
Wyatt pushed her forward and onto the bed. He poked at Sylvia’s ribcage. Twitters of laughter came out of her mouth as she tried to push his hands away.
“Oh no! Stop it! Stop it!” Sylvia continued to play the little game. She squirmed under his body.
Then Wyatt stopped for a moment. He reached under the bed. He pulled out some rope.
Chase raised an eyebrow. ‘Where the hell had the rope come from?’ Chase thought. ‘And how the fuck did he know it was there?’
Chase watched as the boy from next door wrapped the rope around his wife’s wrist, and then proceed to tie it to bed. The whole thing was beginning to get really weirder. Why was Wyatt tying up his wife? Though, the worst part for Chase was that Sylvia wasn’t even fighting back. She continued to tell Wyatt to stop in that same playful voice. But she didn’t even try to stop him from tying her up. She didn’t struggle or anything. That really made Chase start to wonder what was going on.
A few moments later, Sylvia was tied to the bed. Her body was stretched out in an x with each of her appendages being pulled toward a corner of the bed. After Wyatt took a step back to admire his handy work. That was when Sylvia struggled.
“What are you doing, Wyatt? Why did you tie me up?” she asked.
“I came over to give back your husband’s drill. And here you are in explicit clothing. Showing off your tight ass. And your bare belly. A beautiful woman such as you should never hide such an amazing body.” His hand touched her stomach. “Even after six kids, you are still gorgeous. Such a milfy little thing. And I come over, to find you are wearing a sports bra.” Wyatt pulled the left strap.
Sylvia blushed at his comment about how good she looked.
“And,” Wyatt’s hand made its way down to legs. “You wore such tight yoga pants. A woman wearing clothes like this is asking for someone to pay attention to her. And you caught my attention alright.” He traced his finger down her thigh. “What’s a young man like me to do? You got me all… excited.”
“So, you tied me up?” Sylvia asked. “Cause of what I’m wearing?”
Wyatt nodded.
“That’s completely inappropriate,” Sylvia said.
Chase was starting to feel a bit better. Before Sylvia seemed to be playing some game. Maybe she did want some attention. Attention that Chase had not given her in some time, unless he wanted to fuck. Though, Sylvia’s comment made him think she wasn’t going along with it anymore. Maybe she’d realize her predicament.
“You can’t blame me. You shouldn’t have worn such sexy clothing. It’s all your fault. I’m afraid, I’m going to have to punish you,” Wyatt said.
“Punish me?”
Wyatt smiled and nodded.
“W-what are you going to do to me?” Sylvia asked.
Wyatt responded by moving down to the bottom of the bed. He stood by her feet. “You know what I’m going to do.”
“No, I don’t,” Sylvia replied.
“I think you do. And I think you like it.”
Chase looked at the young man, and then his wife. What the hell was going on? His wife was either playing some stupid game, or Wyatt had gone crazy. The way he acted, it seemed like he’d done this before. Had he?
“What pretty slippers you have Sylvia.” Wyatt’s hand moved over to the fuzzy pink flip flop. With a quick motion, he pushed the flip flop up. It fell off of Sylvia’s foot and onto the ground. “Oh my, look at these feet. Every time I
see them, I can’t help admiring how good they look. I love a gorgeous woman with beautiful feet.” Wyatt stared at them. “The moment I saw them, I knew I had to have them. I needed to tickle them.” He raised his hands and wiggled his fingers. “They are just begging to be tickled.”
At the mention of the word tickle, Sylvia’s eyes got wide. “What? Oh no. Oh god, no. Don’t do that. I’m extremely ticklish. I don’t even let my husband tickle my feet. Please don’t do this. I’m too ticklish. I’ll go insane.”
What Sylvia said was true. She always kept Chase away from her feet. She hated when he tickled her. Sylvia never let Chase tickle her feet willingly. It had been something that made it so Chase would always go looking for other women.
Wyatt’s hands came closer. He slid Sylvia’s other slipper off her foot, and dropped it onto the floor.
“Please, you can’t do this. My feet are too ticklish. I’ll die. I can’t stand being tickled. Anything but that,” Sylvia begged.
“Here it comes Sylvia. Here come the tickles,” Wyatt teased. He moved his finger closer to her foot.
“Noooo! Not the tickles! Not the tickles!” Sylvia shouted. Her foot flexed. It tried to pull away, but was held by the rope. Sylvia scrunched her toes. “Please don’t tickle me!”
Wyatt’s index finger slid down Sylvia’s soft mature foot. He traced his nail back up towards her toes, and then moved his finger back down the length of her sole.
Sylvia closed her eyes. She furrowed her brow. Her lip quivered.
Wyatt circled the heel of Sylvia’s right foot. He then switched to Sylvia’s left sole as he ran his finger along her supple arch.
Sylvia bucked in her bonds. She shook her head. But it was no use. She couldn’t fight the powerful sensation welling up inside of her. Her mouth opened. It started out as a small giggle. A tiny little titter that grew with each
stroke of Wyatt’s finger. Soon Sylvia was laughing.
Wyatt ran all ten of his fingers along Sylvia’s defenseless bare soles. The mature woman let out a burst of sexy, feminine cachinnation. Her laughter filled the entire room.
Chase couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched the young man tickle his wife’s sensitive feet.
“Cootchie cootchie coo. Tickle tickle. Who’s a ticklish mommy? Who’s a ticklish wifey?” Wyatt teased.
“Hehehehehehehahahahahahahahahaha! Oooooh god! Oh god! Hahahahahaha uuuuuuuhuhuhuhuhuhu! I am! Hahahahahahahahahaha! I’m a ticklish mommy! Hahahahaha! And ticklish wifey!” Sylvia cackled.
Chase couldn’t understand why she was responding to him. Why was she answering?
Wyatt’s fingers raced down Sylvia’s tender soles. Sylvia gasped as Wyatt went up and tickled her toes. A snort escaped her mouth. Her laughter rose in volume.
“It tickles soooo much! Stop! You have to stop! Please! No more!” Sylvia barely got out through her roaring laughter. Her body jerked from side to side. She thrashed in her bonds looking for even the tiniest bit of escape.
Chase for a moment wondered if he should shut off the video. Could he keep watching this? Though, he was stuck. His body was becoming excited. He could fill a tingle as blood rushed to his crotch. Chase continued to keep going. He needed to see more. And was unable to stop. But at the same time, he was completely furious. How could his wife do this to him? How could the mother of his kids cheat on him? Chase felt he had been played.
Sylvia’s feet moved about, trying their best to get away from the Wyatt’s fingers. They went from side to side. They tried to pull away. Sometimes they went in a circle pattern hoping to gain even a second of relief from the tickling. But Wyatt’s fingers wouldn’t let up. They continued to work over the two soles in front of them.
Wyatt reached forward. He took Sylvia’s toes in his hand. He pulled he foot back. Using his free hand, Wyatt ran his fingers as fast he could down Sylvia’s now taunt sole. Sylvia went bananas as he did this.
“Yes! Oh my god, yes! Tickle my feet! Tickle my feet!” Sylvia screamed through her laughter.
Chase blinked. Did he really just hear her say that? Was she asking Wyatt to tickle her feet? He thought he must be hearing something, so he moved the video back. Sure enough, his wife was begging the young man to tickle her feet. Chase clutched his fist. Sylvia was just playing some stupid game. She enjoyed Wyatt tickling her feet. What was worst is that she had let him do this to her. Sylvia never let Chase tie her up, and tickle her feet. He’d even asked her multiple times. But she denied him. Even on his birthday. How could she let the neighbor’s son do it to her?
Wyatt’s fingers went after the wrinkles in Sylvia’s foot. Wyatt loved the mature feet in front of him. And he was going to make sure to really get them. Then his fingers went in between Sylvia’s toes.
Sylvia threw her head back. A loud laugh that Chase had never heard from his wife’s mouth came forth. Chase watched as she squirmed. Sylvia’s body bucked. Chase couldn’t believe that Wyatt was making his wife move like this. He’d never ever been able to get her to do anything similar. Now, here she was doing it for another man.
Chapter 4 – Cuckold
“Oh-my-god,” Sylvia said apprehension. “My poor feet. My poor ticklish mature feet.”
Wyatt’s fingers continued to tickle her tender toes. They made their way down her arches. They played with her heels. They crawled back up her foot. All the way to her toes. It drove her mad with laughter. The mature mother and wife was hysterical. She was twisting about.
“Who’s my ticklish little milf?” Wyatt asked.
“I am. I’m your ticklish little milf!” Sylvia responded.
“Do you have the most ticklish feet in the world?”
“Yesssss! Yesssss! Oh my god! I do! I do! They are so freaking ticklish!” Sylvia yelled.
“Do you like it when I tickle you?” Wyatt questioned.
“I love it! I love it when you tickle my maternal feet! It turns me on!” Sylvia replied.
Wyatt smiled. “Are you horny?”
“Wahahahahahahahahahah! OH MY GOD! Hahahaahahahaha!” Sylvia slammed her head back. She raised her hips into the air as much as she could. “Yes! Yes! I’m so fucking horny!”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Please fuck me! Please fuck me!” Sylvia cried in the midst of her laughter.
“Hm, maybe I should keep tickling your feet,” Wyatt mused.
Sylvia shook her head. “Noohohohohohoho! Please! Hahahahahahahahahaha! I’m begging you! Please fuck me! Hahahahahahahahaha! No more tickling! I can’t take it! Hahahahahahahaha! I’m soooo horny! I need my stud to fuck me! Hahahahahahahaha! Put another baby in me!”
Chase listened to his wife’s words. He wasn’t sure how to feel. He was so conflicted. His mind kept telling him how stupid this was. Why was he even watching this? Yet, his body began to feel more and more aroused. This was in fact something he enjoyed when it came to porn. And Chase had fucked many other men’s wives and girlfriends. It felt like his wife had played him. He emotionally felt distraught. Though, he reached down into his pants and touched himself.
Wyatt stopped tickling. He untied Sylvia’s ankles. He ripped off her tight yoga pants, and revealed her black panties. He pulled those off. Then Wyatt lifted up Sylvia’s sports bra.
Chase watched as the young man undressed his wife. She lay on the bed tied up and naked. That’s when he realized. Sylvia was no longer his. She was Wyatt’s.
Wyatt had taken off all his clothes. His member stood erect.
“Oh my,” Sylvia said. “I love it when you come over. When you tickle my feet. And when you fuck me.”
“I’m going to fuck your brains out,” Wyatt said. He climbed onto Sylvia and mounted her. His cock slid into her wet vagina.
Sylvia gasped. She moaned.
Wyatt’s cock glided in and out of Sylvia’s pussy. He started slow at first, but went faster and faster with each movement. He pushed deeper into her with each thrust.
Sylvia closed her eyes. She grunted as Wyatt pounded into her pussy. Their bodies made contact over and over creating a slapping noise.
“Oh my god! Oh my god, yes! Fuck me, Wyatt! Fuck me harder!” Sylvia cried out.
Wyatt pushed himself. He pumped into her more and more. He increased his speed, and even pushed further into her.
Chase was stunned at the site before him. His wife and Wyatt were now fucking. Chase couldn’t help stroking himself faster. Though, his mind told him to stop. But he couldn’t.
“Yes! Oh my god!” Sylvia exclaimed.
Wyatt held both of her ankles in his hands as he thrust into her over and over. He moved his right hand over, and ran his fingers over Sylvia’s left foot.
Sylvia’s eyes popped out of her head. “Oh my god! No! Oh my god, nooooooo! Don’t tickle my feet!”
Wyatt had a large smile on his face as she said that. He started fucking her even more. The enjoyment he got from tickling her foot while being inside her was pure ecstasy.
Sylvia roared with laughter. She jiggled underneath Wyatt as he continued to plow into her.
“Please! Hahahahahahahahahaha! Don’t tickle fuck me! Hahahahahahahaha! You know I can’t stand it!” Sylvia said.
Wyatt didn’t let up. His fingers fluttered along her foot. They skidded down her arch. Then they skated up her tender flesh up to her toes.
“Gahahahahahahahaha! Not the toes! Not my toes! Please have mercy! Don’t tickle my toes!” she begged.
Wyatt didn’t listen. He having too much fun making the milf below him squirm, and jiggle her boobs. He loved the way she laughed as he tickle fucked the shit out of her.
Chase moved his hand up and down his cock. He’d never seen his wife moved like this before. Even when they made love, she had never done anything like what she was doing with Wyatt. He felt a sense of jealousy spread through him. This young man had not only gotten to tied his wife up. He’d had the chance to tickle. And he was screwing her. Plus, he was now tickling and fucking her at the same time. It was so awesome to watch. But it was so hard to accept.
After a few more minutes, Wyatt twitched. His face scrunched up. He moaned loudly as he came in Sylvia. A moment later, he collapsed onto Sylvia.
The two laid there for a second.
Sylvia was breathing heavily. “That was amazing.”
Chase felt defeated and humiliated at the same time. The whole situation had emasculated him. At least it was over he thought. But then he heard something he never expected.
Wyatt grinned. “I wonder if you’ll have another baby. You know, the DNA test came back.”
Chase got closer to the screen. There was no way what Wyatt was insinuating could be real. Could it?
Sylvia smiled. “I know. I’ve always known it was you. Ever since you and I did it so many years ago. I loved how you tickled me feet then. And how you and I made our way to the bedroom. How we made love. I knew then.”
“Your husband is going away for the weekend, right?” Wyatt asked.
“Yes, he is,” Sylvia answered.
“I guess we will get to play some more.”
Sylvia rolled her eyes. “You come over every day when my husband is at work, and my kids at school. Don’t you get enough?”
Wyatt shook his head. “No, I want more.”
“Good, that’s why when Chase told me he was going away for the weekend, I asked Tracey to take the kids. That way I could have you all to myself, stud.” Sylvia winked. “Guess, I’ll be wearing yoga pants, and a sports bra all weekend.”
“I don’t think you’ll be wearing anything,” Wyatt said.
The two chuckled.
Chase paused the video. It was true. How could it be? Sylvia had been cheating on him. Chase was a cuckold just like in the videos he’d watched. His wife had been having sex with a younger man. He’d tickled her feet. Something Chase had always wanted to do, but had never been able to. But worst of all. Chase realized that two of his kids weren’t even his. He really felt he’d been played. But the truth was, he had deserved it. He’d been going behind his wives back since before they got married. How could he be angry that his wife had done the very thing he’d been doing to her? But he didn’t care about what he’d done. All he cared about was what she had done. His cock still in his hand. Chase stared at the screen. There was his wife and the neighbor’s son in his bed. It still shocked him. He couldn’t believe he’d seen what he was happening. He was angry. Pissed. But most of all, he was still turned on. His body urged him to keep going. To beat himself off until he got off the way Wyatt had came inside of his wife. Maybe if Chase had been a better husband this wouldn’t have happened? But again, Chase didn’t care about that. The only thing on his mind was getting off. So, he clicked to watch the next video. After all, he had a whole weekend of footage to watch.
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Chase gets cuckolded by his wife
Chapter 1 – Intro
Chase Habash watched from the window as his sister, Tracy pulled in her car. She casually got out and walked up to the door.
“You’re late,” Chase said when she came through the door.
Tracey rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t have been if traffic wasn’t so bad. Everyone is on the freeway again.”
Chase shook his head. “That’s why you leave ahead of time. You always make excuses, Tracy.”
Tracey placed her hands on her hips. “Chase, you are always like this. Calm down. I’m here now, aren’t I. You’ll be going on your guys weekend getaway tomorrow, so don’t be so… ugh.”
Chase had always been an adrenaline junkie. Ever since he was a kid, he’d enjoyed skateboarding, snowboarding, wakeboarding, or anything else with a board. Though, now that he was 43, he couldn’t do all the stuff he had been able to when he was young. Most of the time, these guys weekends were them sitting around getting drunk.
“Well, this time, he better not get hurt,” Sylvia said. She turned to her husband. “Remember the last time you went snowboarding.”
Having broken numerous bones for doing such dangerous activities. Chase was lucky he was alive. Last time, Chase broken his wrist.
“Hey Syl,” Tracey replied as she walked over to her sister-in-law and hugged her. Tracey bent down to the five kids, who stood next to Tracey. “Are you all ready to have an amazing weekend with your aunt? We are going to have soooo much fun!”
“Can’t I just stay in my room, mom? I’m too old for these,” said a boy of 15, who was looking at his phone. He was Chase and Sylvia’s oldest child.
“Now, Noah. I need sometime alone to get my work done. I’m sure you’ll have fun with your aunt.” Sylvia went over to Tracey. She looked down at her youngest son, whom she was holding in her arms. “Be good for auntie Tracey, ok?” The little boy, who was barely a year old tried to cling to his mom. It took Sylvia a moment, but she was finally able to pry him off her. She looked up at Tracey. “Thanks for doing this, Tracey. I really appreciate you
taking the kids for the weekend.”
“It’s no problem. I love being around them. They are always so well behaved. And we have tons of fun. You remember to relax. I know how much stress having six kids can be.”
“I will,” Sylvia replied.
A few moments later, Tracey and the six kids were driving away.
Sylvia looked over at Chase. “You better get ready. You don’t want to be late for work.”
Chase nodded. Though, for some reason, he felt like Sylvia really wanted him out of the house. At first, when Sylvia had asked Tracey to watch the kids, Chase thought nothing of it. But the more time that went on, the more he started to feel nervous about it.
***
A few moments later Chase was walking towards his white pickup truck. He looked over and saw their neighbor’s son, Wyatt. He was mowing the lawn. The young man of twenty-two waved to Chase. Truthfully, Chase had never liked Wyatt. He couldn’t tell what it was he hated about Wyatt, but Chase knew he had always disliked him. Maybe, it was because Wyatt had crazy parties when his parents were away. Maybe, it was cause Wyatt acted as if he was smarter than Chase. It may have even been because Wyatt had both of his parents and seemed to live a life of privilege. Whatever it was, Chase didn’t like him, but he pretended to. Chase waved and put on a fake smile.
“Oh, I forgot to give you back that power drill you lent me. It really helped me drill in those holes. Mind if I drop it off later?”
Chase shrugged. “Sure. Sylvia will be home all day.”
Wyatt smiled. “Sounds good.”
Chapter 2 – Fantasies at work
Chase always found work so dull. Working at a brewery, and being the guy who sold beer to bars wasn’t his dream job. The best part of it was how he’d learned to steal cases of beer and make it so no one noticed they went missing. Chase would rather be doing anything else than be at work. He would stare out the window of his office and think about riding his skateboard. It was such a nice day. Why did he have to be in the office? Even being at home would be so much nicer.
For a moment, Chase thought of his wife, Sylvia. She rarely came to his mind, beyond a few times when Chase knew he had to keep up his ruse. Sylvia and Chase had been married for 15 years now. It hadn’t seemed like a long time, but it was. Though, Chase didn’t believe in marriage, he had decided to be with Sylvia, because he’d knocked her up. And not marrying the boss’s daughter when she was pregnant wouldn’t have worked out in his favor. It would’ve ended with Chase not having a job. And he didn’t have any other skills. He’d never gone to college, nor was he even good at passing tests and getting certificates.
Chase remembered meeting Sylvia for the first time when he had just started at the company. He didn’t know she was the boss’s daughter at the time. He just saw her as a hot girl that he wanted to bang. They went out to clubs and bars. Chase had enjoyed being around a girl, who was beautiful. If Sylvia went to the club alone, guys would always try to take her home. Though, she’d had her flings. Sylvia had fallen for him; cause Chase knew how to manipulate people, especially women. He didn’t see it as being hard to trick girls into sleeping him when he’d dealt with women his entire life. His father not being in the picture, Chase was raised by his mother. It had taught him how to deal with the opposite sex. Chase only saw his father a couple times, and that was when Chase’s dad came over to screw his mom before leaving again. Chase had never had a male role model. He was surrounded by women. It gave him all the tools he needed to learn how to talk to girls and get them into bed. He was never nervous, or anything like that. Why would he be? From being a kid to being a teenager, he was always around women. Chase had four rules he’d learned and always followed. The first rule that Chase had learned about women was never to be angry, always keep calm. The second was to always act confident, even when you weren’t. And the third was never ever let them think you knew what was going on. Chase firmly believed women always wanted to think they were in control, but really weren’t. He always thought that women were stupid for thinking that way, but he never ever showed it. Rule four was always lie about your emotions. Chase never told anybody the full and real truth. Especially women. In his mind, women could never handle the full and real truth.
For Chase, keeping Sylvia in the dark about how he felt about marriage, or even how he felt about her was a way of protecting her. At least, he excused his behavior by saying how it was to protect her, but in reality, it a flawed reasoning he’d come up with, so he could marry Sylvia and then screw around behind her back.
Looking down at his phone, Chase saw a text from one of his side chicks.
Katy: Hey Chase, do you want to come over this weekend?
Chase smirked. He texted back telling her he could, because he’d be up in the mountains with his buds.
Stringing girls along was Chase’s specialty. He’d done it to Sylvia for quite some time. He kept telling her that he wanted to commit to her, but he was afraid of getting hurt. But the truth was, he just wanted to keep having sex with her, and be able to have fun with other girls as well. Sylvia had gone along with it. Yes, she did still go to the club, and ended up meeting other guys. But Sylvia continued to want Chase even after sleeping with them. She stated multiple times that she knew they’d be together.
Love, that was the biggest bullshit Chase had ever heard of. Women used things like love, or marriage to keep a guy chained up. Neither of those things ever helped men out. They were only beneficial to women. Chase thought it was hilarious when he saw women trying to be more sexually free. Or when guys were romantic and tried to only be with one girl. Chase could never understand why those people were that stupid. Men being dumb enough not to sleep with anything they saw, or women not being smart enough to keep for screwing every guy they could. It must be survival of the fittest in action. A way to keep the population down, and keep those dumbasses from having kids. What was funnier was feminist women who thought being in an open relationship ever helped them. All it did was make them bigger sluts. Chase laughed at how incredibly moronic people were.
Using his phone, Chase decided to take a jerk off break. He was tired of all these thought in his brain. He hated not being able to enjoy being outside. So, he decided to let the company pay him while he pleasured himself to his favorite thing. Chase loved watching tickling porn. He saw tons of videos where husband enjoyed watching their wives get tickled and fucked by other men. That really turned him on. The video he viewed the most was about a guy, who asked his best friend to check up on his wife while he was gone. Only for the husband to come home, and hear the sound of his wife’s laughter. Then he caught both of them in bed. Eventually, the husband would jerk it to his wife and best friend getting it on. Chase found the husband’s reactions at the scene to be so stupid. How could anyone enjoy watching their wife get tickled and fucked by another man?
Chapter 3 – Secrets revealed
After the weekend, Chase had come home. Sylvia had been extra happy. Way happier than usual. Something felt different about it.
That night after Sylvia had gone to bed. Chase stayed up. He opened up his laptop, pulled out his headphones and placed the cord in headphone jack. Then he opened up an special program he’d installed. It was a surveillance program.
A couple of months earlier, Chase had felt uneasy about how much Sylvia wanted a weekend alone. It felt weird she didn’t want to be around Liam, there barely one year old kid. So, Chase decided to set up both cameras and microphones throughout the house. Now, he was going to see what had happened while he was gone.
He started the video. At first nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Sylvia was doing her normal routine. She’d gone to take a shower. Then she got dressed. Sylvia wore tight black yoga pants that had the words pink written on her butt. And she had on pink sports bra to match. The 40-year-old woman proceeded to go downstairs into the living room, where she did a whole hour of yoga. Chase fast forwarded through it, but couldn’t help admiring his wife in her different yoga poses. She still maintained an amazing body after six kids. After yoga, Sylvia plopped down on the living room couch to watch some tv.
Chase rolled his eyes. It annoyed him that his wife was watching tv while he’d been working. He knew she worked from home, but still it was awkward. Chase wondered if he had anything to worry about all. Maybe, he’d just been paranoid? That’s when things changed.
Less than 30 minutes later, Chase heard a knock at the door. Sylvia slipped her feet into her fuzzy pink flip flops and went over to the door. Wyatt entered the house. For some reason the door was unlocked. Chase raised an eyebrow. Why was the door unlocked?
“Hi Ms. Habash. I wanted to come by and drop off your husbands power drill that he’d lent me,” Wyatt said.
Chase sighed. Of course, Wyatt had mentioned to him that he would be dropping by to give him back his power drill. Sylvia must have forgotten to lock the door when he’d left. Though, it was still weird that a 22-year-old had decided to just walk into his house. But Chase just chalked it up to him being young, and not having any manners.
“Oh, thank you, Wyatt. I was about to make some lunch. Would you like to join me?” Sylvia said.
Chase was taken aback by that. Why was his wife offering Wyatt to stay for lunch? He shrugged, maybe she was just being nice.
Wyatt nodded. “I would love too.”
Sylvia walked over to the cabinets. She opened the top cabinet. She reached up to grab something, but couldn’t get it. She stood on her tippy toes, but still the item lay out of her reach. “Oh. Come here. If only I was a bit taller.”
Chase watched as Wyatt eyed his wife. He could tell the young horny man was staring at his wife’s ass. What really got Chase was when Wyatt slowly approached Sylvia.
“I almost got it. Almost.” Sylvia continued to say as she stretched her body.
Wyatt stepped closer to her.
What the hell was Wyatt going to do? Chase wondered if Wyatt was going to help. That had to be it. Wyatt was going to help Sylvia get the item she was trying to reach.
Wyatt raised his hands. He stuck two fingers into Sylvia’s bare sides.
“Eeeeeepp!” Sylvia squeaked. Her hands came down to her sides. “Hey, what are you doing?” She turned around and playfully pushed the boy away.
“I think you know what I’m doing,” Wyatt said with a smile.
“No, I don’t.”
Wyatt took a step forward. “Oh, I think you do.” He wiggled his fingers.
“Wyatt, what are you doing?” Sylvia replied giggling.
“You know,” Wyatt said. His eyes went to Sylvia’s bare midriff. Wearing only her pink sports bra left her midsection completely vulnerable. Just the way Wyatt liked it. His hands went forward. He pinched her sides.
Sylvia squealed in ticklish delight as his hands invaded her body. She playfully slapped his hands away. “Wyatt! Don’t! Stop!”
Wyatt took a step forward.
Sylvia took one step back. “Wyatt! You gotta stop!”
Wyatt took another step toward her.
Sylvia continued to back up. “Keep your hands to yourself. Don’t you come any closer,” Sylvia said. But Wyatt kept moving toward her. Sylvia turned and ran. Wyatt went after her. He chased her around the island in the kitchen a couple of times. Then Sylvia went over to the oval shaped, wooden dining table. She tried to confused Wyatt by pretending to go left, but Wyatt wasn’t so easily fooled. They stared at each other from the opposite ends of the table. Sylvia faked going right. Then she pretended to go left. But Wyatt was ready to pursue her no matter which way she went.
“Wyatt, you need to stop this,” Sylvia said.
His only response was an evil grin.
“Please, stop,” Sylvia pleaded. “I’m going to make lunch.”
Even thought Sylvia said for him to stop. Her tone of voice was very playful. It was one of those saying the opposite of what you mean kind of situations.
Wyatt took a step to the left. Sylvia took off to the right. Wyatt rushed after her. Sylvia made her way up the stairs. Wyatt continued to give chase. The whole time, Sylvia was giggling like a little school girl. And Wyatt was grinning from ear to ear.
“Heheeheehehehe! Get away from me!” Sylvia exclaimed. But Wyatt didn’t listen to her. The young 22-year-old pursed his prey. Sylvia ran down the hall with Wyatt hot on her heels.
At first Chase had felt that Wyatt was just being a young guy, and that it would end abruptly. It had been strange how Sylvia had not told him that this happened. But she had probably shrugged it off as nothing important. Now as Chase watched his wife flee from the neighbor’s son, his stomach sank, and he felt a knot forming.
Sylvia turned into the master bedroom where her and Chase slept. It was the largest room in the house with the biggest bed. Wyatt didn’t hesitate to follow her. A moment later, the young man grabbed the mature woman holding her in his arms, trapping her.
“I got you,” Wyatt said. “You know what that means.”
Sylvia shook her head. “No, I don’t. What are you going to do to me?”
Wyatt pushed her forward and onto the bed. He poked at Sylvia’s ribcage. Twitters of laughter came out of her mouth as she tried to push his hands away.
“Oh no! Stop it! Stop it!” Sylvia continued to play the little game. She squirmed under his body.
Then Wyatt stopped for a moment. He reached under the bed. He pulled out some rope.
Chase raised an eyebrow. ‘Where the hell had the rope come from?’ Chase thought. ‘And how the fuck did he know it was there?’
Chase watched as the boy from next door wrapped the rope around his wife’s wrist, and then proceed to tie it to bed. The whole thing was beginning to get really weirder. Why was Wyatt tying up his wife? Though, the worst part for Chase was that Sylvia wasn’t even fighting back. She continued to tell Wyatt to stop in that same playful voice. But she didn’t even try to stop him from tying her up. She didn’t struggle or anything. That really made Chase start to wonder what was going on.
A few moments later, Sylvia was tied to the bed. Her body was stretched out in an x with each of her appendages being pulled toward a corner of the bed. After Wyatt took a step back to admire his handy work. That was when Sylvia struggled.
“What are you doing, Wyatt? Why did you tie me up?” she asked.
“I came over to give back your husband’s drill. And here you are in explicit clothing. Showing off your tight ass. And your bare belly. A beautiful woman such as you should never hide such an amazing body.” His hand touched her stomach. “Even after six kids, you are still gorgeous. Such a milfy little thing. And I come over, to find you are wearing a sports bra.” Wyatt pulled the left strap.
Sylvia blushed at his comment about how good she looked.
“And,” Wyatt’s hand made its way down to legs. “You wore such tight yoga pants. A woman wearing clothes like this is asking for someone to pay attention to her. And you caught my attention alright.” He traced his finger down her thigh. “What’s a young man like me to do? You got me all… excited.”
“So, you tied me up?” Sylvia asked. “Cause of what I’m wearing?”
Wyatt nodded.
“That’s completely inappropriate,” Sylvia said.
Chase was starting to feel a bit better. Before Sylvia seemed to be playing some game. Maybe she did want some attention. Attention that Chase had not given her in some time, unless he wanted to fuck. Though, Sylvia’s comment made him think she wasn’t going along with it anymore. Maybe she’d realize her predicament.
“You can’t blame me. You shouldn’t have worn such sexy clothing. It’s all your fault. I’m afraid, I’m going to have to punish you,” Wyatt said.
“Punish me?”
Wyatt smiled and nodded.
“W-what are you going to do to me?” Sylvia asked.
Wyatt responded by moving down to the bottom of the bed. He stood by her feet. “You know what I’m going to do.”
“No, I don’t,” Sylvia replied.
“I think you do. And I think you like it.”
Chase looked at the young man, and then his wife. What the hell was going on? His wife was either playing some stupid game, or Wyatt had gone crazy. The way he acted, it seemed like he’d done this before. Had he?
“What pretty slippers you have Sylvia.” Wyatt’s hand moved over to the fuzzy pink flip flop. With a quick motion, he pushed the flip flop up. It fell off of Sylvia’s foot and onto the ground. “Oh my, look at these feet. Every time I
see them, I can’t help admiring how good they look. I love a gorgeous woman with beautiful feet.” Wyatt stared at them. “The moment I saw them, I knew I had to have them. I needed to tickle them.” He raised his hands and wiggled his fingers. “They are just begging to be tickled.”
At the mention of the word tickle, Sylvia’s eyes got wide. “What? Oh no. Oh god, no. Don’t do that. I’m extremely ticklish. I don’t even let my husband tickle my feet. Please don’t do this. I’m too ticklish. I’ll go insane.”
What Sylvia said was true. She always kept Chase away from her feet. She hated when he tickled her. Sylvia never let Chase tickle her feet willingly. It had been something that made it so Chase would always go looking for other women.
Wyatt’s hands came closer. He slid Sylvia’s other slipper off her foot, and dropped it onto the floor.
“Please, you can’t do this. My feet are too ticklish. I’ll die. I can’t stand being tickled. Anything but that,” Sylvia begged.
“Here it comes Sylvia. Here come the tickles,” Wyatt teased. He moved his finger closer to her foot.
“Noooo! Not the tickles! Not the tickles!” Sylvia shouted. Her foot flexed. It tried to pull away, but was held by the rope. Sylvia scrunched her toes. “Please don’t tickle me!”
Wyatt’s index finger slid down Sylvia’s soft mature foot. He traced his nail back up towards her toes, and then moved his finger back down the length of her sole.
Sylvia closed her eyes. She furrowed her brow. Her lip quivered.
Wyatt circled the heel of Sylvia’s right foot. He then switched to Sylvia’s left sole as he ran his finger along her supple arch.
Sylvia bucked in her bonds. She shook her head. But it was no use. She couldn’t fight the powerful sensation welling up inside of her. Her mouth opened. It started out as a small giggle. A tiny little titter that grew with each
stroke of Wyatt’s finger. Soon Sylvia was laughing.
Wyatt ran all ten of his fingers along Sylvia’s defenseless bare soles. The mature woman let out a burst of sexy, feminine cachinnation. Her laughter filled the entire room.
Chase couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched the young man tickle his wife’s sensitive feet.
“Cootchie cootchie coo. Tickle tickle. Who’s a ticklish mommy? Who’s a ticklish wifey?” Wyatt teased.
“Hehehehehehehahahahahahahahahaha! Oooooh god! Oh god! Hahahahahaha uuuuuuuhuhuhuhuhuhu! I am! Hahahahahahahahahaha! I’m a ticklish mommy! Hahahahaha! And ticklish wifey!” Sylvia cackled.
Chase couldn’t understand why she was responding to him. Why was she answering?
Wyatt’s fingers raced down Sylvia’s tender soles. Sylvia gasped as Wyatt went up and tickled her toes. A snort escaped her mouth. Her laughter rose in volume.
“It tickles soooo much! Stop! You have to stop! Please! No more!” Sylvia barely got out through her roaring laughter. Her body jerked from side to side. She thrashed in her bonds looking for even the tiniest bit of escape.
Chase for a moment wondered if he should shut off the video. Could he keep watching this? Though, he was stuck. His body was becoming excited. He could fill a tingle as blood rushed to his crotch. Chase continued to keep going. He needed to see more. And was unable to stop. But at the same time, he was completely furious. How could his wife do this to him? How could the mother of his kids cheat on him? Chase felt he had been played.
Sylvia’s feet moved about, trying their best to get away from the Wyatt’s fingers. They went from side to side. They tried to pull away. Sometimes they went in a circle pattern hoping to gain even a second of relief from the tickling. But Wyatt’s fingers wouldn’t let up. They continued to work over the two soles in front of them.
Wyatt reached forward. He took Sylvia’s toes in his hand. He pulled he foot back. Using his free hand, Wyatt ran his fingers as fast he could down Sylvia’s now taunt sole. Sylvia went bananas as he did this.
“Yes! Oh my god, yes! Tickle my feet! Tickle my feet!” Sylvia screamed through her laughter.
Chase blinked. Did he really just hear her say that? Was she asking Wyatt to tickle her feet? He thought he must be hearing something, so he moved the video back. Sure enough, his wife was begging the young man to tickle her feet. Chase clutched his fist. Sylvia was just playing some stupid game. She enjoyed Wyatt tickling her feet. What was worst is that she had let him do this to her. Sylvia never let Chase tie her up, and tickle her feet. He’d even asked her multiple times. But she denied him. Even on his birthday. How could she let the neighbor’s son do it to her?
Wyatt’s fingers went after the wrinkles in Sylvia’s foot. Wyatt loved the mature feet in front of him. And he was going to make sure to really get them. Then his fingers went in between Sylvia’s toes.
Sylvia threw her head back. A loud laugh that Chase had never heard from his wife’s mouth came forth. Chase watched as she squirmed. Sylvia’s body bucked. Chase couldn’t believe that Wyatt was making his wife move like this. He’d never ever been able to get her to do anything similar. Now, here she was doing it for another man.
Chapter 4 – Cuckold
“Oh-my-god,” Sylvia said apprehension. “My poor feet. My poor ticklish mature feet.”
Wyatt’s fingers continued to tickle her tender toes. They made their way down her arches. They played with her heels. They crawled back up her foot. All the way to her toes. It drove her mad with laughter. The mature mother and wife was hysterical. She was twisting about.
“Who’s my ticklish little milf?” Wyatt asked.
“I am. I’m your ticklish little milf!” Sylvia responded.
“Do you have the most ticklish feet in the world?”
“Yesssss! Yesssss! Oh my god! I do! I do! They are so freaking ticklish!” Sylvia yelled.
“Do you like it when I tickle you?” Wyatt questioned.
“I love it! I love it when you tickle my maternal feet! It turns me on!” Sylvia replied.
Wyatt smiled. “Are you horny?”
“Wahahahahahahahahahah! OH MY GOD! Hahahaahahahaha!” Sylvia slammed her head back. She raised her hips into the air as much as she could. “Yes! Yes! I’m so fucking horny!”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Please fuck me! Please fuck me!” Sylvia cried in the midst of her laughter.
“Hm, maybe I should keep tickling your feet,” Wyatt mused.
Sylvia shook her head. “Noohohohohohoho! Please! Hahahahahahahahahaha! I’m begging you! Please fuck me! Hahahahahahahahaha! No more tickling! I can’t take it! Hahahahahahahaha! I’m soooo horny! I need my stud to fuck me! Hahahahahahahaha! Put another baby in me!”
Chase listened to his wife’s words. He wasn’t sure how to feel. He was so conflicted. His mind kept telling him how stupid this was. Why was he even watching this? Yet, his body began to feel more and more aroused. This was in fact something he enjoyed when it came to porn. And Chase had fucked many other men’s wives and girlfriends. It felt like his wife had played him. He emotionally felt distraught. Though, he reached down into his pants and touched himself.
Wyatt stopped tickling. He untied Sylvia’s ankles. He ripped off her tight yoga pants, and revealed her black panties. He pulled those off. Then Wyatt lifted up Sylvia’s sports bra.
Chase watched as the young man undressed his wife. She lay on the bed tied up and naked. That’s when he realized. Sylvia was no longer his. She was Wyatt’s.
Wyatt had taken off all his clothes. His member stood erect.
“Oh my,” Sylvia said. “I love it when you come over. When you tickle my feet. And when you fuck me.”
“I’m going to fuck your brains out,” Wyatt said. He climbed onto Sylvia and mounted her. His cock slid into her wet vagina.
Sylvia gasped. She moaned.
Wyatt’s cock glided in and out of Sylvia’s pussy. He started slow at first, but went faster and faster with each movement. He pushed deeper into her with each thrust.
Sylvia closed her eyes. She grunted as Wyatt pounded into her pussy. Their bodies made contact over and over creating a slapping noise.
“Oh my god! Oh my god, yes! Fuck me, Wyatt! Fuck me harder!” Sylvia cried out.
Wyatt pushed himself. He pumped into her more and more. He increased his speed, and even pushed further into her.
Chase was stunned at the site before him. His wife and Wyatt were now fucking. Chase couldn’t help stroking himself faster. Though, his mind told him to stop. But he couldn’t.
“Yes! Oh my god!” Sylvia exclaimed.
Wyatt held both of her ankles in his hands as he thrust into her over and over. He moved his right hand over, and ran his fingers over Sylvia’s left foot.
Sylvia’s eyes popped out of her head. “Oh my god! No! Oh my god, nooooooo! Don’t tickle my feet!”
Wyatt had a large smile on his face as she said that. He started fucking her even more. The enjoyment he got from tickling her foot while being inside her was pure ecstasy.
Sylvia roared with laughter. She jiggled underneath Wyatt as he continued to plow into her.
“Please! Hahahahahahahahahaha! Don’t tickle fuck me! Hahahahahahahaha! You know I can’t stand it!” Sylvia said.
Wyatt didn’t let up. His fingers fluttered along her foot. They skidded down her arch. Then they skated up her tender flesh up to her toes.
“Gahahahahahahahaha! Not the toes! Not my toes! Please have mercy! Don’t tickle my toes!” she begged.
Wyatt didn’t listen. He having too much fun making the milf below him squirm, and jiggle her boobs. He loved the way she laughed as he tickle fucked the shit out of her.
Chase moved his hand up and down his cock. He’d never seen his wife moved like this before. Even when they made love, she had never done anything like what she was doing with Wyatt. He felt a sense of jealousy spread through him. This young man had not only gotten to tied his wife up. He’d had the chance to tickle. And he was screwing her. Plus, he was now tickling and fucking her at the same time. It was so awesome to watch. But it was so hard to accept.
After a few more minutes, Wyatt twitched. His face scrunched up. He moaned loudly as he came in Sylvia. A moment later, he collapsed onto Sylvia.
The two laid there for a second.
Sylvia was breathing heavily. “That was amazing.”
Chase felt defeated and humiliated at the same time. The whole situation had emasculated him. At least it was over he thought. But then he heard something he never expected.
Wyatt grinned. “I wonder if you’ll have another baby. You know, the DNA test came back.”
Chase got closer to the screen. There was no way what Wyatt was insinuating could be real. Could it?
Sylvia smiled. “I know. I’ve always known it was you. Ever since you and I did it so many years ago. I loved how you tickled me feet then. And how you and I made our way to the bedroom. How we made love. I knew then.”
“Your husband is going away for the weekend, right?” Wyatt asked.
“Yes, he is,” Sylvia answered.
“I guess we will get to play some more.”
Sylvia rolled her eyes. “You come over every day when my husband is at work, and my kids at school. Don’t you get enough?”
Wyatt shook his head. “No, I want more.”
“Good, that’s why when Chase told me he was going away for the weekend, I asked Tracey to take the kids. That way I could have you all to myself, stud.” Sylvia winked. “Guess, I’ll be wearing yoga pants, and a sports bra all weekend.”
“I don’t think you’ll be wearing anything,” Wyatt said.
The two chuckled.
Chase paused the video. It was true. How could it be? Sylvia had been cheating on him. Chase was a cuckold just like in the videos he’d watched. His wife had been having sex with a younger man. He’d tickled her feet. Something Chase had always wanted to do, but had never been able to. But worst of all. Chase realized that two of his kids weren’t even his. He really felt he’d been played. But the truth was, he had deserved it. He’d been going behind his wives back since before they got married. How could he be angry that his wife had done the very thing he’d been doing to her? But he didn’t care about what he’d done. All he cared about was what she had done. His cock still in his hand. Chase stared at the screen. There was his wife and the neighbor’s son in his bed. It still shocked him. He couldn’t believe he’d seen what he was happening. He was angry. Pissed. But most of all, he was still turned on. His body urged him to keep going. To beat himself off until he got off the way Wyatt had came inside of his wife. Maybe if Chase had been a better husband this wouldn’t have happened? But again, Chase didn’t care about that. The only thing on his mind was getting off. So, he clicked to watch the next video. After all, he had a whole weekend of footage to watch.
