I am called Jake. I have a confession to make. I am not a normal male. I am a fetish freak. It is not totally uncommon. When it comes to women some men have a fondness for certain parts of the female anatomy, such as the ass, the tits, and some men love long flowing hair. As for me, I have always been a lip man. That is I am fascinated with the size and shapes of women's lips. I really adore a woman with a wide beautiful mouth. That is one of the reasons I fell in love with my wife. In addition to all her other feminine assets, she has the most gorgeous mouth. In the morning she will spent a lot of time in the mirror applying her makeup. She always puts on her lipstick first, It is a real turn on for me to watch her delicately and carefully applying it. I love how she glides the stick so dexterously along her lips, pulling her pretty red mouth into all kinds of shapes. I can see her beautiful teeth and her tongue as she opens her mouth into an O shape. I am usually right behind her. When she is finished she lets her hair down. She knows all this turns me on. When she stands up and turns to me, I pull her into my arms. Soon we are kissing. She is among other things a great kisser. Sometimes we will spend minutes are even hours in a deep lip lock, swapping tongues, and exploring each other. I love kissing her. She has perfected it into an art, When we finally get around to fucking, it is a mind blowing experience. Now you would think that she would satisfy all my sexual needs. Yet I have cheated on her.

In the course of this narrative I will relate how this all came about. In the early months and years of our marriage we had what I would call a perfect relationship. I had at least for a while settled down to one woman, having left the shenanigans of my bachelorhood behind me. Having done so I was determined to be a good husband to the most gorgeous wife. For the first few months everything went perfect. I was crazy about her. she was wild about me, and the sex was incredible.

In the first two years of our marriage we lived in an apartment complex on the southeast side of Chicago. We both worked during the day. I usually worked an evening shift and she arrived home before I did. When I came home I would find her dressed in a sexy see through evening gown. I would then find dinner ready for me on the table that she had prepared especially for me. In addition there would always be scented candles lit around the room. At first I thought nothing of it. I thought she was just doing this for the two of us. Then I found certain things that made me suspicious. Among them was cigarettes that had not been there before I left. The bed was often unmade and things like shoes were thrown around. It was not really one thing, it was the accumulation of things. Then there was her brazenly kissing guys right in front of me. I did not question her about any of this. I didn't want her to think I was jealous. I suppose any normal husband would have been, but I was not a normal husband. At heart I was a sort of a pervert and a voyeur. I really wanted something out of the ordinary to happen that would satisfy my desires and my fetishes. I suppose that the thoughts of her cheating on me brought my old fetishes back to the surface. Well nothing came along to shake the boat and we were both quite happy.

Even so, I was not truly happy. After years I had grown tired of my wife. I was growing tired of the same old sex, and of kissing the same old pair of lips, those luscious lips that had so excited me years before. I wanted to experiment with sex. I wanted be with new partners. To give myself an outlet I ran around on her, meeting new women at bars and having flings with them. All the while I justified my actions by fancying that she was cheating on me. Certainly she had kissed men in front of me but that was while I was watching. I was doing all these things behind her back. To her face I was pretending to be the perfect husband to her. Of course I never told her about any of my affairs. I also had my own collection of men's magazines that I kept hid away. I still cherished my fetishes and my lip fantasies, secretly looking for the perfect pair of red lips to adore and kiss, only pretending that my wife was still as exciting as ever, all the while looking for new sexual frontiers and vistas.

Finally we grew tired of the big city and decided to move into a more suburban setting. We had both saved up a fortune in money so we decided to use our savings to buy a new home. It was a two story brick house built in a lavish Dutch Colonial style with a well manicured lawn and avenues lined with groves of trees. It was everything that we ever wanted. The yard had a stone walkway with flowerbeds on each side. A high wooden fence surrounded it. We were not isolated. We had neighbors living on each side of us.

The day after we moved in I happened to be looking trough the upstairs window. I could see our new neighbors. They were quite a handsome couple. The man was a tall blond quite well built. His wife was a dark beauty, probably of Spanish or Italian decent. My attention was drawn right to her. She wore a wide rimmed hat and dark shade glasses. She was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans and low cut blouse. I thought that she looked like a fashion model. Even from that distance she looked fabulous. I called my wife over to the window. She seemed just as impressed with the couple as I was. She went right to the dresser and got out a pair of binoculars. She aimed them out the window to observe the couple. I could see a myriad of expressions coming over her face.

"Its the guy you are observing, " I said to her smiling.

"I am just as curious as you are, " she said to me. "Alright, she said, he is well built and handsome so what?"

"You would like to fuck him wouldn't you?" I said to her, trying to sound casual.

"Hmmmmm.....I bet you are thinking the same thing about the women." "Here." she said. "take a good look."

She handed me the binoculars. I knew she was not angry. We often joked with each other about such matters without taking each other seriously. I aimed the binoculars at the couple and turned the power up to focus in on the woman. She was even more beautiful than I had thought. She had just removed her shade glasses as if by design. Her lovely face was perfectly oval. Her eyes were big and brown with long sweeping lases dark as midnight trails. Her nose was pointed and slightly aquiline. Her cheeks were high and prominent. What I loved the most about her was her bulbus mouth and those pouty red lips. Their deep redness created a stark contrast to the alabaster paler of her skin. Yes my wife had a lovely mouth but she had the most divine mouth that I had ever imagined being the connoisseur of mouths that I was, so kissable as those of

a Goddess. Her lovely face was framed in the most abundant mass of jet black curls that flowed over her shoulders. While I was looking she turned to her husband and smiled. It was a smile worthy of the Goddess Venus. I could see her lovely white teeth. She had the most beautiful over bit. After I got a view of her face I proceeded to expand my view over the rest of this enchantress. Nothing about her disappointed me. She was a stack of luscious curves from head to foot. I must have fallen in love with her immediately. Every part of me was screaming to make love to her. My wife must have sense my interest as she snatched the binoculars from me.

"I think you have seen enough", she said. Its my turn."

I was hoping that she was as interested in the husband as I was in the wife. At least it would be mutual if she fell in love with him also. Perhaps she had, as I could see the look of delight on her face. That night we discussed the couple and other matters.

"Jenny You were really impressed by him were you not?" I ask my wife.

"You must understand Jake. If I think a man is handsome. If I kiss a guy, I want you to know that they mean nothing to me. You have and you always will be my husband and the love of my life. There is no other man in my life. You have to believe me Jake." "I saw how you were looking at that woman today and it made me Jealous Jake. I have to be honest with you. That is because I love you and I don't want to lose you."

This confession from her delivered so sincerely and honesty hit me like a brick. Why did she have to be so damn faithful and trustworthy? If she had only told me that she had also cheated on me it would have justified my intentions but no, she didn't give me anything. Perhaps she was lying I thought, but if she was, she was a very good liar. Unfortunately I could not point to one piece of evidence that she had ever cheated on me. I had certainly cheated on her in the passed. That was what really hurt me. I had never told her about the other women in my life, and for the time, I was not going to. No I would have to find another way to justify my lustful desires.

In the week that followed we found out the names of our new neighbors. Their last names were Smith. The woman's name was Amelia and her husband was Bret. Amelia was a school teacher from upper state New York. This came as a surprise to me as I had expected her be a fashion model or something of the sort. I imagined at least that she was some sort of an exhibitionist, as I often spotted her lounging by her pool in her bikini. I stole views of her whenever I could, keeping my binoculars on her as she strutted around the pool, keeping focus on those long shapely legs and the wiggle of that gorgeous ass of hers. Every time she came out of the house she always wore that same wide rimmed hat and those same dark shade glasses. After a while a view from the upper window was not enough for me. I wanted a much closer view that the back yard fence afforded me. That presented a problem as I didn't want to be seen by my wife spying on our neighbor. It was not long before an opportunity came my way. It was on a weekend that my wife went out of town to visit her sister. To provide the perfect cover I told her I would trim the hedges while she was gone. She swallowed the whole thing hook, line, and sinker.

I spent that Saturday morning cutting hedges. It was a broiling hot August day. The angry summer sun beat down on me from an iron blue sky causing beads perspiration to run down my forehead. All the while I was keeping taps I on our neighbors yard looking for any sign Amelia's appearance. It was after twelve noon when I heard the sound of the glass doors sliding open next door. I rushed over to the fence. I already had my binoculars around my neck. Through the crack in the fence I could see Amelia walking toward the pool clad in her two piece bikini outfit, her wide rimmed hat, and her sun glasses. She sat in her lounge chair, leaned back, and cocked up her long sexy legs. I was totally mesmerized by her. I pointed the binoculars and put them on high power. She was busy rubbing sun tan lotion on her. She then removed her hat and smoothed out her long black curls. She appeared the absolute picture of a dark Venus whose looks could kill. She leaned back and stretched out her arms and her long swan like neck while hoisting her legs up and bending her knees. She seemed to turn her gaze in my direction. Her mouth turned up into a sensual smile. I wondered if she saw me but that

seemed impossible.

She reached over and took out of a container what appeared to be lollypop. She opened her mouth and slowly, very slowly inserted the candy. Now I could see the inside of her wet velvety cheeks as she inserted the stick between her lips. It was the sexiest thing I had ever watched. The most erotic expression came over her features as she pushed the candy into her mouth, her lips clamping down on it and vigorously sucking it as though it were a cock. I wondered if she were not putting o a show just for me in the fashion of an exhibitionist. Rather that was the case or not it was good to imagine it.

She spent several minutes licking and sucking that piece of candy in the fashion of a porn star. Then she did something unexpected. She suddenly pulled the lollypop out of her mouth. With one hand she pulled down her panties and began masturbating herself with the candy stick. The site was too much for me. As I held my binoculars I pulled out my cock and began to stroke it. As she masturbated she had the most incredible look of ecstasy on her face. As she came she seemed to be looking right at me. I came with her squirting my seed on the ground. As soon as she finished she got up, put her hat and glasses on and went back into the house. I watched the sway of her gorgeous ass until she went inside. Right then I knew I had to fuck her.

My wife returned that Sunday afternoon. She praised me for the work I had done on the hedges and gave some big kisses. I had to pretend to be interested in her. That was not hard when I imagined that I was kissing Amelia. My cock got rock hard as she pressed against me and my tongue tangled with hers. We rushed to the bedroom and fucked like animals in heat. All the while I was not fucking my wife but fucking Amelia. This time I felt no regret for my actions, only a sense of satisfaction that I had succeeded in pulling something over my wife.

My next opportunity was not long in coming. The next week my wife planned another visit to her sisters house. This was the best news I could hear. Even though I had no idea how I would pull it off my desire was to fuck Amelia before she retuned. How I would get around her husband I didn't know. I also didn't know that another timely opportunity would present itself to me. My wife keeps a ton of makeup in her dresser, rouge, eyeliner, and lipstick she uses to adorn herself with. Before she left she told me that she had ordered a new makeup kit and that I should watch for the lady who would be delivering it. My wife left that Saturday morning. I realized that I had to come up with some kind of a plan fast as Amelia had a husband watching over her. All the same I fancied that she had a huge crush on me if only I could get her alone. Again opportunity would come my way. It was passed 1:00 pm. in the afternoon when I heard a knock at the door. Thinking it was my wife's cosmetic lady I opened the door. I found myself looking into Amelia's face as she stood there in front of me. At first I was too shocked to even speak. She was the first to break the silence.

"Hi", she said to me with a bright smile. "I have not had the chance to introduce myself. I am Amelia your neighbor. I am here with your wife's order. May I come in"

She had over her shoulder a large bag which I assumed were the items for my wife. I could not have been more pleasantly surprised that Amelia was my wife's cosmetic lady. Now I didn't have to pursue her. She had come right to me. I was still just standing there gazing at her when she invited herself in.

"Aren't you going to ask me to come in, " she said smiling.

"Oh sure, " I said, "please come in and make yourself at home."

She stepped into the living room. She was dressed in a dark colored clinging skirt and low cut blouse especially designed to enhance all her luscious assets. It was hard for me to appear casual as I was so taken aback by the sudden appearance in my home of this ravishing creature. She looked so alluring all dressed in glittering black. My eyes took in all of her down to her stocking clad legs and high heels. She was a vision of female perfection. I finally motioned for her to have a sit on the sofa. I then took a sit right beside her. Since fate had thrown her practically into my lap, I had no idea what my next move would be. Now that she was in my home the hardest thing might be getting her from the couch into my bedroom. Finally I decided to let things take their natural course. For a while I said nothing. Again she was the first to break the silence.

"Mr. Jones....I mean Jake, " she said...."Your wife has ordered certain items from the company I represent." "She told me to let you to make her selections for her since she is not here. She feels that by letting you select what you might like on her would be a kind f a gift to you." "Is that alright with you?" she said with a slight smile.

I thought this request was quite strange but I didn't have much choice but to go along with it. Amelia was so close to me and her beauty so intoxicating to my senses that I was incapable of making any rational decisions. As I looked into her lovely face my mind spun around. There right in front of me was that perfect face, that perfect mouth I had always dreamed of. How could I possibly refuse.

"Certainly, " I said' "go ahead and show me what you have."

"Then we may proceed, " she said to me smiling.

She spoke with a strong accent that seemed Italian or something like that. Her accent seemed to add a certain sexual dimension to her. She seemed to caress her vowels as she spit out her words with a pucker of her lips showing her over bit and her pearly white teeth. She reached into her bag and took out some assorted items. She picked up a tube of lipstick and took the cap off.

"This, " she said, "is one of our best selling items." She held the lipstick up to me. "I know your wife will love it."

"May I demonstrate it to you on me?" she said, her mouth curling up into a seductive smile.

How could I ever refuse such a request by someone who processed such a gorgeous mouth. To see her apply lipstick was going to be an erotic experience in itself. I watched mesmerized as she began to apply the lip stick. My mind was now going back to the vision of how she was sucking the lollypop as that bulbous mouth contorted into various shapes as she ran the stick across her lips. Again I could see the pink inside of her mouth, her pearly teeth, and her tongue. For a lip man like myself it was an incredibly erotic sight. She seemed to be doing it in slow motion. It all seemed like the exhibition that she put on near the swimming pool. I was now beside myself with lust and desire. I wondered if she knew what she was doing to me. All the while I was tempted to grab her and kiss her but my better judgement kept me from it.

"Now this is the dark shade, " she said to me. "It is my own personal favorite and I know your wife will love it to." Now it makes a woman's lips look so much more kissable. wouldn't you say?"

To emphasis the point she formed her mouth into an O shape and puckered her lips. She then leaned forward as though she wanted me to kiss her. Those luscious lips looked too tempting for me too resist. Suddenly and almost by compulsion I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers and quickly moved them away.

"Oh sir, " she said....."I mean Jake....I see that you get the point but it is your wife that you will kiss, I am just the model. Oh don't misunderstand, you are quite good looking and my heart raced a little bit but it is about your wife, is it not?"

Her whole statement I fancied was a subtle message to me and I played along to see how this was going to play out. Then I threw her some bate to see what her reaction would be.

"My wife is not here, " I told her. "She will never know what goes on between us and what she don't know will not hurt her. Now we have an open marriage and we are honest with each other about the partners we bring in, otherwise we would be cheating."

After a long pause she said to me: "Jake are you saying that you want to make love to me?" Jake let me make a confession. From the time I saw you I have been wanting to make love to you. So now that we are alone....well I think you understand."

She leaned forward and put her arms around me. Those lips I worshipped were now with inches of mine. While I sat there nearly petrified she closed the gap between our mouths. Soon we were kissing. Only for a moment, Then she broke away from me.

"Oh I am sorry Jake. I really did mean to me so forward. I know you have a wife and well...."

"That is alright. She is away so don't worry."

She leaned forward and once again and pressed her lips against mine. This time she did not remove them. She snaked her arms around my neck and leaned into me pushing our mouths more firmly together. There was nothing I could think of more sensual then the feeling of those luscious lips pressed against mine. Our arms slowly tightened around each other. She felt as wonderful as she tasted. Her whole wide mouth covered mine completely. I loved the taste of her sweet underlip. Our lips pulled and tugged together in a delicious struggle. I my wondering hands roamed up and down her back and through the masses of her long hair, my fingers curling around the soft tendrils. Occasionally she would break the kiss and whisper to me in Italian or something like that. Then she would go back to kissing me again. She knew all the tricks and she knew how to drive me crazy. She lavished her utter most affection on my lips, taking them into her mouth then slowly and torturously chewing on them them with teeth. Then she would go back to kissing me full and hard devouring mouth completely while holding my face in a vice grip. Then there was the advent of her tantalizing tongue, so teasing at first, fluttering like a butter fly, then slowly thrusting passed my lips and teeth to explore. A bolt shot through me as the prodigious tongue went on it's sensual rampage. It did all kind of impossible flipflops and summer sets in my mouth. I was totally entranced. My mind went into obit. It was such a kiss that I had no doubt about where it would end. All the while our hands were every where, feeling of each other and caressing each other. Finally my slack tongue went wild going into her mouth, exploring, and dancing with her tongue. My hand began to undo her blouse. After some delicate work I finally freed her breast. I grabbed them with my hands and kneaded them like dough as we kissed. Deep moans came from deep inside her. She pushed me down on the couch and pulled herself around on top of me. She ground into me as she continued to kiss me wildly. This went on for quite a while. Then she broke away. She looked into my eyes.

"Fuck me please.. I am dying for you. I have been since I first saw you. Honestly I knew you were watching me from the fence so I put on a show for you. Now I have you here and I want you. Oh fuck me now. Get inside me please hurry."

She grabbed my head and her mouth tore at mine. Her rampant tongue once again assailed my mouth. She grabbed me between her legs and stroked my hardness. She had my head in a lock like she would never let me go. How I could I refuse such a request. Without further ado I pulled my cock out. When I pulled her skirt up I discovered that she was wearing nothing underneath. I plunged into her and fucked her hard and deep. We assumed a primitive sexual rhythm, our bodies grinding into each other. Our tongues dueled together sensually as we moved together in perfect sexual harmony. Our mutual orgasm was so incredible. She pulled her mouth from mine to screamed out her passion in a torrent of yells and profanities. Then she looked into my eyes.

"Damn I hope it is all worth it, " she said to me.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"I hope your wife will still buy my product."

"Why are you worried about her?" I ask. "Right now she does not matter."

"Yes that would be true, " she replied, "if she was not standing right there watching us."

When I looked around I saw my wife. I just stared at her in stunned silence.