The Rules We Break

My husband needs to be able to watch

It can only happen once a month

I can say no to anything

My husband can say no to anything

No penetration

The rules were simple. Sage’s husband had encouraged her to write whatever would make her feel comfortable. She had them penned out on a piece of paper, her handwriting neat and elegant. Rules were everything to Sage. Order and control were everything. If she was going to do this, it would be on her own terms, not anyone else's. She slid the paper across the kitchen table to her husband, Jeremy, with a single finger.

“So you’re really serious about this?” He asked her.

“I think so. Are you?”

"I think so," Jeremy replied. He smirked. “It would be kinda hot.”

Sage scoffed and rolled her eyes. His confidence never seemed to leave him, no matter what the situation. Already in his late twenties, Jeremy had achieved a level of success that most wouldn’t in a lifetime. He was a man of determination, decorated with smiles, good looks, and charm.

Every facet of his life was perfect and in control. It was why Sage had married him. She tapped the table with her nails.

"You’re absolutely sure you want me to?" She asked.

They had been dancing around the subject for a few weeks now.

About whether or not she would finally visit their neighbor, David, after he had seen her naked through her bedroom window. Sage had always hated how the back of their houses were exposed to each other. And of course, the one night she decided not to close the blinds was the one night David was staring, dumbfounded, through his living room bay windows.

They locked eyes.

David took a sip of his whiskey as his gaze slipped to her breasts. Sage, for her part, didn’t move. She told herself it was shock. But the truth was far more nuanced than that. She liked seeing him enraptured and wanted to see how long he would stare.

She watched as his hand went to his crotch, and she would have continued to watch if it weren’t for Jeremy’s call from the kitchen. It snapped her to attention, and she turned promptly from the window.

And just like that, her neighbor had seen. Sage wanted to put it behind her, but something inside her knew that wasn’t going to happen. The following morning, David caught her leaving for work and apologized.

“I’m really sorry about that,” he said, clearing his throat. She remembered his disheveled beard and poorly tucked-in shirt. And his eyes still trailing to her chest.

Sage, in response, pushed her chest out and pretended she didn’t notice.

“Oh, it’s nothing. It happens.”

And she was right. It did happen. It happened often. And just like every time before, David had become intoxicated. He let out a gruff laugh as the buttons on Sage’s blouse strained against her chest.

“I... it shocked me so much. I kind of froze in place,” He looked at her hungrily. “I don’t mean disrespect, but you really are something.”

Sage smiled. “It caught me off guard, too. But it’s behind us.”

The attention was nice, yes. But she would never pursue it further. The two went on with their lives. Only now, David consistently and conveniently found ways to keep bumping into her. It started with happenstance greetings from across the yard that turned into long conversations. Then, at a local estate sale, he stumbled into her while she was exploring a table of antiques. She found an old clock that wasn’t working, and David offered to fix it for her.

“It’s a hobby of mine,” he said.

Sage didn’t believe him, but found his obsession... charming.

Then he asked for her number.

“So I can text you when it’s done.”

Sage smiled. She had heard many lines like that before. It was nothing new.

“Sure,” She said.

David never did get the clock to her.

But he did start texting her randomly at night. And finally, inevitably, the text Sage had been anticipating arrived.

David: You know, if you ever wanted to put on another peep show for me. I wouldn't mind.

It was abrupt, but unsurprising.

Sage: What kind of woman do you think I am?

She replied immediately and absolutely. While the attention was cute, she wanted to make it clear to David that he was not in control. This was a game to her, and nothing else. Still, she hoped that he would keep playing.

David: Ha. Relax, it was a compliment.

Sage: Great, but keep it to yourself.

David: Ur fiesty, arent u? Sure thing Princess

“Princess...” Sage mumbled the word in disgust.

She sat with it a moment, and realized that not disclosing all of this to Jeremy wouldn’t be much farther from cheating. David clearly wasn’t going to give up. And while Sage appreciated his bull-headedness, she wasn’t going to jeopardize her relationship for him. She went to Jeremy the next day and told him what was happening. She expected him to be appalled, perhaps even angry with her. All of which she would have understood. In fact, Sage had anticipated it. And was planning to make it up to him with dinner and sex.

But instead, Jeremy’s eyes perked up in interest.

"What if you did show him again?" Were his exact words.

Sage stared, dumbfounded.

"What do you mean?"

Jeremy shrugged with that casual laugh of his.

"I don't know, it's kinda hot, right?"

"Jeremy, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Sage said with a tempered, but humored, tone. Jeremy laughed and shrugged.

"I'm just saying!" He looked at her with his perfect smile. It always disarmed her. "What, you don't think the guy's hot?"

"He's old!"

"So what?! He's handsome, right?"

Sage shook her head. David wasn't ugly. She might even call him attractive for his age. He had a burly build about him. A body that had played football once upon a time, perhaps.

But he was also an objectifying pig. She could see it in his overly polite, assertive mannerisms. In the way every conversation they had invedbitly began orbiting around her looks. By the fact that, not once since their little occurrence, had he ever asked a single question about her.

"I would never give him the satisfaction," She said, more coldly than she would’ve liked.

"Well, what if you didn't?" Jeremy offered casually.

"Jeremy, I'm doing that right now. If he saw me naked again, I'd be giving him exactly what he wants."

Jeremy waved her off.

"Noooo. Trust me, you wouldn’t," He said.

"I'm sorry, am I missing something?"

"He wants to fuck you, Sage," Jeremy said. "He already saw you naked."

Sage shook her head, unamused. "Yes, and?"

Jeremy leaned forward. "So he doesn't want to see you naked again. He wants you. He’s trying every angle to get it." Jeremy smirked. "And that's kinda hot."

Sage stared for a moment, surprised at how excited she was.

“Fine, let’s say you’re right and I get naked again for him. What does that accomplish, exactly?”

“It lets you tease him,” Jeremy said.

Sage liked the sound of that.

"Go on," She said.

"You never give him what he wants. You string him along. You try to make him beg." Jeremy leaned back and raised his hands as if he’d won some great argument.

"And you find hot?" Sage asked teasingly.

"Don't you?" Jeremy said.

Sage scoffed and looked away. She looked back at Jeremy to see if he was joking, but he seemed genuine.

"So what? I make a game out of it? I string him along but never fuck him?"

"Nope."

Sage shook her head. "He'll just give up."

Jeremy laughed loudly.

"You really don't get it, do you?" He put his hands behind his head. "No man in their right mind would give up on you."

Sage's lips pursed. She liked that sound of that, too. She wanted to see how true that statement was.

"So, how do you imagine this? I give him little strip teases?”

Jeremy nodded, "That's a start.”

He paused for a moment.

“You could... You know... push the envelope too, if you want. You are in control, after all."

Jeremy was right. She was in control.

And with that one conversation, Sage's marriage was forever transformed. It started with keeping her blinds open each night while she changed. At first, David didn't notice. Then, eventually, he passed through his living room at exactly the right time.

He stopped in the center of his living room and stared up at her.

They made eye contact as Sage slowly undid her bra.

He never missed a day after.

It became their routine. Sage would go upstairs while Jeremy watched his sports or played his games with his friends in the living room. She would turn on her light and step towards the window. David would be there on his couch, whisky in hand. Watching as Sage slowly began to undress.

And inevitably, watching led to stroking.

Until finally, David pulled out his cock while Sage pulled down her underwear.

Even from a distance, his size was shocking.

Sage had never seen one that big. Even David’s own beefy hands seemed small compared to its girth.

And that big cock wanted to be inside her.

As time went on, Sage began to look forward to their nightly ritual. She would take longer to undress, watching as David stroked himself slowly. She began to make a game out of it. She would take off each article of clothing as she swayed her hips. Then, Sage would leave, relax on her bed for a while, and return to see if David was still there.

He always was. Still stroking his massive, pulsing member.

Part of the ritual was also disclosing to Jeremy what was happening. He would often ask for details, and she would give them.

And then they would fuck like animals.

Things escalated naturally. Sage would squeeze her breasts for David the same way Jeremy liked. She would bend over and present her ass. Wiggling ever so slightly.

She watched between her legs as David came onto his stomach.

Again.

And again.

That night, Sage had never fucked Jeremy more. She was insatiable. She imagined Jeremy was twice his size. Pulsing and filling her.

Worshipping her.

She came while imagining it was David cumming inside her.

The texts came after.

David: When will u let me fuck u?

It was an inevitable question. Sage knew that. But when it finally happened, she was unsure what to do with it. She walked downstairs to show Jeremy the text and found him dabbling in his latest hobby: book binding.

"Hey, honey, do you think I should use the red string or the blue string for this one? I feel like the red pops, but I’m afraid it’s too much," He asked as she walked into the dining room.

"I saw him cum," She said flatly.

Jeremy looked up, the book and thread dropping from his hands.

"Stop, really?"

Sage nodded.

"So like what, on his couch?" Jeremy asked.

"While drinking whisky,” Sage said.

Jeremy let out a short laugh. "What made him pop?!"

Sage smiled. “I wiggled my ass.”

Jeremy threw his head back. “That is crazy! I didn’t think the dude would actually bust!”

"Can you believe it?!" Sage joined her husband in laughter. Then, she paused for a moment. “He wants to fuck me too.”

Jeremy's laughs faded, and he cleared his throat. Hunger and fear mixed in his eyes. Sage waited a moment, then asked the question that was making her heart race.

“Should I let him?”

Jeremy’s head jerked back in surprise.

"Wait, wait... do you want to fuck him?” He wasn’t hurt. If anything, he seemed intrigued.

Sage shrugged. "I don't know, I'm asking. Do we want it to be more?"

Jeremy let out a long breath and shook his head.

"Wow, fucking our neighbor, huh?"

"I mean, I don't have to," Sage crossed her legs and leaned back. "Definitely don't have to."

"But you want to?"

Sage laughed. "You know, it's funny, I don't know if I do? I think I like the tease more."

That much was true. While David’s cock was something to behold, what Sage really loved was seeing a man like David fall prostrate to her. He had literally rearranged his entire living room so that the couch faced the windows.

He had made an altar out of his home to worship her.

To orbit her.

Just for the chance to have her body to himself.

He wasn’t any different than all the other men in her life.

Who had taken. Who had hurt.

And gotten away with it.

But now, Sage would make sure that never happened again.

"So, you don’t want to fuck him?" Jeremy asked.

"Maybe. I don’t know. Not till we say so, at least," Sage said with a smile. Jeremy rubbed his chin.

"This makes me feel bad for the guy."

"Well, he could always say no," Sage said.

"Yeah, but he won't," Jeremy said.

"Well, that's his problem. He’s a grown adult."

“And what if he gets upset?”

“Then fuck him!” Sage said loudly.

"I thought the point was to not fuck him?"

They both laughed. Sage felt a wave of goosebumps flow through her arms.

“You aren’t doing this just for me, right?” Jeremy asked. “I don’t know if I could stomach it if you were just doing this for me.”

"No... It’s definitely not just for you. I didn’t expect it, but... this teasing? It is kind of hot."

Jeremy smirked. "Right?!”

“Settle down,” Sage said with a laugh.

“So how do we bring it up to him?"

Sage thought for a moment. "I guess I could write up a contract."

"You are so type A, I swear to god," Jeremy said.

“You’re one to talk.”

“No, no, you’re right. A binding contract is absolutely the way to go.” Jeremy said sarcastically. Sage playfully slapped his shoulder.

“Don’t tease!”

“I’m serious! I mean, I’m giving you shit, but really, it’s a good idea. Not just for him, but for us.”

“Good, I’m glad you agree. I’ll write something up.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. Then looked at the book resting on the table. “I’d use the red string, by the way.”

Sage had the rules written up in less than a day.

"And you are sure you’re ok with me meeting him?" She asked.

"Yeah, I mean, what's the worst that could happen, right?" Jeremy always liked playing with fire. It's why Sage fell for him in college. A wild, long-haired guitarist she could tame into something more stable and controlled.

"I’m a little surprised,” Sage said. “Not that I’m complaining, but I thought these things would've been stamped out of you by now.”

Jeremy's laugh softened.

"Guess not."

Sage felt exhilarated. This was the hottest thing that had happened to their sex life in years. But she wouldn’t give in to impulse. Even if they moved forward with this, it had to be precise and thought out. Sage needed to make sure this wouldn’t disrupt her life. She had worked too hard to get to where she was, and the last thing she was going to do was blow it up for an old man next door.

“You know the kinds of things he’s said to me. Even if I give him these rules, he's probably going to try for more once I’m in his house."

As Jeremy heard the words, his eyes dropped to Sage’s body. He was absolutely transfixed in fantasy. Sage had grown accustomed to it. Nearly every man she met acted the same way.

And she was also smart enough to know why. Sage had won the genetic lottery.

Full lips, smooth olive skin, long brown hair, curvy figure, huge breasts, and stunning green eyes. Everywhere she went, the eyes followed.

She remembered being on the volleyball team, looking out into the crowd after dominating the entire game, expecting to see faces praising her performance. Only to find a bleacher full of horny men staring at her ass while women glared in contempt. And could she blame them? She looked like a model. In fact, during college, she had modeled a bit.

It almost took her to California.

With him.

Sage eventually came to accept that this was simply the way of things. That no matter how much she excelled, her looks would supersede her ability.

It was why Jeremy was now transfixed on her body rather than her words.

“Are you even listening?” She asked. Her tone was playful, but tempered.

Jeremy blushed. " Oh shit, I'm sorry, Sage… I was getting a little too excited.”

Sage loved the wrinkles that formed in the corners of Jeremy’s eyes whenever he smiled.

"I can tell!" Sage glanced down at his pants, an obvious bulge forming.

Then, a thought came to her mind as she stared at her husband’s cock.

“You want more to happen, don’t you?” She asked.

Jeremy looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“I do,” he admitted. Sage’s ears began to ring.

“How far… how far do you want it to go?”

Jeremy raised his brows and shook his head slowly as he leaned back.

"You know? I have no idea. And yet…"

Sage bit her lip.

"Do you want to see him… You know... with me?”

Jeremy glanced at her for a moment. His eyes said everything. Sage leaned forward.

“You really want to see it?!” She asked.

"I don't know, maybe?!" Jeremy replied jokingly.

“We can’t take any of it back once it's over," Sage said, "Even if it's just him groping me, we can’t take it back.”

“Wait, are you going to let him grope you?”

“Focus, Jeremy!”

"I know I know…" Jeremy said with a sigh. "That’s not the part I’m most worried about, though. What if he gets, I don't know, violent?"

Sage felt a shiver.

"You think he would?"

"I mean, the guy seems nice enough. But you never know, right?"

"No, you're right… I didn't think about that…" Sage glanced out the windows that faced David's home.

"What if you watched?" She asked. Jeremy perked up at the question.

"Watch?"

"Yeah, to make sure nothing weird happens. Plus, I mean…" She looked at him for a moment. "You did say it was kind of hot, right?"

She would never forget the look that formed on his face that night. It was like that single sentence had turned on a switch that could never be turned off.

And for Sage, it was like she'd tasted the greatest drug on the planet.

"So…" Sage said, looking deep into Jeremy’s eyes. "Is that a yes?"

"Where should I watch?" He asked softly.

"The bedroom. David set up his living room to watch me. You can see everything from there. I will make sure we stay by the window. I'll let him know you're watching. It will keep me safe," Sage stepped toward Jeremy and let her fingers trail down his tight stomach.

"You want to keep me safe, don't you?" She said.

Jeremy nodded.

"How… how far do you think you're going to want to go?" He asked.

Sage didn't know the answer to that question. Or perhaps, it felt too soon to admit the truth. Even to herself.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe some touching. Maybe some kissing. Definitely no fucking. That is, if he even goes for this arrangement."

"Right. No, yeah, of course. He might not even go for it," Jeremy said, blinking rapidly for a moment as he rubbed his shoulder.

"But Sage already knew David was going to go for it. Every straight man in her entire life had tried to go for it.

Even the ones that weren't supposed to.

"Either way, he'll be kept on a tight leash," Sage said. Jeremy nodded.

"So, are we doing this?"

"I'm in if you are," Sage said.

Jeremy was silent for a moment as he thought through it.

"Ok," He said. "Let's schedule this thing. But it can't be this Friday."

"What, why not?" Sage asked.

"Because the boys and I are raiding the East Cavern and I can't miss it."

Sage laughed and shook her head. "Ok, I'll see if he's free on Wednesday."