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Learning Lessons (2 of 8) Dinner For Three: Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2024-08-13 03:00:05 +0000 UTCIt was an uncomfortable moment, the three of them sitting at the table eating the store-bought coconut-cream pie. She just didn’t know what else to do. No sort of protocol or manners ever set up for post-coital cuckolding. She wanted Tyler gone. She wanted to go to bed. She’d have to get Pete off first, but that wouldn’t take long. Then she just wanted to go and lie down.
That had been the craziest, wildest, hands-down best sex she’d ever had in her whole life. It wasn’t with her husband. And that hurt her now, three orgasms in, when she was feeling dry and rational. She felt suddenly dirty. Bad.
Zero regrets, though. She would do it again in a heartbeat. She hurt a bit down below; Tyler had really given it to her. She wanted it again, regardless. She wasn’t sorry she’d done it. Who knew where this ennui came from.
Tyler finished eating first, clinking his fork on the plate and getting up to go in the same instant. Pete had barely touched his pie, but he had gone through another glass of whisky.
“Dinner was fantastic,” Tyler said. “Thanks so much.”
Jess nodded, and she smiled at him. “Dinner?”
Tyler looked around the room, glanced at both of them, made eye contact. There was a bit of a smirk on his face. He said, “You guys know how to throw a party.”
“Maybe we’ll have you over again sometime,” Jess tested. Tyler was walking down the hall, his back to them, Pete and Jess following behind him.
Tyler turned at the door and said, “Yeah, I’d like that. Any time.”
They all stood awkwardly in the hall, Tyler’s hand resting on the handle, ready to go. Jess saw everyone’s faces were showing the traces of a smile. It was all okay.
“‘Night, guys,” Tyler said and walked out.
Jess stood with Pete and they watched Tyler get on his motorcycle, fire it up, light up their minivan with his headlight. Then he walked it backwards to the street, revved it up, and then he was gone.
*
Once they’d watched Tyler’s bike disappear down the end of their street, Pete turned to his wife. Jess looked down, like she was ashamed, afraid to look him in the eye. Pete reached out and pulled her to his chest, couldn’t stand to think of her upset, worried that her husband had been hurt watching her being roughly taken by another man.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered to the top of her silky blonde head.
“Are you okay, Petey?”
“I’ll live, Jess. You were amazing.”
“Are you sure?”
“You looked so hot. Jess, it was hard sometimes, but I loved every minute of it.”
Jess’s arms went around his waist, and she hugged him. “It was so intense,” she said.
He craned his neck back to look her in the eye. “Are you okay? Did you like it?”
She nodded, her ice-blue eyes big and expressive. “I liked it, Pete, of course. He was really incredible.”
He kissed her forehead and ran his hand over her hair, hugged her head into the crook of his neck. “We’re still okay, aren’t we?”
“Of course, Petey,” she said. She pushed her tummy into him, purposely grinding herself into his hardness. He ached for her.
“Pete?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve never felt more alive.” She looked up at him again. “I love you. I… This new sexuality—it’s been overwhelming. I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Tyler really gets you going.”
“No. Well, yeah, I mean, of course… But it’s more than that. It’s not really him. He’s a big part of it—maybe it’s my ego or something. I can’t believe I can attract such a young, handsome stud. But you’re the biggest part, Pete. Supporting this craziness, being able to get past jealousy and just let me be empowered, or whatever you want to call it. You don’t try to own me—”
“No,” he laughed, “but we’re still married.”
“I know, but you know what I mean.”
“I don’t own you, but this isn’t an open marriage, right?”
“No, I know it’s you and me, but right now I’m finding out just about the Me side.”
“Should I be worried about the Me side? Is that like the Dark Side?”
“Come on, Pete. It used to be just about you. I would tell you dirty things and I would love how hard it made you, how turned on you got. And that was what turned me on. But those little games have blossomed. I feel, now it’s about me. Now it’s my turn. You get to share it, too. And I love that it turns you on, just like it turned me on to tell you those stories. Now I don’t have stories, I have the real thing. I know. That’s why you’re such a big part of this. I don’t think another man would allow me to be shared.”
“Would you like it if I was more possessive? Do you think I should be?”
“No. Maybe? You are who you are. We’re making this work. I love you for who you are. And now it’s brought me here, where I feel like a sexual—I don’t know—powerhouse. I tingle all day long. I feel like I’m the prettiest girl in high school, like sex is new and exciting, and I’m dating the captain of the football team.”
“Oh boy, did you just read The Big Book of Cliches?”
“Ha ha, funny man,” she said and reached up and touched the tip of his nose. “Maybe that’s not the best way to put it. But I’m trying to dumb it down for that sluggish brain of yours.” She pressed her head to his chest. “I just want to thank you for this gift. You’ve made me feel like I’m sixteen again. You’re selfless and wonderful.”
“I don’t know about that. Don’t forget how much I enjoyed seeing you get it.”
“Did it really look good?”
“Honey, you are so beautiful. I just wish I could do those things to you. Make your face twist into those shapes, make you cry out like that.”
“In a way you are, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
Jess’s hand came around his thigh and up between his legs. She put her palm over his throbbing erection. “Let’s take a look at that little dick of yours.”
She had his heart racing now, talking dirty to him. His hands were shaking as he undid the front of his pants. She said, “What did you think of Tyler’s cock?”
“It was pretty big.”
“Yeah, Pete, it’s pretty big.”
He pushed his pants down, let her see his erection sticking straight up out of his pubic hair. She ran her index finger down the underside, from the tip down to his scrotum. “And that’s pretty small,” she said. “I guess you’re going to want me to do something with it.”
“Yes.”
“Do we even bother fucking anymore?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t see the point.” She circled his cock with an OK sign, lightly stroking the end.
“You don’t?”
“I mean, I want to get you off. But I don’t get anything from fucking you. If I’m with Tyler now—”
“Is Tyler going to take over for me?”
“Don’t you think he should?” She was watching her hand on his little penis. Did he seem even smaller to her now?
“I don’t know.”
“Pete, come on. Didn’t you see that thing between his legs? Didn’t you see it in my hand? He fucked me with that. Do you know how good that feels?”
“No.”
“Well, it feels unbelievable. He made me come so many times,” she whispered to him.
“Please, Jess, let me fuck you.”
“Here in our front hall?”
“Right now, Jess, I have to.”
“All right, I mean, if you want to go through the motions.”
“I do.”
*
She turned and put her hands on the shuttered doors of the hall closet, exposed her behind to Pete. He didn’t waste a second, pulling her sweatpants down over her cheeks and letting them fall to the floor. He slid himself inside her.
She said, “Tyler left me a little beat up down there, so you’ll have to tell me when it’s in so I can act like I can feel it.”
“It’s in Jess,” Pete whispered. She could hear his voice trembling.
She actually turned herself on again, joking around with Pete, hurting him and humiliating him. She felt a little wet again. She smiled into the closet door. Her hand reached back and grabbed Pete’s ass. “Try to act like you’ve got a dick and give it to me hard.”
Pete pounded into her and she felt a tingle. She couldn’t help thinking about Tyler, what they’d done tonight. She thought of the difference between the two men, and that made her wetter.
“Fuck me, Pete, fuck me with that tiny dick.”
“Oh, Jess,” he choked.
She knew he was going to come fast. She tickled her darkest thoughts, wanting to be lifted over the wall again. One more orgasm and she’d sleep like a baby tonight. “Do I feel looser, baby?”
“No, Jess, you’re so tight.”
“No, Pete, tell me he ruined me for you. Tell me he stretched me out,” she whispered.
“You feel like an old hooker.”
She groaned. “Come on, Pete, work with me.”
“God, Jess, I can’t even feel you.”
“Did he ruin me, Petey?”
“His big cock ruined you, Jess. How can I ever fuck my wife again? Why did we do this? How can I ever make love to you again?”
“That’s it, Pete, fuck me,” she hissed, getting into it now.
“Did he hurt you?”
“He stretched me so wide, Pete. I can’t even feel you right now. What are we going to do?”
“We’ll have to get him to, ah, come back. Fuck you whenever… mm, whenever you need it. I can’t do it anymore.” Pete was thrusting his little thing into her, frenzied and urgent.
“No, there’s no point,” she said. “I’m sorry, baby, I have to take the better man now.”
“Ah, Jess, ah shit.” Pete pulled his dick out of her and she felt his hand jerking himself behind her, bumping against her ass cheeks. He came hard, his hot seed splashing the backs of her legs. Pete roared out behind her, the loudest he’d ever been. She was making him crazy.
She put her hands between her legs, drove her fingers into her hot wet folds and worked herself, rubbing her hard button under her fingers, thinking of Tyler pounding her. She clenched her face and ground against Pete, still spurting between her legs, and she got it done. She blurted out a high cry as she came so hard she saw tingling stars in her periphery. One more for the road. She slumped against the wall as Pete huffed behind her. She was exhausted.
