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Learning Lessons (2 of 8) Dinner For Three: Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2024-05-14 23:00:03 +0000 UTCWhen Jess had his nipple in her mouth, its hard masculine shape under her soft lips, she felt something coming. Had felt the same thing in the minivan that first night with him. A shudder about to happen, like on the verge of a chill. She froze, waiting for it to happen. In the van, it had subsided; receded, and as it got farther, it occurred to her it could have been an orgasm. But that was crazy. You didn’t come from touching a man. But here it was again. Only now she suspected what it could be. It could be an orgasm. So she let it happen, coaxed it towards her. Like pushing away any thought that might break a sneeze when you were about to go off. This was no sneeze.
When her hand went over Tyler’s abs, felt them hard and ridged under her fingers, felt his tight, bunched skin there, it happened. Her heart opened its bomb-bay doors and something explosive fell out, plummeted to her sex and then went off. Low yield, maybe phosphorous, because it lingered and spread in waves, consuming her. It was gentle and warm, not fiery, and it spread through her, racking her body in clusters. Then it was gone, and she couldn’t believe it had happened. She came from touching this stud. Her eyes teared up, and she blinked one off and touched her eyelids to dry them. She looked back at Pete, and he was beaming. Absolutely beaming. Pete knew her body, knew her reactions. He knew she’d just come. She chuckled once and covered her mouth.
Tyler seemed bothered, like she and Pete were sharing something—jealous, worried they were making fun of him. “What?” he said sharply, frowning at her.
“I just came,” she whispered to him and covered her mouth back up.
It was Tyler’s turn to beam. “Really?” he said. He looked confident again.
She didn’t even answer him. She attacked him with kisses, sucking his lips into her mouth and biting his tongue. That long, strange orgasm had not sated her at all. It had the opposite effect and now she burned with ten times the arousal she had before. She wanted Tyler’s cock out, wanted it hard and plowing into her.
*
Pete watched his wife’s hand urgently fumble with Tyler’s button and zipper on his tight jeans. She was trying to move too quickly.
Jess hooked her hands into Tyler’s waistband and slid his pants and shorts down, getting control of herself and doing it slowly. She had them down over his thighs, his cock pulled down, hiding somewhere in the bunched up fabric on his thigh. Jess’s lips were on Tyler’s again. Then kissing his belly button and down to his pubic hair. Her fingers traced along the edges of the muscles at his waistline, a sharp V that pointed down to his cock, showed her where it was in case she was looking. She watched her fingers on his skin. Then they were back on his jeans, sliding the fabric down, waiting for the star of the show. Jess revealed it; the fabric clinging until his wife peeled the denim right down over the tip and Tyler’s penis sprang up, bobbed, and then fell to the side until the tip touched his thigh. It was huge.
Jess looked at Pete over her shoulder. “I told you,” she said.
Pete’s mouth was dry. Everything was dry. He could feel his heart pounding in his brittle body. That thing had fucked his wife. Jess had loved it. Couldn’t wait for tonight, so Tyler would put it in her again.
Jess pulled Tyler’s pants right off him and dropped them on the floor next to the coffee table. She knelt and pulled Tyler’s socks off for him, too. His cock hung next to her and Pete couldn’t believe how large it was, the engorged tip tapping against Jess’s slim shoulder.
Tyler spread his legs, put his arms back on the edge of the couch, and looked down as Jess put her mouth over one of his balls. She took up his sack in one hand, scooping it up and forward so she could suck on Tyler’s balls. Even his balls were big. Jess moaned quietly as she sucked one in, let it drop, then took up the other. She went on like that, driving Tyler crazy. Her other hand went around his cock and held it out of the way, up against his belly. Tyler closed his eyes while Jess went on. Every once in a while he’d shudder and Pete thought he might come, but he didn’t.
Finally, Jess stood up before Tyler and turned for him to undo her dress at the back. Tyler pulled the zipper right down to the top of her ass and Jess stood up, made sure Pete was watching, then she let it drop to the floor. Pete had a magnificent view. Jess’s perfect ass, firm and womanly, her red thong showing off its curves, then diving and disappearing into her warm places. Pete’s favourite place on earth. Her back was bare, she was braless. Her blonde hair danced on her shoulders, her arms were moving, she was rubbing her own breasts, giving Tyler a show.
Tyler’s hands came around, gripped her bottom, her flesh yielding to his strong touch. His fingers ran under the panties and then cupped her cheeks, then slid the panties down her thighs. The two of them were completely naked now.
Pete’s stomach tightened again, and a wave of dread washed over him. He felt suddenly nauseous and warm; too warm. Feverish. Part of his brain almost put him in action. He practically felt himself rise off the recliner to tell them that this was enough. That they had gone far enough and there would not be any more. Like if they stopped now, he could preserve his dignity. His wife’s dignity. Preserve their marriage.
Pete stopped. He knew he wouldn’t stop them. He knew he was going to watch her get fucked in just a few minutes. He could feel as terrible as he wanted, but the result was inexorable. Tyler was going to take that enormous cock and slide it up inside his wife and she was going to love it. Nothing was going to stop it. His hands clutched the armrests of his favourite chair.
*
Jess told Tyler to sit back.
“I didn’t have time to look at this thing in the van,” she said.
Tyler smiled and leaned back on the couch. She looked at his cock hanging heavy between his legs, hard enough that it wasn’t resting on the seat. “That’s huge,” she told him.
She spread her palm across the top of it. The shaft was longer than the spread between the tip of her thumb and the tip of her little finger. She stroked her open hand up and down it.
Tyler’s hand explored her back. His touch felt so good. His large hands were wonderful on her back. She cuddled herself into his side, felt how hard his body was against hers. He was going to feel so good making love to her naked tonight. She couldn’t wait to press her flesh against his hardness, to feel his huge penis inside her at the same time. Her breaths were quick with anticipation.
She put her fingers around his penis, gripped it lightly and stroked up and down, admiring it in her hand. He was three or four times as long as her fist, thick too. She’d have to squeeze it to get her thumb to touch her middle finger.
She leaned over, dipped her head above the tip of his cock and held it steady in her hand, allowing a stream of warm spit to flow from between her pouted lips. It touched his glans, then rolled down the underside of his cock. She ran her hand loosely through it, polished the end with her quick moving hand. Her fingers danced and squirmed, running through all the grooves and ridges of his engorged cock. Tyler went to steel, and she could feel his pulse through it.
“You’re so hard,” she said, and laughed. He had swelled even larger now.
“Shit, Jess, your hand feels so fucking good.”
“Your cock feels so good,” she told him.
“I’m not going to last. You’re going to make me come.”
“Just come. I want to watch you.”
“Yeah, make me come,” he said, sliding through her grip.
“Then you’re going to fuck me,” she said, and looked at Pete, made sure he heard her say it.
“I’m going to make you scream,” Tyler said, voice low and serious.
Whew. That made her tingle.
Tyler’s penis was so big in her hand. She had small hands to begin with, but his cock was enormous. Couldn’t believe that this had fit inside her. It was like she was stroking her tall can of Lady Shave Gel. With the lid on. The head of his cock was as broad as her thumb. The hard feel of it in her slippery grip was making her ache between her legs. This dreadfully sexual object in her hand made her tingle. She wanted to explore it, trace every vein and wrinkle with her touch. He was circumcised, his scar running jagged and brown a third of the way down his shaft. The end of his shaft glistened bright and taut. Her fingers feathered his tip. She let them slip along the edges, drawing little designs on his sensitive head. She traced around his hole, tickled it, then down his channel, running along his underside to his balls and back up again.
“Oh, Jess,” Tyler groaned. He flexed his rump, hips lifting off the seat, and a shining bead emerged at his urethra. She held his cock upright, midway, and squeezed. More lubricant streamed, rolling over the bell of his head and running down and over her thumb. She was going to work this thing. She was going to torture him. Give him a hand job he would always remember.
Jess watched Pete watching. Could see him past her fist wrapped around Tyler’s penis, sitting in his La-Z-Boy like he was watching TV. He was quiet and blank, but she knew he was on fire inside. She was going to put on a show for him tonight. She wondered how she looked together with Tyler. The two of them naked on the family couch, her little hand wrapped around another man’s impressive sex organ. Watching herself jerk him off, waiting for this other man to ejaculate for her.
What was Pete thinking? What did he think of the size of this thing in her hand? He had to be intimidated by it. She was. She couldn’t believe this was going to go inside her. If it hadn’t already been inside her, she would think about backing out right now. Was Pete worried? Tyler was so much bigger, so much sexier. But that was what Pete wanted. She didn’t know if she should feel grateful or worried. She had a husband who was going to let this amazing sex god make love to her. But then what kind of man would allow that? How did Pete’s mind work that he was all right with this?
Tyler’s flat, hard belly danced for her while she stroked. It turned her on like crazy. Feeling his big slippery size between her fingers, then watching those abs twist and flex from all the pleasure she was giving him. She became very wet. When she brought her hand up high and gave that big glans some quick light strokes, his rock hard belly would suck in, the six-pack abs pushing their sharp ridges up against his tight skin.
She used her hand to keep Tyler at the very edge. She loved watching the tension sizzle through his muscles. Tyler wanted to come, but it was all up to her hand. He wanted to show her his seed, and she wanted to see it, but only when she said it was time. He’d closed his eyes, brow furrowed, like he was willing an ejaculation to happen without her. But she was in control. Every time she felt him at the brink, she would plunge her hand down to his very thick base, watch his penis flex, struggle to shoot his semen, then fade. Then she returned to stroking up and down, getting Tyler quivering.
She bullied him like that for a long while. Did it until she was the one who couldn’t stand it anymore. She wanted him to come. She wanted to see it burst from him, to know that she had done well for him.
She crossed a leg underneath her. Tyler’s hand still caressed her back, still explored, venturing down to touch the plump flesh of her buttocks and around to the front, his palm going over her left breast. She took his cock in two hands and gripped it tightly. She stroked them up and down, doing it firmly. “Come for me,” she said.
Tyler’s eyes closed, and he bit his lower lip and nodded. He was sweating. She added a little more spit, dropped into the hole in his glans and then swiftly spread with one quick hand, the other one gripping his big sack, feeling how large his balls were. Her wetness seeped on her own ankle. She was so turned on right now. She stroked him faster and faster, using only one hand, the other one gripping him tightly at the base. “Make this big dick come for me,” she whispered. “Show it to me.”
“Shit, girl, I had no idea . . . you were so . . . dirty.”
His knees jumped as he came, and his body buckled. He grunted and snorted as the semen shot out of him. She kept stroking, running her hand over his bursting glans, twisting it. He shot stream after stream of his thick, young seed up over his chest and across that beautiful stomach.
“You make me dirty, Tyler,” she said.
Tyler’s face clenched as she kept working, squeezing and stroking, short white pulses still splashing from him. She rubbed the heel of her foot tucked under her against her wet sex, on the verge of coming as well.
“Oh, my gosh, you’re so hot,” she said to him, her hand easing. Lines of semen draped across his hard body, his handsome face staring at her, dreamy and sleepy, enjoying the pleasure she gave him. She traced a fingertip through his hot seed, drew lines along his muscles, spread the blobs around, connecting one line to the next. Her eyes darted to Pete, wanting to make sure he saw this. This was for him. She wanted him to see her as dirty with her boy toy. As dirty as she could be with Pete sometimes. Rob Pete of some of their intimacy. Let him see her share her dirtiness with another man. Pete’s face looked stony and hollow. He looked like a corpse sat up in his chair. She smiled, her fingers still playing with Tyler’s semen. She watched Pete swallow.
“I always thought you were a real goody-goody,” Tyler said and laughed. “I had no idea.”
Jess laughed too and lowered her lips to Tyler’s chest and kissed his skin. Kissed him right next to a hot splash of semen. Make her husband sweat.
She asked Tyler, “Do you think I’m bad?”
Tyler held his palm against her cheek. He said, “Yeah, I do.”
“We're just getting started.”
She stood up, Tyler’s eyes moving over her naked body above him. She had one hand out, fingers spread wide, laced with strings of semen, the other hand cupped underneath to catch any drips. “I think I’ll go grab us a tea towel,” she said.
She walked out of the room, conscious of her gait, letting her hips sway, knowing that Tyler and Pete were watching her bare ass as she walked into the kitchen.
Comments
Andrew Mellein
I like how this novel starts out as a hotwife tale then moves into cheating wife territory. It goes into dark territory. Maybe a trial run for Devil in the Waters!
Donkatsu
Oh, when it was all so innocent!
