Learning Lessons (2 of 8) Dinner For Three: Chapter 5

Pete didn’t know what to do or say right now. It was just Tyler and Pete alone in the room. Tyler was still laying back on the couch, that huge cock up on his belly, come all over his stomach. He was looking around, but not over at Pete. He and Jess had agreed that Pete wouldn’t say anything while she had sex with Tyler. If they made it happen at all—now here they were, actually doing it. He’d wanted to say a lot while he watched his wife jerk off that kid’s big tool. He wished Jess would have said dirty things to him. But they’d decided that she shouldn’t do that either. It might freak Tyler out. And ultimately this was about Jess, and for Jess. She should just enjoy it and Pete should count himself lucky he gets to sit and watch his beautiful wife have sex with this stud.

He wasn’t that big a fan of Tyler, but really Jess couldn’t have found a more perfect specimen for this arrangement. She might have picked some other guy from around town who was their age, but that would be nowhere as exciting as seeing her with a young, handsome, endowed boy. It was a little scary to think his wife was hot enough to pull this dime-piece. If she could get this guy to fuck her twice, bring her flowers and wine, what was she doing with a balding old fool like Pete?

Jess came strutting into the room holding a few tea towels, putting on a sexy walk for them, more confident and happy than he’d remembered seeing her in a long time, walking on her toes like she was wearing high heels—showing off her legs to Tyler. She kneeled next to Tyler on the couch and kissed his lips. Tyler bent his head back and closed his eyes. Jess ran a clean, dry towel over him, mopping up the wet spots. She watched her hand work, and Tyler flexed for her. His stomach muscles rippled as she dried him.

“Your body is so incredible,” she told him.

Tyler said, “So is yours, Jess,” and his hand came around and smoothed down her back, his big hand spreading across her rump. He drew her to him, gazing into her eyes, and she parted her lips, put them over Tyler’s. Pete watched them kiss again. Twisting and rolling, sucking tongues and biting lips. Jess’s hand had a towel wrapped around the kid’s cock and she was stroking it, drying it, going down between his legs and rubbing his balls. Tyler had never gone soft. He came, then faded a bit, but Pete could see his swollen glans, taut and shining, bulging out the end of Jess’ towel-covered grip.

Tyler put a hand on either side of her waist and he lifted Jess up like she was nothing. She folded her long legs up and Tyler brought her over on top of him, straddling his hips. They kissed like that for a long while, Jess stroking his cock hidden in between them. Tyler’s hands smoothed over her back, crested her cheeks and spread them, showing her glistening wet sex to Pete, showing him how hot he was making his wife. That’s it, kid, make my girl scream.

Tyler said, “Condoms are in my jacket.”

“I’ve got some in that box there on the coffee table,” Jess told him. She got off his lap and Tyler watched her ass while she did, reached out and touched it as she went to the square teak box on the table. She dragged it over to her, making a rattling sound from the lid as it slid on its round brass feet. She lifted the delicate lid off by the small knob on the top and brought out a string of condoms that rolled out like an accordion. His wife had planned ahead—knew where it was going to happen. He wondered if she had condoms stashed somewhere else too, different spots in the house she thought she might need them. They’d have to find them all in the morning before the boys got home. They’ll have to do their own dirty Easter Egg hunt.

He tried to picture Jess buying condoms. Magnums. Fuck, Magnum XL. Which store did she go to? Did someone she knows see her there? Did she wear a disguise? He kind of hoped not. Bit of a thrill to think that someone out there might think Pete had a big one. He’d love to have someone start a rumor like that. No one would ever find out the truth, anyway.

Tyler stood up behind Jess as she tore one of the foil squares open. Jess sat on the arm of their couch, and Tyler presented her with his big, bobbing cock. She squeezed the tip of the condom and rolled it down his shaft with the fingers of her other hand. She looked up at Tyler standing over her, seeming a little worried, eyebrows raised in the middle, making a little crease in her smooth brow. She'd sucked her lower lip under her front teeth. Jess had been in control until now. Now she knew her turn was over. Her stud was in control and he was young and powerful, had a big, thick cock and he was going to fuck her. Probably fuck her hard. It might hurt. Tyler bent and picked her up again, his hands grabbing her around her little waist. He lifted her to her feet and turned her around. Jess knew what he wanted and lifted one knee up to the couch seat, put her elbows on the arm, bent for him, and showed her dripping wet entry. Pete couldn't remember ever being more excited, more turned on. He loved this woman. He loved her, and look at her, how aroused she was, how excited and happy her face was. That tension he’d seen had eased, and now he could tell she wanted it. Desperately wanted this kid to drive his thing inside her, push her little hole wide apart and make her go wild.

Tyler rubbed her back again. Couldn't get enough of his wife's smooth, tanned skin. He took his cock in one hand and lined it up between Jess’s legs. She looked over her shoulder, trying to see his cock, wanting to see him put it in her. Tyler rubbed the tip against her wet mound, up and down, over and over, pushing her pink folds open, and it made Jess moan. Then he let it go and eased it inside her, pushing the enormous head of his cock past the tight ring of her opening. She gasped and her hands clenched into fists. He kept it going, sliding it deep inside her. She let out a breathy sound that caught in her throat.

“Oh, my God, Pete, he’s so big,” she said, breaking her own rule, and he wanted to kiss her for it. I’m here, baby, I’m watching and I love you.

“Oh, Pete, it’s hurting me. It’s so thick. Oh, baby, Tyler, don’t stop. Fuck me, please, fuck me.” Using her dirty words for him. Pete’s heart pounded in his chest.

Tyler might have liked her saying that to Pete. He seemed bolstered by it, giving Jess a little soft slap on her thigh while he slowly fucked her. Wonder what that must feel like to be so sexually powerful another man's wife would fuck you in front of her husband. What would it feel like to have women tremble under your big cock and your beautiful body? Tyler had Jess’s eyes closed, giving her what looked like must be incredible pleasure. Her mouth was open, her lips curled over her teeth; she looked amazing.

Pete thought of the sunny morning in June seven years ago, pulling up the drive, bringing home his wife and his newborn son. He walked them in and Jess came straight to the family room, exhausted, and she sat right where she was this moment and cradled Pete Jr. while the sun came in the window and lit them until they glowed. Pete had sat down in this same chair, feeling overcome, so filled with joy, watching her, weak but resilient, as she rocked their baby hidden away in his pale yellow blanket with the blue teddy bears on it. Now Jess was stretched out over the arm, her little hole that had delivered Pete his boys being stretched wide in a different way. She was still beautiful. He still loved her. In many ways, he was overcome by his love for her, just like that June morning.

The muscles of her back rippled, her lats flexing with each thrust, a glimpse of her ribs pressing out her skin when she inhaled when Tyler got too deep; her breathy gasps as she encouraged her young stud to deliver more pleasure to her. Her pale blonde hair swinging, lamp light turning it white where it passed through. He watched the jiggle of her perfect woman-ass as Tyler’s palms spread it wide and his hips thrust against it; the muscle of her thigh, the tendons of her knee as she flexed and gave this kid something to drive against; her pretty feet, so small, the toes splayed out and clenching the carpet. This was the woman he loved. This was who she was. This was natural human copulation, and she was loving it. This was her without Pete, and it was wholly dangerous. But she deserved this gift—deserved to be delivered to a heart-pounding orgasm by a physical specimen that dampened her panties.

He’d like to think Jess would return the favor if he found himself with a willing Playmate. Some twenty-year-old vixen who wanted Pete inside her. Jess might, but she would never be tested. He would not attract any buxom young ladies. And if he did, he still wouldn’t rock their world with what he had between his legs—if he ever found the courage to take it out of his pants and show it to them. Besides, he had his Jess. Really, he would take her over any lay with some sexy cutie-pie stripper or whatever. Jess was ten times the woman. She understood her husband, and they worked like a team. She was also goddamn gorgeous.

“Ah, Pete, he feels so good. Oh, baby.”

Tyler bit his own lips into his mouth and slammed it into Jess so deep Pete thought he must have hurt her. But Jess bucked against him, let him bury it all the way inside her, drive it in to his balls and hold it, probably flexing it inside her. She moaned and tilted her head back, said, “Oh, yes.”

Tyler grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back hard and started pounding again, sending ripples through her flesh. Jess’ fingers dug into the arm of the couch and she cried out into the ceiling, her eyes shut, her face clenched—somewhere between pain and pleasure.