Learning Lessons (2 of 8) Dinner For Three: Chapter 3

Jess was getting more and more nervous, preparing to make the leap here, get this going. It was closer to the time she had to do it. What if she never got the nerve? Let him say his goodbyes and get on that bike and ride out of their life? That really could happen.

Plus, there was a very good chance he’d say no, get himself the hell out of here. They were going to ask him to do something horribly ridiculous. He was kind of a macho guy—what would he think of being naked with another man in the room? She had to be sure he understood Pete was only going to watch. Pete wasn’t going to take his clothes off, wasn’t going to try to touch his penis.

She’d spent most of the dinner distracted by his body, even fully clothed. She might see him bare tonight, get to explore his perfect form. She’d been admiring his skin, his tattoos, his thick neck and traps, his square jaw, that full head of dirty blonde hair. He looked so out of place in her sweet household. This stud sitting in the home she shared with her boys and her husband. He took up so much space, too. Their house was small, just a three bedroom and eighteen hundred square feet. Tyler filled up the rooms when he was in them.

His hands looked so big, so foreign on her familiar steel cutlery. The stainless she’d brought from home when her mother died and her dad moved out to Arizona. The same cutlery she used when she was a little girl, that her family used every night. It gave her a naughty thrill seeing it in the hands of this dirty savage who was going to split her in two tonight—who’d already been inside her.

Those hands were thick and muscular. Well-groomed nails too, clean. The letters of Live Free were tattooed across his knuckles, done in the font from the dollar bill. The skin on the back of his hands was all inked: George Washington, water, maybe the Delaware, muskets. She knew Pete hated this, thought the tattoos were silly, but it turned her on. There was something sexy about it and she couldn’t put it into words. It was so wrong. Tyler was so wrong. Pete was right about that. Something about Tyler, however, made her tingle. When he came into a room, her heart quite literally skipped a beat. He turned her into a shy girl. But a shy girl who ached to be penetrated by him.

Yes, he wasn’t suitable for a mother of two who taught third-grade, Teacher of the Year Award winner, though that was mostly a popularity contest. That was probably what put that thrill in her belly. Being with him was ugly and selfish. That’s who she wanted to be sometimes. Ninety-nine out of a hundred days, she was the world’s best mom. She was a phone call away for any of the parents of the kids she taught. One night a week, she gave a dance lesson for free at the school. Ninety-nine days out of a hundred, she was a good person. Caring, loving, and sweet. One day out of a hundred, she’d like for it to be okay for her to get dirty. To roll up her sleeves and do the things that would shock her friends and family. One day out of a hundred would be for her.

“Well, that was great, Jess. Thanks for dinner. I hardly get a home cooked meal anymore,” Tyler said.

“My pleasure,” Jess answered him. Dinner was done. This was the home stretch. She was going to have to make things happen here as scared as she was.

Everyone was finished, staring at each other over the empty plates. She wasn’t ready for this. She had to stall him with pie.

“I’ll clean this up a little later,” she said. “There’s pie, but we should sit a minute, maybe…”

Pete said, “Why don’t we go into the family room and relax for a bit? Can I get you a whiskey?”

“I better not. I gotta ride my bike home,” Tyler said. Shit, they were going to lose him.

“Coffee?” Jess said, hearing the desperation in her own voice.

“Sure,” he said. Whew. She’d bought some more time.

Pete took Tyler into the family room while she got some coffee into the coffee maker. She had no idea, no plan at all, for how she was going to do this. Should she take her clothes off in here and just walk into the room naked? If he said no, then everyone would see her sad face on her naked body. A little embarrassing. God, running down the hall after him trying to apologize, her flesh jiggling as she went. Not good.

She’d have to be honest. try to explain it to him, but make it interesting. If this worked, they’d never get to that pie. All she had to do was find the nerve somewhere deep within her to get this party started. She talked a big game. She could be mean to Pete, humiliate his penis, tell him all the things she would do with Tyler. But that was when she was safe with Pete. She loved Pete, she knew him completely. She didn’t know Tyler. He’d given her a quick one in the back of the van, but he was a human being with a mind of his own. She wanted to use him like a living, breathing, warm human dildo. He could say no. Very likely say no. He could be disgusted by them. Who on earth would want to make love to a woman while her husband watched? He’d be right. They were kind of disgusting. And that’s what frightened her. The unknown. It was going to be up to her to warm him up, seduce him in front of Pete. She hoped Tyler would be okay with this. Hoped he wouldn’t be bothered with another man in the room while he did his thing. He could freak out at the prospect, even be angry.

The coffeemaker hissed away, and she prepared to join them. She rubbed her hands together. They were sweating. That was sexy. Hope Tyler likes thirty-five-year-old women with sweaty hands who want to have sex while their husband watches. Was she a freak? Little-girl-Jess could never have pictured this day in her future. No sexual freakiness for young Jess. Meat and Potatoes. When did she get so crazy?

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Pete sat in his chair, the recliner, a La-Z-Boy that he could lean back on and flip up the footrest. He’d run out of things to talk to Tyler about. He didn’t care about football, sports either, of any kind. It was getting a little weird in here. Jess came into the room finally, relieved him. She stood for an awkward moment, then smoothed her skirt under her and sat next to Tyler on the couch.

Pete thought Jess might die right there next to him. All the color had drained from her. She looked horrified. She knew what she had to do, but Pete thought she was going to lose the will. She didn’t look like the kind of girl who was able to make this happen. Not right now.

He could see her trying to swallow. Poor girl had got herself dry as a bone. There, she took a sip of her wine. Now she ran her hands up and down her thighs anxiously. Even Tyler realized she had something important to say, and he looked to her to hear it. What was her plan? How was she going to do this?

Then she said, “I was telling Pete how big your penis was and he didn’t believe me.”

Well, Jess, nothing like diving into the deep end.

“You what?” Tyler’s eyebrows peeled right back, bunching up the skin under his pompadour.

“He didn’t believe me.”

“Uh-huh.” Tyler was in a bit of shock, maybe. Probably thinking this is the part where Pete pulls out a pistol.

“Would it be all right if I showed him?”

“I don’t know.” Kid didn’t know where to look.

“I don’t want him to think I’m a liar.” She smiled. She was trying to be funny and light. Pete understood her strategy. This was all fun, Tyler.

Tyler looked from Jess over to Pete, everything getting clearer to him. He sat closer to the edge of the couch like he was getting ready to leave. “Hey, I get it. You’re one of those couples. For what it’s worth, it’s not the first time someone asked me to have sex with their wife. I just think it would be cool if you had let me know.”

Jess said, “Where’s the fun in that?”

“I get it.” Tyler stood up. He looked a little mad. Maybe he just didn’t know how to handle this. Who would? This was insane.

Jess was upset now—this was getting away from her, and Pete could tell she wanted it to come together very badly. She said, “Hey, don’t be upset, it’s okay. We didn’t know how to let you know. We’re letting you know now. This is the best way we could come up with.”

Tyler shook his head and shrugged, put his palms up. “You guys are crazy,” he said. But he wasn’t making his way to the door yet.

Jess stood up to face him. She put a hand on his arm but she struggled with what to say.

Pete said, “Tyler, it’s already done. I’m happy you two got together. For her. I love her. I want this for her. I want to see her happy.”

Jess said, bolstered now, “We hardly got a chance to get into it. I feel like I just got a taste of how good it could be. We’ve got all night. It’s warm, it’s quiet, we won’t be disturbed. We can show each other a real good time. Go really slow tonight and make it last.”

She didn’t come on too strong, didn’t rub herself on him, squeeze his muscles or hump his leg. She gave him his space. This is crazy, Tyler, she was admitting, but we’re not crazy people.

“I won’t say a thing. Won’t even know I’m here,” Pete said.

Tyler sat down on the arm of the couch. He wanted to stay. Wanted to be with Jess. He was looking to give himself permission. Pete knew it was going to happen now. If it wasn’t, this kid would be revving that crotch rocket down the street, annoying the neighbors.

Jess moved into him slowly, her thighs pressed against the side of his leg. He looked at her and she gave him her best sexy, bashful look. Expectant, glistening eyes, parted lips. She’d sunk him. He couldn’t say no, not to Jess, not when she was right here and in the mood.

She moved her lips towards his, drew him into her, and he fell for it. Their lips touched and Pete shuddered. He struggled to keep it in, keep himself together. He heard his breaths raspy as he pushed away the urge for them to turn to sobs. His face was stone, but inside he was screaming. It was horrible.

The two of them looked so good together, their soft lips pressing into one another. He wanted Jess to feel that excitement, know that passion. But she was being ruined right now. Ruined for his touch. He would never make her wet by taking his shirt off. He would never have a head of hair like that. He could take as much steroids as he could handle, he just would never have a body like that. Jess would never dream about Pete’s cock. And all those things that Pete wasn’t and was never going to be were here right now for her to enjoy, pulsing under her fingertips. Would she ever even desire him after this? How would they survive something so enormous?

His hand came up and covered his mouth. He pulled his cheeks down; a man witnessing a horror.

Their kissing was passionate. They rolled their heads and slowly tasted each other. He could see their tongues sliding over one another, see Jess pull his tongue into her mouth, bite at it gently with her perfect teeth.

Tyler’s hand came around her waist, rested on the crest of her buttocks. He squeezed her flesh gently, and he could hear her moan. The wet sounds of their mouths working over each other were going to drive him mad. Smacking, slurping, kissing. The room was dead quiet but for those noises and they seemed too loud, too dirty for the room. But he couldn’t deny that he’d stiffened inside his pants. He could feel himself throbbing down there. The head of his dick was pressing uncomfortably straight out, twisted in his briefs and sticking the front of his khakis out. He twisted it out of the fabric and pushed it to the side.

Jess broke away from Tyler and they looked into each other’s eyes. It was like Pete wasn’t even in the room. Both of them stared at each other, breathing heavy. Jess rested her hands on his broad chest, ran them down his body, over his shirt. She watched her hands on him, watched her hands pull his shirt out of his pants and slide it up his body. She watched him being revealed. Pete saw him, vain, flexing his abs for her, straightening and crunching them down. She pulled the shirt up and over his head and he lifted his big arms for her, so she could get it right off. He let her take him in. He liked being looked at.

Pete had to admit, he looked like he was out of a movie. His chest was a broad slab, capped by shoulders like cantaloupes. His waist was narrow, his abs bulging, defined. Jess drank it up. He saw his wife admiring his body, running one hand over him, feeling his hardness. She looked mesmerized.

She bowed to him, kissed her way from his neck down his body, her hands up above her going over his chest and shoulders. She took a nipple in her mouth and she sucked on it. She worked it gently, her head rocking around, her eyes closed as she pulled it into her mouth and gently ran her teeth over it. It was getting Tyler. His eyes closed, and he leaned his head back. Jess worked on the other one, kissed her way over to it, took that one into her wet mouth. Her hand was on the ridged column of his midsection. Her fingertips squeezed at the slabs of muscle, her fingers traced the edges of each ridge, moving over him like she was drawing him.

Then something bizarre. She stopped, gasped, high and breathy. Her thighs clamped together and he could see her rump flexing under her tight dress. She did it again, said, Ah, and hunched a bit, her hands turned to claws on his skin. Then she was immobile. Pete was one hundred percent certain his wife had just come. His little brat got herself so worked up she just made herself come by touching this guy’s beautiful body. His heart went out to her. He wanted to cross over and give her a big hug, crush her against him. He was so happy for her. This was what he wanted. He wanted her to feel that crazy ecstasy, get herself charged up. Enjoy those feelings that Pete would never put into her. She was a beautiful young woman. Happy, healthy, hard-working, and kind. This was what she deserved in life.