First Lesson

Emma's question snapped Kyle out of his daze and he nodded, his cock still half-hard from the recent encounter. He followed her into the bathroom, the heat from their bodies mixing with the steam that had already begun to fill the small room.

Emma turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until it was perfect. She turned to him, her eyes gleaming as she began to strip off her clothes. Her blouse fell to the floor, revealing her lacy bra. She shimmied out of her skirt, her panties following suit. Kyle couldn't help but stare as she stood before him, completely naked, her body glowing with a soft sheen of sweat.

Her eyes never leaving his, she reached behind her and unclipped her bra, letting her breasts fall free. They were full and firm, her small pink nipples already hard with desire. She stepped closer to him, her hand reaching for his belt. He allowed her to undress him, feeling a thrill as she took his cock in her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting it go.

They stepped into the shower together, the hot water cascading over their bodies, washing away the sticky remnants of their tryst on the kitchen table. Emma handed Kyle a washcloth and a bottle of shower gel, her eyes never leaving his as he began to lather himself up. The scent of the lavender soap filled the air, mixing with the musk of their arousal.

Kyle's eyes roved over Emma's naked form, his gaze lingering on her breasts as the water trickled down her body, caressing every curve and hollow. Her nipples were still pebbled from their encounter, and the sight of them made his cock twitch back to life.

Emma watched him with a knowing smile, her own arousal evident in the way she touched herself, her hand sliding down her body to trace the line of her pussy. She stepped closer, taking the washcloth from him, her hand brushing against his hardening cock.

He gasped as she began to soap him up, her movements slow and deliberate. She took her time, her hands gliding over his chest and stomach, down to his thighs. The feel of the warm, wet fabric against his skin was almost too much to bear. He closed his eyes, his body trembling with the effort of not reaching for her, not taking her again just yet.

Emma's hands moved up to his cock, her thumb tracing the vein along the length of his shaft. She squeezed gently, her eyes never leaving his as she began to stroke him. The water beat down on them, their breaths mingling in the steamy air.

Kyle leaned into the feeling, his hand reaching out to cup her breast, his thumb circling her nipple. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut, and he knew he had hit the right spot. He felt her hand tighten around his cock in response, her strokes becoming faster, more urgent.

The sound of their breathing filled the shower, the only music to their erotic dance. The water sluiced over their bodies, making their skin slick and wet. Emma leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're going to make me cum again, Kyle," she whispered, her voice a mix of desire and challenge.

He took the hint, his hand moving down to cup her ass as he pulled her closer. His cock slid between her legs, finding her slit without effort. If only Tom listened carefully he would hear grunts and moans coming from his bedroom widow. But Tom was too busy pushing the mower around the yard.

Finally, Emma couldn't take it anymore. With a gasp, she came, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. She leaned against Kyle, her legs trembling. They finished cleaning themselves up, the water washing away the last vestiges of their tryst. Kyle stepped out first, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. He offered one to Emma, his eyes never leaving hers as she stepped out, her skin flushed with desire.

They padded down the hallway to the living room, their skin still damp from the shower. The couch beckoned to them, and they fell into it, their bodies entwined as they cuddled close.

The TV was playing some reality show, the background noise a comforting reminder of the mundane world outside their bubble of lust. Kyle's arm was draped over Emma's shoulder, his hand cupping her breast, idly playing with her nipple as they watched.

She turned her attention to Kyle, her fingers dancing over his arm. “You’re getting comfortable here, aren’t you?” she teased.

Kyle smirked, stretching his legs out. “Why wouldn’t I? A comfy couch, good company, and a man who does all the work while I sit back and relax? Feels like home already.”

Emma laughed, throwing a piece of popcorn at him. “Don’t get too comfortable. We still have a lot of work to do.”

“Oh yeah?” Kyle raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “Like making sure Tom really learns his place.”

Kyle shivered slightly at the sensation but grinned. “I like the sound of that.”

Just then, the sound of the lawnmower sputtering to a stop echoed through the house. A moment later, the front door creaked open, and Tom walked in, his shirt clinging to his skin from sweat, his hair slightly disheveled.

Kyle stretched lazily, his arm still draped around Emma. “You done?”

Tom nodded, breathing heavily. “Yeah… yeah, it’s finished.”

Emma tilted her head, pretending to examine him. “You look exhausted, darling.”

Tom offered a weak smile, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “Well, it’s been a while since I’ve had to do yard work.”

Kyle chuckled. “Guess you should get used to it.”

Tom’s lips parted slightly, as if about to protest, but then he shut them again, nodding. “I guess so.”

Emma reached out, taking his hand in hers. “Go take a shower. You smell like sweat and grass.”

Tom sighed, nodding as he walked off towards the stairs, his steps heavy.

As soon as he was out of sight, Kyle turned to Emma. “You really enjoy this, don’t you?”

She grinned, curling up closer to him. “More than I expected.”

Kyle smirked. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”

***

Lunch was set at the dining table, a light meal of grilled chicken and salad. Tom sat across from Emma and Kyle, still slightly damp from his shower, his posture a bit more submissive than usual.

Emma twirled her fork between her fingers, giving Tom a thoughtful look. “Darling, there’s something I want to discuss with you.”

Tom looked up, chewing slowly. “What is it?”

Emma reached over, resting her hand over Kyle’s. “I want to help Kyle grow into a confident young man. And part of that means learning how to be assertive in all aspects of life.”

Tom swallowed. “Okay…?”

She smiled sweetly. “Including intimacy.”

Tom blinked, his fork pausing mid-air. “What do you mean?”

Emma tilted her head. “I want to teach Kyle how to kiss and such.”

Silence stretched between them, the only sound the quiet hum of the refrigerator. Tom’s jaw tightened slightly.

Kyle leaned back, his voice smooth. “You TRUST YOUR WIFE, don’t you, Tom?” This did take same effort, but at the same time Kyle felt that it was easier than before, he did not even black out after giving this suggestion.

Tom’s expression wavered for a moment. His mouth opened as if to argue, but then his eyes clouded slightly. He nodded, his voice subdued. “Of course. I… trust my wife.”

Emma smiled approvingly. “Good. Then if you see Kyle kissing me, or playing with by breasts, or touching my leg, what are you going to do?"

Tom’s eyes darted between them, his hand tightening around his fork. “I’m going to... let you guys do your thing?”

“Tom, that's good. But I want you to do more than just let us be. I want you to be a part of it, in a way. You know me, and you know what I like. So, when Kyle is with me, and he’s not quite sure how to kiss me, or how to touch me just right, I want you to help him.” Emma said, her voice sweet but firm.

Tom took a deep breath, trying to digest the idea. It was one thing to know that his wife was sleeping with someone else, quite another to be asked to give pointers. But he had made a commitment to her, to do whatever it took to keep her happy. He nodded slowly. “Okay, I can do that.”

Kyle’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Really? You’d help me get your wife wet?”

Tom managed a **** smile, pushing down his resentment. “Of course. Anything to help you guys out.”

Emma leaned back in her chair, pleased. “Good. Now, since we are done eating, I think it’s time for you to teach Kyle a bit." Emma moved her chair closer to Kyle's and looked back at her husband, "Well?"

Tom took a deep breath, his face flushing as he tried to focus on the task at hand. Emma nodded, her smile encouraging. "It's okay, Tom. Just tell him what to do." She turned to Kyle, "And you just follow my hubby's instructions."

Kyle shook his head, "Sure, I will do exactly what Tom tells me." His cock was hard again just at the thought of being instructed by Tom to kiss and touch his wife.

Tom took a sip of his water, his throat dry as he began his instructions. "Alright, Kyle. First, take Emma's hand," he said, his voice tight. Kyle complied, his chubby fingers intertwining with hers. Her skin was soft, and he could feel her pulse quicken.

"Now, gently move your hand up to her neck," Tom continued, his gaze flicking to Emma's face, trying to gauge her reaction. She remained calm, her eyes locked on her husband's. Kyle felt the muscles in her neck tighten slightly as he touched her, but she didn't pull away.

"Good. Now, lean in and give her a kiss," Tom's voice was softer now, almost a whisper. Kyle leaned in, his heart racing. He brushed his lips against hers, feeling the heat of her breath against his skin. It was a gentle, almost chaste kiss, but it sent a bolt of electricity through him.

Emma parted her lips slightly, and Kyle took that as his cue. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, tentatively at first, but then with more confidence as she responded. He felt Tom's eyes on them, watching every move. It was strange, but also incredibly arousing to have Tom's around for this.

As they kissed, Tom's voice grew softer, almost lost in the sound of their breathing. "Use your tongue, but only if she does first," he murmured. And just as he said it, Emma's tongue slipped into Kyle's mouth, stroking his with surprising passion.

Kyle moaned, the sound muffled by their kiss. It was a fucking ****, even sex they had this morning did not feel so hot and exciting as this kiss.

"See?" Emma said, her voice a low purr. "If you just do what Tom tells you, everything will be fine." She looked over at Tom, her grey eyes filled with a mischievous glint. "Now, why don't you teach Kyle how to handle me when I sit on his lap?"

Tom's eyes widened, and his face reddened. For a moment Kyle thought that he would need to use the "mindfuckery" again but surprisingly Tom took a deep breath and stood up from his chair. "Ok, I'll show you." His voice was strained, his posture rigid as he approached them.

Emma looked at Tom with a mix of amusement and excitement, she could see his internal conflict but also knew that he would do as she asked. She slid off the chair and onto Kyle's lap, straddling him. Her skirt rode up, revealing the tops of her stockings and the curve of her ass.

Tom hovered awkwardly beside them, his hand hovering in the air before he finally placed it on Kyle's shoulder. "Ok, so you put your arms around her waist like this," he said, his voice thick. His hands demonstrated the motion, ghosting over Emma's body before withdrawing again.

Kyle copied the motion, his arms wrapping around Emma's waist. His cock pressed against her thigh, and she giggled, squirming slightly to adjust herself. "Now, you need to make sure she's comfortable," Tom continued, his voice tight with jealousy. "Hold her just right so she can grind against you."

Emma's breath hitched as Kyle's grip tightened, and she began to move against him. The friction sent waves of pleasure through her, and she couldn't help but lean into it. She watched Tom, as his face contorted with a mix of anger and arousal. "Why don't you go wash the dishes, darling?" she said sweetly, her voice dripping with innuendo. "We'll just keep practicing here."

Tom's eyes narrowed, but he knew better than to argue. He took a step back, his gaze lingering on his wife's body as she writhed on Kyle's lap. He turned and headed to the kitchen, his jaw clenched tightly.

Emma leaned back into Kyle's embrace, her breasts pressing against his chest. "Now, baby," she murmured, her voice dripping with desire. "Kiss me like you mean it."

Kyle didn't need any further prompting. He leaned in, capturing her lips with a hunger that surprised even himself. His hands roamed over her body, feeling the softness of her breasts, the curve of her waist, and the heat between her legs. She moaned into his mouth, her hips moving in a slow, seductive rhythm.

The sound of the kitchen sink running was the only thing that reminded them Tom was still in the house. It was a stark contrast to the passionate scene unfolding behind his back. Kyle felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the heady scent of Emma's arousal and the feel of her body moving against his.

Emma's hands slid up to Kyle's hair, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. Her legs tightened around his waist, urging him to grind against her. She could feel the fabric of her panties growing damp with her desire, and she knew that Kyle felt it too.

Tom's reflection in the kitchen window showed his tense posture as he scrubbed at the dishes, his eyes never straying from his wife and her lover. The water in the sink grew hotter as Tom's anger boiled over. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as he scrubbed. But every time he thought about walking away, about putting an end to this charade, he remembered that his wife needs his help and that he should trust her.

Just couple feet away, Emma whispered into Kyle's ear, her breath hot and urgent. "I want your cock inside, now." Her voice was a siren's call, and Kyle felt himself growing harder at the mere mention of it. She shifted in his lap, her pussy rubbing against his erection, leaving a wet spot on his pants.

"What? Right here? You husband is right here!" Kyle whispered, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and fear of getting caught.

Emma giggled, her voice low and seductive. "Mmhmm," she murmured, her breath tickling his ear. "It makes it even better, doesn't it?"