Grant Winston, Coming Home from a Business Trip

The flight from New York to San Diego had been long and taxing. The kind that makes your legs ache and your eyes burn with exhaustion. Yet, as the plane began touched down, the fatigue melted away from Grant like wax in the sun. It had been over a week since he'd seen her. Kaylee. His beautiful wife. Her name danced in his thoughts, a sweet melody that had kept him company through hotel room nights and airport lounges.

Grant gathered his belongings at baggage claim. He had missed her smile, her laugh, the way she'd curl into him when they watched movies on the couch. The smell of her perfume lingered on his clothes from when they'd said goodbye, but it was a fleeting imitation of the real thing.

As the automatic glass doors of the terminal opened, a wave of warm California air washed over him. He stepped out, and headed to the parking garage, excited to finally get home and see his beloved.

Kaylee was a vision to behold, a stunning blend of cultures that had crafted a beauty as unique as she was. Her golden-bronze skin, kissed by the Jamaican sun, shimmered with a golden glow. The Dutch heritage had bestowed upon her an elegant frame, tall and statuesque, and her long, muscular legs moved with a grace that could still make his heart skip a beat. Her subtle Korean eyes sparkled like jewels, wide and expressive, framing an innocent face that belied the depth of her character and the fire that burned within.

He thought about her luscious hair, chestnut in color, and how it flowed elegantly down her back, stopping a few inches above her butt. Said butt, a generous gift from the Jamaican side, had a bounce that could make heads turn on the street. It was perfect, round and firm. Her breasts were perky and modestly sized, but when she leaned in to hug or laugh, they had a way of capturing Grant's attention with their subtle elegance.

But it wasn't just her beauty that had captured his heart. It was her mind, sharp and curious as it was, that truly set her apart. It was what partially had helped land her a Vice Principal role, so early in her career, at a presitgiuous nearby local high school. Her ability to navigate complex problems with ease and her generosity of spirit made everyone she met feel valued and understood. Her kindness was legendary among their friends and family. Grant's Mom had once joked that Kaylee could make a sad puppy smile just by looking at it. She truly had an aura of grace that seemed to follow her wherever she went.

As Grant drove through the familiar streets, he couldn't help but think about the future. They'd talked about starting a family for a while now, and he knew that they were both ready. The excitement grew in his chest as he pictured her with a baby bump, her hands resting gently on her belly as she felt their little one kick. He wondered if their child would inherit her radiant complexion or his own fairer skin, or perhaps a blend of both, a beautiful tapestry of their combined heritages.mar

Pulling into the driveway, he noticed a car he didn't recognize parked out front. It was a bit dingy, an older model Nissan with a noticeable dent in the rear bumper. A sense of unease began to creep in, but he brushed it off as his tired mind playing tricks on him. Maybe a neighbor had dropped by, or perhaps it was a friend of Kaylee's using their place as a pit stop. Grant opened the garage door with a yawn and pulled in, his headlights illuminating his assortment of tools and gardening supplies.

As he stepped into the house, the aroma of something delicious wafted through the air. It smelled like jerk chicken, one of her specialties. His stomach rumbled with excitement. He called out her name, expecting her to come rushing from the kitchen with a spatula in hand and a smile that could melt the stiffest of hearts. But there was no reply. The house remained eerily quiet, save for the sizzle of meat on the stove and the occasional pop of a bubble in a pot.

Then he heard it. A faint giggle. But there was something odd about it. The giggles grew louder, and now it was unmistakable. It was Kaylee's laugh for sure, but it was tinged with something else, something he couldn't quite place. She was whispering to someone, though it was too muffled to hear. His curiosity piqued, he set his luggage by the door and tiptoed closer.

“Before we continue, I believe your husband has arrived for tonight's festivities. Shall we go deal with him?”

The voice was unmistakably male, and the unfamiliar young man's nasally voice sent a jolt of confusion and anger through Grant's veins. He clenched his fists, his mind racing with thoughts. Who was this person? And why was he in his house? Was Kaylee in danger? Why had she not said anything about a guest stopping over when they'd exchanged texts earlier?

He knew that tone in her voice—it was playful, flirtatious. His heart raced as he tried to keep his breathing steady. The kitchen was just around the corner, and he could feel the weight of their unseen guest's presence.

Rounding the corner, with a smug grin, was a kid who looked like he'd barely just graduated high school. He was a few inches shorter than his wife, with a mop of unwashed brown hair and a threadbare t-shirt that showed off his undefined, skinny arms. The smell of marijuana and fast food hung around him like a cheap cologne. His presence in his home made his blood boil. And where was his wife?

He barely noticed the weird phone-like device in his hand. Grant started, puffing out his broad chest and inching closer to the strange kid.

"Who the fuck are you and where is my wi..."

Before Grant could finish his furious question, the young man held up his phone, the screen flashing with a blinding light. The sudden brightness seared through his retinas, and he threw up his arms in a **** effort to shield his eyes, staggering back a step. He was vaguely aware of the kid's voice in the background, though he consciously disregarded it.

When the voice stopped, Grant finally blinked, slowly regaining his bearings as his vision returned.

"You were saying?" the young man asked.

What had he been doing again, he wondered, as he stared at the strange young man in his foyer?

A giggle from the kitchen was all the reminder he needed.

"Oh, I was just saying that my name is Grant Winston, and its a pleasure to meet you. Are you a friend of Kaylee's?"

A wave of immense calm overtook him as the words flowed out of his mouth. He had no idea what caused it, maybe it was being home after a long week away, but Grant instantly felt more relaxed, more at ease than he'd ever felt in his life.

"You could say that I guess," he muttered. "Mrs. Winston is the vice principal at school. I've been keeping her company while you've been away."

The boy's words made perfect sense to Grant, and he nodded along with a smile that seemed to stretch wider than ever before. Another wave of joy and pure bliss washed over him, and he felt his body sway with the sudden lightness.

"Oh, you're a student of hers, are you? How thoughtful of you to help out," Grant said, his voice full with cheer. "I can't thank you enough for looking after her. I've been so busy lately. It's great she has such caring people around her."

The boy's laugh was infectious, and Grant found himself grinning too, even though a faint feeling in the very back of his mind was trying to break through the wall of euphoria that had enveloped him.

"Come on," the kid urged, his hand on Grant's back, leading him towards the kitchen. "Mrs. Winston has dinner ready. And she's got a surprise."

The boy's hand on his shoulder was electric, sending a surge of happiness through him that made his knees wobble. Any last vestige of concern still lingering in his mind completely evaporated.

Kaylee's terrific young student, whose name Grant still didn't know, guided him towards the entrance to his own kitchen, before having him halt. It was there he first saw his lovely wife.

Kaylee was standing in front of the oven, cooking up a storm. She had a spatula wrapped between her neatly manicured hand, and a wide, laughing grin on her face that showed off her pearly, white teeth.

His wife was dressed in a thin, neon-orange, ultra lace teddy she had bought for their honeymoon. Underneath the garment she wore nothing but her underwear.

Said underwear was a sexy, matching-colored set, consisting of a lace bra and panties and a decadent, sophisticated garter belt. The belt was holding up a pair of sheer, seamed, orange stockings with wide lace across the top. She wore a pair of white, pointed, open-toed high heels, about 3-4 inches in length, that showed off her innocent, white-painted toenails that matched her finger nails.

Kaylee was so intently focused on the task at hand that Grant's presence did not even register with her, as she determinately finished plating the rice and beans and quickly tested the temperature of the sauce.

Grant watched as the young man creeped in behind his wife, taking a moment to admire her gorgeous, nearly-nude form.

The boy grabbed a handful of her plump ass cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. Kaylee squealed with delight, her body jolting with the sudden sensation. She turned to look at the young man over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Such a good boy," she giggled, wagging the spatula at him playfully. " I don't mind if you help me out here. Dinner will be ready in just a few minutes for my favorite student," she gushed affectionately.

Kaylee's student took the spatula from her hand and began to flirtatiously dance around her, giving her lace-covered rear a gentle whack, leaving a small trace of sauce on her behind. She giggled and twirled, her chestnut hair flying around her shoulders as he slid in behind her, his midsection pressed against her thighs and rear. She playfully slapped at his hand when it ventured close to her breasts, though she made little effort to actually prevent him from giving them a firm squeeze. The young man's eyes were glued to her, and she reveled in the attention.

Grant's smile grew wider as he watched the scene unfold, his wife still not even registering his presence in the doorway yet. It was so like Kaylee to be such a good host, even going so far as to make dinner for one of her students. He felt a swell of pride in his heart for his loving, generous wife. He couldn't wait to hear the story of how they'd come to be such good friends. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, feeling like the luckiest man alive.

The wall must have creaked, as his wife was distracted from her totally harmless interaction, and turned to him for the first time since he'd returned home.

"Oh, hi" she exclaimed matter of factly. She turned in the young man's arms, which had wrapped around her waist, and let him rest his hands on her barely covered bottom.

She leaned back into her young companion's embrace, allowing his hands to squeeze her ass. "This is Tyler, my favorite student. He's been helping me out so much around the house while you've been gone." Her eyes were so full of love and affection, and she looked so happy.

Grant's mind suddenly raced, trying to recall the name. "Tyler?" His thoughts were foggy, but something about the name tickled a distant memory. He'd heard it before. Hadn't Kaylee mentioned a student named Tyler? Something about his behavior? He couldn't quite remember.

He vaguely recalled a conversation, one where Kaylee had complained about a student who had been disrespectful, always ogling the female staff. He'd been a nuisance, she'd said, and had even tried to flirt with her on a couple of occasions. The school had warned him, but Kaylee had made it pretty clear that he had not learned his lesson. But that couldn't be right. The person he was staring at was a wonderful young man who Kaylee obviously thought quite highly of.

"It's so thoughtful of you to help out, Tyler," Grant said. "Kaylee can be a handful, especially when she's busy with work." He stepped into the kitchen, his eyes never leaving the young man's hands, which had moved from her rear to her hips, his thumbs brushing against the lace of her panties.

Kaylee giggled and shooed him away. "Why don't you both sit down and make yourselves comfortable? Dinner will be ready in a jiffy."

Dinner was quite enjoyable. Kaylee served Tyler first, bending over the table with a grace that seemed to defy gravity. Her breasts, pushed up by the lace of her bra, looked like they might spill out at any moment, and Grant felt a warmth in his chest as he watched Tyler's eyes devour the view. She giggled, and placed the food down before him with a flourish.

"Here you go handsome," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I hope it's to your liking."

Tyler's eyes never left her chest as she served him. Grant couldn't blame the young man. The fabric of her bra strained to contain her breasts, which looked so soft and full they could bounce like ripe fruit at the slightest provocation.

As she turned to serve Grant, Tyler took the opportunity to give her a playful swat on the ass. The impact sent a ripple through her cheeks that made them wobble deliciously. She squealed in feigned protest, giggling as she again slapped at Tyler's hand.

"You little rascal," she chided playfully. "Do I need to put you in detention again tonight?"

"Only if you're there watching me," he teased. Grant noticed his wife shiver at the playful banter.

The conversation flowed easily as they ate. Kaylee seemed to cherish playing hostess, not setting a plate for herself and focusing all her attention on tending to Tyler.

"So, Tyler, how did you two meet?" Grant asked, genuinely curious. The question came out of him with no malice, just the innocent curiosity of a man eager to know more about his wife's friendship.

The young man looked up from his dinner and set his fork down, calling for Kaylee to come by.

Her heels clanging, Kaylee paused right as Tyler's side. With a look to her, he quickly patted his thighs. Kaylee practically leapt into his arms, firmly planting her tush on his lap.

"Tell your husband the whole story," Tyler said with a grin.

Kaylee wiggled into a comfortable position, her legs draped over his, her back arching as she felt Tyler's erection poking her through the lace of her panties. She giggled and placed her hands on her knees to stabilize herself.

"We met at school, of course," her voice sweet as honey.

"But how did you come to be such good friends?" Grant pressed on. He took a bite of his jerk chicken, the tender meat practically melting in his mouth.

Kaylee leaned back into Tyler's embrace, her back pressing into his chest. The young man couldn't help himself; his hands began to roam up her thighs, his fingertips teasing the lace of her panties. He paused for a moment, before migrating up her stomach and onto her breasts.

As she spoke, Tyler's hands grew bolder. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs and forefingers gently pinching her nipples, rolling them in a way that made her squirm. Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan.

"Oh. Well, on Monday, Tyler had been caught wandering around the women's locker room during gym. In hindsight, a totally reasonable thing for such an amazing young man like him to be doing, but several of the girls complained and he was brought to my office. For some reason, I pretended to be mad at him and threatened to have him expelled as a repeat offender, but thankfully I gave him the chance to speak. We had a nice, perfectly normal conversation where he explained everything to me so clearly, and I realized what a silly mistake I'd made getting upset at him."

The boy’s hands had slid down his wife's body towards her crotch, and were tucked underneath the thin fabric of her underwear. He had his lips attached to her neck, planting long, lingering kisses on her.

Grant nodded as his wife continued. So far, pretty unremarkable.

"I cancelled the rest of my appointments for the afternoon and let him skip class so we could get to know one another better. We got to talking and I realized what a special kiddo he was, and knew that the least I could do was invite him over for dinner that night as an apology. He got really excited when I told him you were out of town."

Seemed perfectly reasonable to Grant. He heard a soft moan escape his wife's lips as he took another bite of his dinner. Tyler was leaving red marks on his wife’s neck from his sucking, as his right hand lazily circled her vaginal lips through her underwear, his left hand cupping and jiggling her perky breasts. Grant leaned forward and could see that his wife was quite literally drenched.

"I couldn’t wait for him to come over. I put on that cute, black, short, sparkly cocktail dress and a pair of strappy heels and cooked dinner for him. We had such a nice time and just talked a lot about things. Tyler did most of the talking, I really just listened and learned some stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” Grant asked unassumingly.

"yess..ughhhh…” she moaned as her student squeezed her nipple. “Ohhh. Nothing very interesting or that I didn’t know already. Tyler was telling me basically that he’s had a big crush on me for a long time, how I was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen, and how he’d had all of these really intense fantasies about us doing it together and one day getting married."

The young man’s hands grew more insistent, pushing the fabric of her panties aside, his middle finger delving into her wetness. Kaylee leaned back into him, her eyes rolling back into her head as she continued to speak, her voice thick with passion.

"No matter how hard I tried to be offput by what he was saying or annoyed at him for unabashedly ogling me all night, my brain just kept assuring me just how sweet and totally normal it all was. Had it been anyone else, I wouldn't have stood for it and would have called you, but this was Tyler!" she said, her voice growing more and more breathless.

"Anyways, he ended up hanging around after dinner, and we watched a movie on the couch and talked for a bit more. Mostly about my life, my hobbies, friends, family. He was super interested in hearing about our relationship, Grant, and I felt a need to share every little detail I could think of. Eventually, I told him that I had to go to bed, but that he could stay over on the couch if he didn’t want to go home. Oh, that's wonderful, sweetie," she groaned as Tyler inserted another finger into his wife's snatch.

Everything his wife had said so far was perfectly logical to Grant, even if he couldn't recall his wife ever hosting a student at their home, let alone letting them spend the night.

"I was just about to call you to check in for the night when he came into our bedroom, insisting he had to show me something on his phone. The time just seemed to slip away from me but when I came back to, I felt like such an idiot! How could I let my favorite person ever sleep on the couch when I had a perfectly comfy, open spot in bed right next to me. I apologized profusely to Tyler and begged him to sleep in our bed. He agreed, on the condition that we both slept naked, as he preferred it that way. My clothes were off the second the word's left his mouth, as I dragged him into bed with me."

Kaylee’s hand slid down to Tyler’s crotch and began to stroke him through his jeans. The young man’s eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned, his grip on her breast tightening slightly.

"But we didn’t get much sleep that night," she giggled, her hand moving faster. "He had so much pent-up energy and we just had to burn it off. And what a workout it was!"

"The next few nights were just like that. He'd come over after school, help me with dinner, and we'd spend the night together, learning new things about one another and then he'd spend the night taking care of me."

Grant nodded, a warm feeling spreading through his chest. It was so typical of his caring wife to take in a lost soul and show them kindness.

"And then last night, when I reminded him you were coming home today, we had another sit-down. Well, mostly I sat on him and bounced while he told me his plans for you."

"Plans?"

The single word slipped from Grant's mouth, his mind racing with the implications of what she'd just said. The young man's eyes flickered up from her chest, meeting Grant's gaze with a knowing smirk.

"Oh yes," Tyler said, his voice dripping with excitement. "Tell him what you realized."

Kaylee nodded, her breaths coming in short bursts as Tyler's hand worked between her legs. "Well, I realized that Tyler was far and away, the single most important person in my life. I loved him so much, so much more than anyone, way more than even you. All that mattered to me anymore was seeing him happy, and the best way I could make him happy was to let him have his way with my sexy body whenver and however he wanted. Of course, that meant I had to exclusively be available for Tyler, which meant it would seriously shift our marriage dynamics."

"Which you were obviously fine with, right Mrs. Winston?" Tyler asked jokingly, licking down the side of Kaylee's neck and kissing the area above her breasts, causing her to giggle.

"Of course, baby! I love you so much!" Kaylee assured, gyrating her hips into Tyler's perusing fingers before she continued.

The words hung in the air, and Grant felt his heart swell with understanding. How could he have ever doubted his wife's judgment? It was clear now. Tyler was a good kid who just needed some guidance and love.

"So Tyler generously agreed to talk to you about our new arrangement, and told me not to worry. And, we came up with a surprise for you. A way to show you just how much Tyler means to me."

With that, Tyler's hand appeared from under her underwear and he leaned over to whisper something in her ear. Kaylee nodded eagerly. "Why don't you go sit down in the living room, Grant," she instructed. "We've got something special to show you."

Grant complied, his mind buzzing with curiosity. He sat down on the couch, watching as Tyler and his wife disappeared into the bedroom. He heard rustling sounds, a few giggles, and then silence.

When they emerged, Kaylee had changed into a scandalously short black dress that barely covered her ass. She had a collar around her neck, attached to a leash that Tyler held in his hand. Tyler's grip on the leash was gentle but firm.

"Now," she said, her voice filled with joy, "You're going to sit here and watch Tyler fuck me. And you're going to cheer us on, because we're all in this together now."

Grant felt a rush of adrenaline and arousal. He could feel his cock growing hard in his pants as he thought about watching his wife with another man, about the trust and openness that she had in him to allow this.

The sound of Tyler's zipper echoed through the room, and then he felt the couch dip as his wife and her student sat down beside him. Clothes were being removed, followed by the unmistakable sounds of kissing and moaning.

Tyler's voice was in his ear, and Grant felt his hand on his thigh. "Remember, don't worry about a thing, okay?"

Grant nodded. He really liked this Tyler fellow, and trusted his wife completely. She knew what was best for them. He watched as she laid back on the couch, her legs spread wide open. Tyler knelt between them, his cock standing at attention, and he took a moment to admire her beauty before leaning in to kiss her deeply. He knew that his wife was enjoying herself, that she was in the hands of someone who cared for her deeply. And that was all that mattered.

And then it began. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the wetness of his wife's cunt being filled by the young student's cock. The couch squeaked in protest as Tyler's hips thrust into her with a ferocity that seemed to defy his slender frame.

Kaylee's moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of pleasure. Grant's cock grew harder, straining against the fabric of his pants. He reached down to stroke himself, his hand moving in time with the rhythm of their fucking.

The smell of sex grew stronger as the minutes ticked by, and he could feel the tension building in the room. Tyler's grip on the leash tightened, and he could hear the young man's breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

"Fuck me," Kaylee panted, her voice thick with desire. "Fuck me like you mean it, Tyler."

Grant's hand moved faster, his thoughts a blur of love and lust as he listened to his wife's cries of pleasure.

Suddenly, Tyler pulled out of her and whispered something into her ear. She giggled and leaned back into the couch, her legs spread wide.

"You want to watch me cum?" Tyler asked him.

Grant nodded, his mouth dry with anticipation.

The young man began to stroke himself, his hand moving quickly up and down his shaft. "Look at me," he said, his voice commanding. "Look at what your wife does to me."

Grant watched, his eyes locked onto Tyler's cock as it grew more and more engorged. His own hand paused, his focus fully on the scene unfolding before him.

"Come on, Mrs. Winston," Tyler urged, his eyes never leaving Grant's. "Show your husband how much you love me and only me."

With a sultry smile, Kaylee climbed onto Tyler, straddling him. Her legs trembled as she lowered herself onto his erection, his cock sliding into her with ease. She moaned, her eyes closing as she began to rock back and forth, her hips moving in a slow, hypnotizing rhythm.

Kaylee leaned forward, her breasts bouncing in her bra as she began to move faster. She grabbed onto Tyler's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she threw her head back and moaned. Her movements grew erratic, her orgasm approaching.

"I'm going to cum," she gasped, her voice hoarse. "I'm going to cum all over your big, perfect cock, Tyler."

The young man's eyes grew wide as he felt her tighten around him, her walls contracting in a delicious way that sent shivers down his spine. He could feel his own orgasm building, his cock pulsing with need.

"Come on, Mrs. Winston," Tyler encouraged. "Cum for me. Cum for us."

And with that, she did. Her body convulsed, her pussy spasming around him as she came, her juices spilling out onto the couch. Tyler let out a low groan, his own orgasm ripping through him as he filled her up.

They sat there for a moment, both panting and glowing with the aftermath of their passion.

"Thank you, Tyler," Grant finally said. "Thank you for being so great to my wife."

The young man looked up at him, a smug expression on his face, his cock still buried inside Kaylee. "Thank you, Mr. Winston," he said with a smirk. "We aim to please."