Lesson #2

With a wiggle of her hips, she managed to position herself just right, her pussy lined up with his cock. Kyle felt the warm, wet heat of her, and it was all he could do not to thrust into her right there. But Emma had other plans. She leaned back, her hands on his shoulders, and pushed him down slightly. "Let me do the work," she whispered, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

He watched, his breath hitching, as she raised her hips and slid herself down onto his cock. The feeling of her tight pussy enveloping him was almost too much to handle. She was so wet that he slid in easily, her walls gripping him like a glove. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, muffled slightly by the fabric of her skirt.

They moved together, their bodies a tapestry of desire. Kyle's hands roamed over her breasts, tweaking her nipples until she gasped. She leaned back into him, her hands gripping his thighs for leverage as she began to move faster. The tension in the room was palpable, their movements growing more urgent with every passing second.

Tom could hear the soft sounds from behind his back, his own breathing harsh in his ears. He knew what they were doing, and the thought of it made his cock throb painfully against the fabric of his pants. He tried to focus on the dishes, but his mind kept drifting back to the sight of his wife's legs wrapped around that teenager's waist.

Emma's eyes were closed, her head thrown back as she rode Kyle's cock. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling with each thrust. Kyle's eyes remained locked on hers, watching as she reached the peak of pleasure. It was like nothing he had ever seen before.

Tom gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the sounds coming from behind his back, "Emma, Kyle, if you don't need me, I'll just... "

"No, Tom," Emma's voice was a sweet purr, "Stay. But don't turn around."

Tom froze, his eyes flickering to the kitchen doorway. He knew he should figure out what was happening. The sounds of their passion grew more intense, and Tom's suspicion grew into a knot in his stomach. He gripped the edge of the counter, his heart racing as he tried to convince himself that he was overreacting.

"Fuck, Kyle, you are so good... with your hands, your mouth..." Emma moaned, her voice echoing through the house, growing more **** as she approached climax.

Tom's body was rigid, his hands clenched tight around the dishrag. He couldn't move his neck to look behind, but the wet slap of skin against skin was unmistakable. His suspicion grew into a heavy weight in his gut as Emma's moans grew louder, more fervent. He knew that sound, knew it wasn't just grinding anymore.

"Emma, what's going on?" he asked, his voice strained. "It sounds like... "

"Just stay there, Tom," Emma's voice was a breathless whisper, filled with an underlying tone of command. "Just listen, I am so close. Yes, pinch them, oh fuck Daddy, yes! MAKE ME CUM!"

The room seemed to shudder, Tom clenched his eyes shut tightly as Emma's voice reached a crescendo, her body quivering with the intensity of her climax. The sound of her pleasure was like a punch to the gut, a stark reminder that his worst fears were coming true. He could feel the heat of a blush spreading up his neck, his mind racing with a tumult of emotions.

After what felt like an eternity, the noises began to subside. He heard the soft sound of bare feet on the tiles, and Emma's sweet voice, "Okay, Tom. You can turn around now."

Slowly, as if in a daze, Tom did as he was told. When he faced them, his jaw tightened. There was his wife, sitting casually on the kitchen table, her skirt hiked up to her waist, her blouse unbuttoned. She was smiling at him, a knowing glint in her eye. Kyle stood next to her, looking flushed and slightly out of breath, but otherwise untouched.

"Everything okay?" Tom's voice was gruff, a mask for the turmoil raging inside him.

Emma's smile grew wider, "Never better, darling. Kyle was so good with his hands, he made me cum. He is such a good student, is he? Learning all about what makes a woman feel good."

Tom felt a flicker of anger, but he knew better than to argue. He nodded stiffly, his eyes flicking between Emma and Kyle. "Yes... I'm just going to... go now."

Emma's smile didn't falter. "No, Tom," she said, her voice still that same sweet purr, "I need you to stay. I want you to do something."

She opened her blouse some more to show her breast. Her nipples were red and clearly spotted a teeth marks. She looked at Tom, "See, Tom? Kyle is so eager to learn. Now, I want you to show him how a man pleases a woman. Get in between my legs, and let him watch how it's done."

Tom's pride was bruised, but Emma's tone left no room for argument. With a heavy sigh, he stepped over to the table, his eyes never leaving hers. Tom knelt down, his knees hitting the cold tile floor. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm in his chest.

His wife spread her legs wider, revealing her pussy to him. It was swollen and pink, a stark contrast to the pale skin of her thighs. White ropes of liquid were already leaking out of her, painting a glistening path down to her ass. The sight was both arousing and infuriating. He knew that being a good husband meant to help his wife in every way she needed, even if it meant teaching this teen brat how to please a woman.

Tom took a deep breath and leaned in, his face just inches from her sex. He could smell that stale odor of man's cum, and his stomach turned. But Emma's eyes bore into his, filled with a mix of excitement and challenge. He trusted her and she told him it was just grinding, so it was. He has to stop being suspicious and do as she said. He stuck out his tongue and licked gently at her folds, tasting the saltiness.

Kyle watched with rapt attention, how the man who chastised him just days ago was now licking cum from his wife's pussy. The irony was not lost on him, and a smug grin spread across his face. He leaned back against the chair.

Emma's eyes fluttered open at the first touch of Tom's tongue, and she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. She reached down and gently pushed his head further between her legs, urging him to clean her thoroughly.

Tom's tongue worked methodically, tracing the path that Kyle's cock had taken, lapping at the remnants of the teenager's cum. He tried to ignore the bitter taste, focusing instead on the task at hand. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and anger, but he knew that his place was to serve his wife, regardless of his own feelings.

"Good boy," Emma murmured, her voice low and sultry. "Just like that."

Tom's tongue delved deeper, exploring the warm cavern of his wife's body, cleaning away the evidence of Kyle's earlier intrusion. The taste grew more familiar, less foreign, and his own arousal began to build despite his resentment. His pride was in shambles, but his love for Emma was unshakeable.

Emma, noticing Tom's tented pants, couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. Her plan was working. She turned to Kyle, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Why don't you come here and sit by me?" she said, patting the edge of the table.

Kyle sauntered over. He sat down, one leg swinging casually over hers, his hand resting on her bare thigh. Emma leaned in, her dark hair cascading over her shoulder as she captured Kyle's mouth in a deep, lingering kiss. Tom's eyes widened at the sight, his own cock responding involuntarily.

"Look at that, Tom," she whispered, pulling away from the kiss. "Look how hard you are just from watching your wife kiss the neighbor's boy."

Tom's eyes flicked down to his crotch, and sure enough, his erection was pressing against the fabric of his pants, a clear sign of his body's betrayal. He wasn't sure it was because of the sight of Emma with Kyle or the taste of her pussy juices on his tongue. Either way, it was a humiliating revelation.

Emma's gaze followed his and she chuckled, her hand stroking Kyle's thigh, tracing the outline of his erection. "Looks like someone's enjoying the show," she said, her voice dripping with seduction. "Why don't you tell us, Kyle, do you need some relief too?"

Kyle nodded, his cock pulsing with the excitement of being so openly discussed. "Yeah, Mrs. Taylor," he said, his voice cracking slightly.

Emma turned her attention to Tom, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge. "Why don't you tell us, Tom, how a sexy woman should treat a young, eager cock like Kyle's?"

Tom felt his face heat up, but he knew better than to protest. He took a deep breath and began to speak, his voice tight. "Well, first you need to make sure it's nice and clean," he said, his eyes on Kyle's erection.

Emma nodded, her gaze flicking between the two of them. She leaned over and took Kyle's cock in her hand, stroking it lightly. "Just like that?" she asked, her voice innocent.

Tom swallowed hard, his eyes glued to the sight of Emma's hand wrapped around Kyle's thick erection. "Yeah," he managed to croak out, his throat dry. "Start by stroking it gently, just like that."

Emma's hand moved up and down in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her thumb circling the sensitive head of Kyle's cock. "Like this?" she asked, her voice teasing.

Tom nodded, his own arousal growing as he watched his wife handle the teenager's cock so expertly. "That's right," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "Now, lick your hand. Get it wet, it feels better."

Emma complied, her tongue darting out to wet her palm before returning to Kyle's cock. She stroked him faster now, her hand moving in a smooth, practiced motion that had Kyle's hips bucking slightly. Tom couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at the ease with which his wife handled brat's cock.

"Good," Tom said, his voice thick with his own desire. "Now, use that hand to cup his balls. Gently squeeze and tug. It'll drive him wild."

Emma's other hand trailed down to Kyle's balls, her fingertips grazing the soft, velvety skin before wrapping around them gently. She squeezed and tugged as instructed, her eyes never leaving Tom's. The sight of her touching Kyle's cock was like a brand on Tom's soul, a mix of anger and arousal that was almost too much to bear.

"Good," Tom murmured, his own cock straining against his pants. "Now, you should keep that rhythm going, but listen to Kyle's reactions. If he gets too close, you need to get ready to catch his cum."

Emma's eyes gleamed as she looked at Tom, her hand never stopping its delicious torment of Kyle's cock. "Where do you think he should cum, darling?" she asked, her voice a purr.

Tom's mind raced, the image of Kyle's erection and his wife's hand around it burning into his mind. "I don't know," he managed to say, his voice strained.

Emma's hand moved faster, her thumb flicking over the head of Kyle's cock, a bead of precum forming and glistening in the dim light of the kitchen. "Tom, faster," she whispered, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Where do you want this sweet, young cum to land? You can choose your own face, or mine."

Tom's eyes darted from her face to Kyle's, and then back to hers again. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but he knew what his duty was. With a resigned nod, he leaned back, his jaw clenched. "On you," he ground out. "Let him cum on your face."

Kyle's eyes widened at the words, his hips jerking slightly as he felt himself approaching the edge. He watched as Emma promptly dropped on her knees and continued jerking his cock, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his skin, her tongue flicking out to lick away the precum.

Tom's heart was racing, his mind a tornado of conflicting thoughts and feelings. He knew he had no real say in the matter, but Emma had given him a choice, and he had made it. He felt a strange mix of anger, arousal, and submission as he watched his wife eagerly prepare to receive the teenager's cum.

Emma's hand moved faster, her eyes locked on Tom's, challenging him. Kyle's breaths grew ragged, his body tense. "Mrs. Taylor," he gasped, his voice tight with need. "I'm going to cum."

Emma's grip tightened, her thumb pressing firmly on the base of his cock as she leaned closer, her cheek brushing against the shaft. "Go ahead, Kyle," she murmured, her eyes never leaving Tom's. "Cum on my face, darling."

Kyle's body spasmed, his cock pulsing as ropes of hot cum shot out, painting Emma's face. She closed her eyes, her mouth parting slightly as the sticky fluid coated her cheeks, her nose, and her chin. Her hand continued to move, milking him of every drop, her own arousal spiking at the sound of his pleasure.

Tom's own cock was painfully hard, his body betraying his mind once again. He watched as the last of Kyle's cum dribbled onto Emma's chin, and she opened her eyes, a smug smile playing on her lips. "He cums a lot, much more than you, Tom," she said, her voice still that sweet purr.

Tom couldn't help but feel a twinge of inadequacy, his pride taking another hit. He knew his wife was only teasing him, but it stung all the same. He **** a smile, trying to keep his composure. "Looks like it," he said, his voice tight.

Emma leaned back, her hand releasing Kyle's cock. She used her thumb to wipe a trail of cum from her cheek, and put it in her mouth, "He taste better too, in fact..." Emma swiftly leaned in to Tom's face and kissed her husband deeply, her tongue pushing past his teeth and sharing the taste of Kyle's cum with him.

The act was so bold, so brazen, that Tom couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal mixed with his anger. He knew that Emma was pushing his boundaries, but the taste of another man on her lips was undeniably intoxicating.

Pulling away, Emma licked her lips, the taste of Kyle's cum a delicious secret shared between her and Tom. "Now, darling," she said, her voice still a purr, "Why don't you go take care of that hard-on? Make sure to use your hand and think about what you just saw."