The Morning Of The First Training Day

The next day, Kyle found himself in front of Taylor's place with some of his luggage, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

"Oh, hi..." After a couple of knocks the door opened up and Tom's skeptical gaze met Kyle's. The man's biceps flexed as he leaned against the doorframe, his muscular chest peeking out of his tight, sweat-soaked shirt. "You're here," he said, his tone flat.

"Yes... sir," The last word was practically squeezed out of Kyle's mouth as he stepped inside, feeling Tom's gaze as strongly as he had ever felt it. He knew he'd be playing with fire, living under the same roof as Tom, but the thrill of it all was too much to resist.

"Listen... kid, I don't know what kind of game you are playing, but my wife decided to take pitty on you and man you up," Tom said, his voice gruff but not unkind. "And she also decided that you need a dorm here, so I guess you do."

"Tom, stop being such a hard ass," Emma chastised gently from the kitchen, her voice carrying down the hallway. "Kyle's here to learn how to be a real man." Soon enough she appeared in the hallways looking as stunning as ever, her hair in a loose bun and an apron around her waist that accentuated her curves. "Now, Kyle, why don't you tell Tom to take your luggage to your room, and then you can tell me what you'd like for breakfast."

"Now wait a bit!" Tom protested, his eyes narrowing slightly at the thought of Kyle bossing him around.

Emma shot him a look that was half warning, half playful. "Tom, darling," she purred, "Remember, Kyle is my student now. He's going to need to learn how to take charge and be confident." She turned to Kyle with a smoldering gaze. "Kyle, your first lesson is to assert your new role in our home. Tell Tom to take your luggage to your room."

Kyle felt a thrill run through him as he took a deep breath and turned to face Tom. "Tom," he began, his voice a little shaky, "Could you be a dear and take my luggage to my room? I'd really appreciate it."

"Oh, Kyle, that is not how you give an order. Let me show you," Emma said, stepping closer and placing her hand on Kyle's arm, her touch sending a jolt through him. She leaned in, her breath warm on his neck. "Look Tom in the eyes and tell him, 'Take my luggage to my room, now.' No pleases or dears."

Kyle took a deep breath and turned to Tom, summoning the courage he never knew he had. "Take my luggage to my room. Now," he said firmly, trying to keep his voice steady. It is not like Kyle was not sure about the strength of the "mindfuckery" commands on Tom, it is just that the process of ordering a man twice his age and twice his weight was daunting.

Tom's eyes narrowed slightly, but then, with a grumble, he bent to pick up the luggage. "Alright, I'll do it," he said, his voice a mix of irritation and confusion. Kyle couldn't help but feel smug as he watched Tom comply.

As Tom disappeared down the hallway, Emma took Kyle's hand and placed it under her apron, "Daddy, feel how wet you made me," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. His hand found the warm, slick mound of her pussy, a clear testament to how much she enjoyed watching her husband obey her young lover.

"Hey, what are you two whispering about?" Tom called out from down the hall, his footsteps growing louder as he approached the kitchen.

"Oh, just discussing the house rules," Emma replied sweetly, pulling Kyle's hand away and smoothing out her apron. "Kyle, why don't you tell us to make you some breakfast?"

Kyle felt his cock twitch at the thought. He turned to Tom, his voice a little more confident now. "I would like a big breakfast. You can make me eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice."

Emma nodded eagerly, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Of course, Kyle." She turned to her husband, "Tom, make sure to not screw up the eggs, okay?" she teased, her voice dripping with a hint of authority.

Tom's jaw clenched, but he remained silent as he made his way to the kitchen. Kyle watched him go, a surge of boldness rising within him. He turned to Emma and gestured her to get closer. She complied, her breasts pressing against his chest as he reached behind her, his hands finding the softness of her flesh. He began to knead her gently, feeling the firmness of her nipples through her shirt as Tom started cracking eggs into a sizzling pan. The smell of cooking bacon filled the room, and Kyle's stomach growled in anticipation.

Emma couldn't help but moan softly as Kyle's hands roamed over her body, her eyes closing as she leaned into his touch. As Tom's actions halted and he reached for the salt, a brief pause in Kyle's touch allowed Emma to regain a semblance of composure. Seeing Tom back by the stove, Kyle leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a deep, hungry kiss as his hands found their way under her shirt.

"How do you like your eggs, Kyle?" Tom's voice was gruff, almost making Kyle lose his balance.

Emma's eyes fluttered open at the sound of her husband's voice, and she turned back to make sure he was still occupied with cooking, his broad back to them. She then looked up at Kyle, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"Over easy." Kyle's fingers traced circles around Emma's nipples, his voice muffled by the kiss. The sound of the spatula clanging against the pan was the only response from Tom, but at that moment he didn't really care. The thrill of having his wife right behind her husband was too delicious to let anything else matter.

When Tom finally turned with the plate of steaming eggs, bacon, and toast to the table, Emma had already pulled away from Kyle. Yet her red lips clearly bore the mark of his passionate kiss. She took her seat right next to Kyle, leaving Tom **** but to sit at the far end of the table. The muscular man's eyes narrowed, but he remained silent, setting the plate down in front of the young man with a thud.

"Thank you, Tom," Kyle said, his voice still carrying the echo of authority. "It smells delicious."

"It's the least I can do for... our new roommate," Tom said through gritted teeth, "Can you please make some room?" he added, pointing at the empty place near Emma.

Emma didn't miss a beat. "Actually, Tom, Kyle is going to sit at the head of the table from now on," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "After all, he's the man of the house now."

Tom's face turned a shade of red that matched the perfectly crisped bacon on Kyle's plate. "What the hell are you talking about?" he bellowed, slamming the plate down harder than necessary.

"Now, Tom," Emma said, her voice taking on a firmness that Kyle had never heard before, "You know that Kyle is here to learn from us. It's important that he starts feeling in charge right from the start. Besides, you could use a little break from being in charge all the time, couldn't you?" She gave Tom a look that was both challenging and annoyed, and Kyle could see the beginnings of a headache forming on the older man's forehead.

With a huff, Tom took his seat at the far end of the table. This was a close one, Kyle thought, it is good I did "mindfucked" him in the right way yesterday.

With a practiced ease, Kyle picked up his fork. His other hand, as if drawn by an invisible thread, made its way beneath Emma's apron. "Thank you, Emma," he said, his gaze unwavering as it remained fixed upon her.

Her smile mirrored his own, and Emma gently placed her hand over his. "You're welcome, Kyle," she replied in a tender whisper.

Tom's eyes snapped back to the table, his gaze falling on their entwined hands. He took a deep breath and cleared his throat. "So, Kyle, are you gonna help out with the chores around here?"

Emma's laughter filled the room, a sound that was both sweet and slightly mocking. "Oh, Tom," she giggled, "you're so cute. Kyle isn't here to do chores."

Tom's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening as he set down his coffee mug. "What do you mean?"

Emma leaned back in her chair, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Kyle is here to learn from us, darling. That means he'll be the one telling us what chores to do."

Tom stared at her, disbelief etched into the lines of his face. "You can't be serious," he said slowly.

"Oh, but how else I teach him? This IS the only right way, darling," Emma said, her voice filled with cold sweetness. Her eyes danced with amusement as she watched the range of emotions flit across Tom's face. She knew that Tom was a proud man, and the idea of being bossed around by an 18-year-old boy would be a hard pill to swallow. And that only fueled her arousal.

"Okay, okay, I get it," Tom said, his voice tight as he took a bite of his toast. "What is the plan for today then?

Emma gave Kyle a sly look before turning to Tom. "Well, darling, Kyle and I are going to relax on the couch and watch some TV. You, on the other hand, have a little lawn to mow."

Tom chuckled, shaking his head. "We have a gardener for that. We're hardly going to mow the lawn ourselves."

Emma leaned over the table, her breasts pushing against the fabric of her shirt, and spoke in a voice that was a mix of playfulness and command. "But, darling, it's not about the garden, it is about following Kyle's orders." She turned to her young lover with a smoldering gaze. "Isn't it, Kyle?"

Kyle felt a thrill as he nodded, his hand still resting on the warm mound beneath her apron. "Yes, Emma," he said, his voice firm. "Tom, I want you to mow the lawn."

Tom stared at them both, before finally nodding and standing up, "I will go change," he said gruffly, trying to hide his annoyance. As soon as he was out of the room, Emma turned to Kyle with a wicked smile. "You're getting good at this," she murmured, her hand sliding up his thigh to grip his growing erection. "Now, why don't I give your usual morning treat? Right here, on the kitchen table?"

Kyle felt his cock throb in response. "Yes, Mrs. Taylor," he said, his voice thick with playfulness and lust. "I would like that very much."

Emma giggled, a sound that was both innocent and sinful at the same time. She stood up and leaned against the kitchen counter, using her hands to lift up he apron.

"Mrs. Taylor, you are so naughty!" Kyle said when she pulled the apron high enough to show that she has not panties on. She winked at him before hopping onto the kitchen table. The sound of Tom's footsteps was a signal for Emma.

"Slow down," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his as she leaned back on her elbows, her legs spread wide, waiting for Tom to pass down the hall, she turned back to Kyle. "Let me do the honors." She reached for his fly, her fingers deftly working the button and zipper until his cock sprang free.

Emma licked her lips before wrapping her hand around his shaft, her grip firm and knowing. She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate, watching the pleasure build in his eyes. Kyle's hips jerked slightly in response, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp.

"Emma, I can't wait," he breathed, his voice ragged.

"Patience," she chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We want to make sure my hubby is good and busy before we start making noise." She leaned in and took the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.

Kyle's knees almost buckled at the sensation, his eyes rolling back in his head. He had to grip the edge of the table to keep himself upright. She took her time, teasing and licking until he was on the edge.

When she finally pulled away, he could see the smear of precum on her lips, and he knew he was close to losing it. "Emma," he growled, his hands reaching for her thighs to pull her closer.

"Not yet," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. She positioned herself so that her pussy was right in front of his face. "Taste me," she ordered.

Without hesitation, Kyle obeyed, diving in to lick and suck her clit. He could feel her legs begin to tremble beneath his grip as she moaned, her body reacting to his expert ministrations.

Tom's mower roared to life outside, the noise a perfect cover for their illicit activities. Emma pushed Kyle away, panting, "Now, Kyle, now you can have me."

With a groan of need, Kyle pushed her back onto the table, his cock sliding into her slick heat. The sound of the lawnmower drowned out their cries of pleasure as they fucked, Emma's legs wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his back.

They moved together, a silent symphony of passion and power, each thrust driving home the reality of their new dynamic. Kyle's mind raced with the thought of Tom, unsuspecting outside, while he claimed his wife's body once again. The thrill of it all made him even harder, his strokes becoming more urgent.

Emma met his every move with a desperation that matched his own, her orgasm building with each slap of their bodies against the cool kitchen tiles.

"Yes, Kyle! Fill me up," Emma gasped, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he pounded into her, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was both familiar and thrilling.

"You're so tight," Kyle murmured, his voice strained as he fought to maintain control. "You're always so eager for me."

"Mmhmm," she moaned, her hips rising to meet his every thrust. "I love being your cheating slut! Make me cum, baby!" Her words sent Kyle over the edge and with a final grunt, he emptied himself into her, filling her up as he had promised.

The two of them lay there, panting and spent, for a few moments, before Kyle pulled back from Emma's tight hole. "We should clean up before Tom comes back inside," he looked at some broken eggs on the floor, his mind racing with the thrill of what they had just done.

Emma nodded, a lazy smile on her lips. "No, let him do that," she said, her voice still husky from the passionate encounter. "It's his job now." She pushed herself off the table, her legs wobbly but her confidence unshaken. She bent down to pick up her apron, slipping it back over her waist as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Now, want to hit the shower?"