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The Lesson
by Robin (robin2003@clara.co.uk)
***
Our early years of marriage. A day out with an exciting
end. I learned how to make love to my wife from
watching a true master. (MF, voy, wife)
***
Part One: The train
God! But she was beautiful in those days. Not that
Jenni is any less beautiful now, but she was
unbelievably stunning back then. Since though, time and
the bearing and rearing of children have taken their
toll. Jenni still is a very good looking woman, a
little thicker than she would like, but all in all,
very pretty for a fifty something year old woman. Her
beauty goes further than the depth of skin. Jenni is
one of those people who is just naturally lovely,
without a mean bone in her and very few times has an
unkind thought for anyone. It makes her popular and
sought after as a friend.
Back in those days of our early marriage, when we
didn't have the encumbrance of children or a mortgage
or money worries, we just enjoyed ourselves,
discovering each other and growing up. Halcyon days
they were indeed and in truth, somewhat missed now.
Back in those days, Jenni's figure was 34" 22" 36". Her
hair was, and still is, dark blonde. Her skin was
flawless and glowed with vigour. Dark blonde lashes and
a ready smile framed blue eyes that seemed to see
beyond the norm. She was slender with medium sized
breasts high on her chest. One has always been slightly
larger and higher than the other. It is her deformity,
as she laughingly puts it.
She has and had what are called child bearing hips. She
proved that to be wrong, never able to carry to full
term. It proved fatal to our child on one occasion, but
the other two have survived to be parents themselves.
Jenni's hips were a feature of her figure and, given
the overall package, in no way detrimental to the
vision she was then.
It took me some time to learn how, but I have and still
do, love that woman more than words could ever justify.
In those days, we were just getting to know one another
and fancied each others bodies to distraction, and why
not? Screwing like the proverbial rabbits and
discovering our bodies and what they were capable of.
We didn't have the encumbrance of children as I said
earlier, neither did we have a car or very much money,
but it was enough. Our weekends were spent going out,
anywhere that took our fancy. Just pack some food in a
rucksack, buy a couple of train tickets and disappear
for the weekend.
This particular weekend was just one of those times
when we left the rigours of work behind and explored
the freedom of the country. I still have some old
instamatic photos of our trip to Dorking in Surrey, my
birth place.
Occasionally, I look at the old and curled pictures and
remember the day. One of the pictures is of her
crossing a style into a cow field. The River Mole in
the background. She was laughing her head of because
she couldn't work out how to get her leg over. It is a
great shot. She had a red and black collared top on
that was closely fitted and accentuated her wonderful
form. Her dark blue corduroy shorts showed her
fantastic legs off to the full, but the smile radiates
from the acetate and glows. It is a treasured photo.
We laughed all through the day. She got scared by the
size of the Friesian cows that looked disinterestedly
in our direction while we crossed their field. We made
love on the bank of the river and as usual, it was over
before it began. I suffered badly with premature
ejaculation. It was a real problem then and very
frustrating, fortunately, and filled with the clamour
of youth, I was able to reload and the second time was
far more gratifying, but hardly rocked her boat. Jenni
admitted years later that she often wondered if that
was all sex was about and wondered why she had been so
scared as a girl.
We were still laughing on the train home, sitting in a
musty carriage that smelled of British Rail's very own
brand of staleness. It was one of those carriages that
were connected with a side corridor and had separate
booths along the length with blinds on the window.
I remember the conversation. I don't have a naturally
retentive mind, but some things stick out through
association. We laid a stupid bet, one that neither of
us had any real intention of wanting to win or even try
out, but as an argument will escalate to spiral out of
control, so this bet gathered pace and fed on its own
velocity. I bet Jenni that I could get the phone number
of a complete stranger before she could. It had to be a
member of the opposite sex and a five pound wager was
placed between us. Five pounds was half of my wages in
those days.
The train stopped at East Croydon which was a terminus
then. Long seconds turned into even longer minutes and
it looked as if we were to sit on the train for some
time. The bet was set during that wait and opportunity
being the mother of invention, was immediately taken up
by both of us.
I admit to leering at the young girls who patiently
waited for our train to pull out so they could catch a
later one. I leered, cajoled and tried my best to
attract any girl to become even remotely interested in
me. My failure was spectacular especially when two
girls openly pointed at me and laughed derisively. I
even resorted to whistling at some ugly girl, desperate
to win the bet. Her scorn was palpable and hit me hard.
A man's ego is a fragile thing and so easily dented or
even mortally wounded. I was wounded by the failure and
gave up on the venture.
Jenni on the other hand, not only had a guy's phone
number, but was entertaining another guy in the
carriage. She told me later that all she did was flash
her eyes at him and that was all she needed. My
deflated ego had a hard time digesting that.
I really don't remember him too much. Probably, he was
covered in spots with badly fitting clothes and
halitosis. See, even now I am jealous.
They were deep in conversation, facing each other on
opposite bench seating. She was leaning back with her
arms crossed over her breasts; he was leaning forward
and sat on the edge of the musty seat. If I knew then
what I know of body language, I would have recognised
her withdrawal from him, while he was exuding his
willingness to get to know her rather more closely.
I slid the door open and in the slip second it takes to
assess the scene, smiled at her. Jenni smiled back and
flashed her eyes in triumph. She had won the bet in
spades and knew it, but wanted this guy gone.
I sat next to her and put my arm around her shoulders.
He got the message when she leaned into me and kissed
my mouth. With no further word, he left us to the
relative peace of the carriage and its eddying dust
motes that swirled in the shafts of sunlight.
Unforgivably, I challenged her to double or nothing. I
mean; how stupid can a bloke be? The answer is right
here on the other side of the keypad of my laptop.
The result was a forgone conclusion and I had no chance
at all. By the way reader, I should say that I am not
ugly by any means. That isn't a boast on my part,
please believe that. I was a reasonably good looking
guy, slender and clear skinned with good hair. But, I
may as well have been Quasimodo. In fact, he might have
even scored before me.
So, I returned to the carriage, once again deflated in
the ego department and found that once again, Jenni had
scored and was entertaining another young guy. Instead
of sliding the door open, I watched her at work on the
poor sap. He was obviously smitten by her loveliness
and it was obvious that he was having trouble keeping
his hands off of her.
For her part, she seemed to be rather more interested.
She leaned forward towards him and her hands were
animated as she spoke. He was also leaning forward with
his hands clasped together, a scant inch from her bare
knees that she held together. His eyes were almost a
big as saucers as he took her face and body in.
I really cannot remember what he looked like except
that he wore faded jeans and a jacket over a chequered,
open necked shirt. I do remember the shoes though,
because I have always wanted a pair of tan coloured
suede dessert boots.
She looked over to me and smiled a conspiratal wink and
I signalled that I would stay right where I was,
observing the scene as it unfolded before me.
They continued to talk, their voices muffled by the
grimy glass of the partition. Both of them expressing
their points in pronounced flurries of expansive hand
gestures that punctuated speech. Then he got up quite
suddenly and sat next to Jenni and smiled her assent to
his closeness. She turned to face him and glanced at me
over his shoulder momentarily, then concentrated on his
face.
I watched as she folded one leg under her and stretched
the other in a languid fluidity of motion. It was an
open invitation, albeit subconscious, but an invitation
none the less and he read it as such. His hand lightly
dropped onto her knee and stayed there.
The train lurched into motion with creaking and the
sound of shunting buffers. It picked up speed and left
the station platform behind. I hardly noticed; my
attention was totally enthralled at my wife and this
guy whose hand was travelling ever so slowly up the
outside of her thigh.
I could see her lips were parted and moist. They had
become coloured slightly as they always did when she
got excited. It acted like a beacon to me in our sex
life, knowing that she signalled her readiness to
couple in this way as well as other obvious signs.
They were still talking, although I couldn't hear what
was being said, but her smile and the way she studied
his eyes told me that his advance was not entirely
unwelcome. His hand had continued to traverse over her
thigh and was now resting on her waist. Then Jenni
surprised me. Her animated hands suddenly grasped his
face and drew him forward into a kiss that must have
done similar things to his nervous system as it was
doing to mine.
Her breast was cupped in his large hand and she leaned
back against the wall of the carriage, unfolding the
leg she was sitting on so that it passed behind him
along the seat. He was between her parted knees,
massaging her breast through the stripey top and bra
underneath. Involuntarily, her hips thrust forward in
readiness to mate. He knelt up on the seat and lay
against her, blocking my view a little with his
jacketed torso.
They continued the embrace, kissing in a passion that
was quickly becoming out of control. He had pulled the
bottom of her top from out of her shorts and he had
managed to grasp her tit under the fabric. It was
perhaps the hottest scene I had ever witnessed, made
all the more exciting by the knowledge of how she felt
in my hands and knowing that her nipples were extremely
sensitive to touch. It also added to my increasing
arousal, not being able to see exactly what he was
doing.
Jenni broke the kiss and gently pushed him back. She
said something to him and started to come towards the
sliding door. I stepped back out of sight so that he
wouldn't see me as he followed her progress with hunger
in his eyes.
Once out of the carriage, she slid the door shut and
came to me. Her arousal was plainly obvious in the
bruised colouring of her lips and her heat as she threw
her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply.
She breathed into my mouth, asking me if I like what I
had watched and if I wanted her to stop and not go back
into the carriage.
I told her just how hot she and the guy looked, how
sexy I found her and watching as she was getting it on
with this stranger, but I warned her to be careful, we
didn't know the guy.
Jenni reassured me that she had it under control and
then dropped a complete bombshell, would I like her to
take him home and fuck him properly with me watching.
God only knows where she got that idea from, but it
took me less than the space of a blink to whisper in
her ear, God, yes.
She had told him she was going to the toilet and should
get back quickly, but that she loved me, that she was
having the day of her life and wanted this more than
anything.
With that, she slid the door open and returned to the
carriage and his waiting and eager arms.
I let them settle back into an embrace before resuming
my voyeuristic vigil. The train pulled into Norwood
Junction and halted briefly for alighting and departing
passengers. Then, the journey to Forest Hill continued
and their love making or at least, the overtures to it
began again.
He had her top pulled up, exposing her bra covered
breast. It was so sexy, seeing his hands kneading her
flesh while sunlight glinted through the window and
played over her alabaster coloured skin and flashed on
the whiteness of the lacy fabric.
Deftly, he unclasped her brassiere with one hand and
freed her tits from confinement, only to be confined by
his hand on one and his mouth on the other. I knew that
it would drive Jenni wild and saw the effect his
ministrations were having as she arched her back and
gasped.
I was aware of another person beside me and looked as
my viewing had been joined by another guy. He
acknowledged me with a wink and then craned his neck to
get a better view. I guess my position at the window
didn't help and in a comical way crawled across to the
other side so his view would be uninterrupted.
My gaze returned back to find that He was standing in
front of Jenni. She was slowly unzipping his trousers
while looking up into his eyes, her head tilted back
and her dark blonde hair cascaded down her back in
careless profusion of curls.
Her hand quested inside the aperture and brought forth
his cock. Her eyes widened at the size of his uncut and
engorged cock, just as mine did. He was enormous in
comparison to me and a moment of concern crossed my
mind. He was likely to hurt her with such a huge
weapon.
Slowly, Jenni's hand encircled his rigid member and her
lips parted in a wicked smile as she licked the end and
passed her tongue over her lips. I knew she was doing
this as much for the show as for her own pleasure and
blessed her for the effort she was putting in.
She pulled back his foreskin and gradually, the
distance between his twitching cock and her mouth
closed. It was like watching a docking of space
capsules in slow motion. Her mouth opened and his
exposed head passed into the warmth of her moist mouth.
I watched fascinated as inch by inch, she took him into
her throat until she must have enveloped five inches or
so. Worryingly, there was still another three or four
that was wrapped in her fist.
Her head began to bob, her cheeks puffing as his length
slipped backwards and forwards in an increasing pace.
She kept it up for a while, alternatively sucking and
licking him, running her tongue around the ridged end.
He was having difficulty in standing, the motion of the
swaying carriage and her mouth conspiring to upset his
balance.
Jenni pulled him from her mouth and adjusted her
position in front of him, then smiled up at him while
she allowed his re-entry into her waiting haven. Only
this time, she took her hand off of his cock and
grasped his buttocks, controlling his movement and
helping him to stay steady. In an amazing act, she
plunged her head forward and took his whole length into
her throat.
The guy standing opposite me groaned and sprayed his
semen over the floor in an unabashed hand job. He
grinned sheepishly at me and said this was the hottest
thing he had ever seen. I nodded my agreement, a little
shocked at his casual attitude to masturbation, and
returned to the unfolding act.
He was buried deeply into her, rocking his hips and
fucking her throat. I could see the progress of his
cock as her neck expanded and contracted with the
motion. Jenni had sucked me on a few occasions, but it
didn't look anything like this and I wished I could
measure up to his length.
He grabbed her head and gently pulled his cock from her
mouth, it was obvious that he was in danger of flooding
her with his seed. Jenni had other ideas though and
grasped his purple ended dick and swallowed it in a
furious motion of fucking him into her throat. She had
every intention of taking him all the way and savouring
his come.
He threw his head back, his eyes clenched tightly and a
rictus like grimace pulled the corners of his mouth
tight. Then he came and shouted something as the first
wave of his ecstasy exploded from him closely followed
by shudders of ejaculation as he filled her mouth.
Jenni withdrew him, licked the last drops from his
glistening gland and then opened her mouth wide to show
him his seed as it played across her tongue.
He said something I couldn't make out, but his reaction
as she swallowed the whole amount was unmistakable, it
didn't need a lip reader to see him say, "Oh fuck me."
The other guy who had joined me in our voyeurism shook
his head in awe and said what a lucky guy her partner
was. My reply foxed him for a moment when I said that
indeed, I truly was a lucky man.
Forest Hill came up shortly afterwards, just enough
time for them to adjust her clothing and for him to
calm down. I realised I had the tickets and needed to
get one to Jenni, luckily, the platform was on her side
of the carriage. I managed to drop her ticket as I
wordlessly passed between them and stepped onto the
platform.
She was going to take him home and I needed to get
there first.
Luckily, a bus was just leaving the stop as I ran full
tilt and jumped onto the platform. It would give me a
head start and allow me to prepare.
Continued in part two: The bedroom
I managed the trip to our house with no events.
Shutting the door with a slam, I raced around the
house, desperately thinking of where I should be when
they came in. I was still trying to work something out
when her key opened the door and their laughter drifted
up the stairs.
I risked a peek over the banister and watched as they
ripped clothes off of each other. Jenni had her leg
hooked around his waist and her mouth planted on his.
Gasps and grunts punctuated their frantic efforts to
kiss, screw and divest their clothing, all at the same
time. He lost balance and fell to the carpeted stair
with her on top of him. She giggled as he pulled her
top over her head and off of her raised arms.
His shirt parted from her pulling at it and dropped to
the floor to join her bra and discarded top. He managed
to stand again and undid the button of her shorts. They
too dropped to the detritus of shed layers. He was
about to yank her panties down, but she stopped him
saying breathlessly, upstairs. She raced up as he
followed closely behind.
Silently, I backed into the spare bedroom, but left the
door open enough to be able to see their progress along
the passage that led towards the two rooms. His hand
had grasped her ass and she was giggling hysterically,
almost running along the passage, her breasts jiggling
deliciously. I had a moment of panic, thinking that she
might chose the wrong room, but was instantly relieved
as she headed into the bedroom. The door stayed open.
We had a large mirror opposite the bed, that topped and
huge old chest of drawers. I had angled it so that I
would have an uninterrupted view of their play. Not
wanting to miss a single thing, as soon as the springs
groaned with their weight, I took up a position in the
doorway, protected by the opened door and watched as
the last of his clothing sailed into a corner, leaving
him with only a pair of pants on.
They embraced, with Jenni on her back and he lying on
his side with her head supported on his arm. He was
tracing the veins that always showed under the
alabaster coloured skin of her breast. The frenetic
pace had calmed now that they were horizontal and
almost naked. He kissed her, murmuring into her parted
lips, professing his desire for her body. Jenni in
turn, Mmmed and ran her hands through his hair and down
his back, pulling him against her lithe body.
He raised and cupped his head while his free hand
travelled in achingly slow swirls, ever towards the
prized of her sex. A thumb hooked the elasticated band
of her panties and eased them over her thighs, working
alternate sides, gradually exposing her blond haired
mons. Her hips raised and the panties also became
airborne as they sailed across the room like a
discarded sweet wrapper.
He was taking his time now, savouring each moment and
movement as it developed. It was a form of foreplay
that had not occurred to me and the effect it had on my
wife was duly noted and logged.
He kissed the nearest nipple to him, gripping the
hardening nub between his teeth and pulling and drawing
it upwards. It looked painful, but obviously wasn't,
instead, she squealed and gasped as he suddenly
released the trapped nerve ending and flicked his
tongue over the sensitive nub. It was the only contact
he had with her body, just his tongue and mouth. His
hands were either supporting his head, or lying
impassively along his length. I had to admit, her
choice was good to look at, even though he was a man.
He nuzzled her neck, one of Jenni's erogenous zones and
always bound to produce a result. She responded as I
thought she would, grasping his head and shoulders in
what looked like a desperate attempt to hurry him
along. He had his own agenda and was not to be hurried
now that he had her under his control.
He kissed her throat and planted small kisses between
her breasts, then slightly lower, pausing at her navel
and spreading a slick of saliva on her skin and a trail
of goose bumps. She shivered and writhed as his tongue
and lips traversed her skin, always heading towards her
sex, but in his own time. Even I was getting a little
impatient with his performance, until, in a sudden
surge of sinuous movement, he swung a leg over hers,
parting her knees and planting his mouth against her
silken mons.
She groaned as his tongue flicked out, parting her lips
and seeking her desirable centre. He then began sucking
and licking her clit and labia, bringing her to a brink
and then halting in a sensual tease, just keeping her
shy of release. I watched and learned every nuance of
his technique and marvelled at the way he played her
nerves and body as a virtuoso might a grand piano.
His fingers joined his mouth, prising open her lips and
gently pushing into her, looking for that magical "G"
spot. He knew just where and how to manipulate and
caress her, keeping her on the edge of orgasm, but just
far enough away for it not to spill over. She had been
to the threshold several times and each withdrawal
raised the need and desperation until she cried out for
release.
The combination of tongue, teeth and finger tips
combined to drive her almost delirious with want until
he relented and took her to the brink and then beyond.
In amazement, I watched as a stream of come sprayed
from Jenni while she screamed, raised her shoulders and
shuddered. Unable to take any more, she pushed him away
in a defensive action, but already too late. I had
never got her to this point, but could hardly be
surprised. I was watching a master at work and the
results of his practiced art splashed against his face
and soaked into the duvet.
Jenni was coming down in receding shudders and quivers
of uncontrolled nervous energy. Over the initial
amalgamation of overly stimulated nerves, she collapsed
back to laying flat. She had the back of her hand
clenched between her teeth and her breath rasped in a
ragged staccato between her lips whiles her legs
spasmed in uncontrolled twitches. She was obviously
experiencing a total climax, a shattering of her normal
aplomb and equilibrium. The invasion of her body had
driven her to a point of incapacitation that, to the
observer, looked like the effects of an electric shock.
He allowed her to calm. Laying beside her and gently
massaging her stomach and ribs as if helping her
breath. Jenni was gasping, but managed to say in a
gruff voice that it had been fantastic. She clasped his
neck, locking her fingers together and drew him to her
lips. She kissed him and took the occasional gasp from
the side of her mouth. In a much less frenetic pace,
his hands took her breast once again and teased her
nipples to erection. Once again, her breathing became
rapid and she squirmed under his ministrations. His
mouth left hers and suckled on her engorged nubs.
As if in slow motion, her parted her knees with his own
knee and slid between her opened legs. Carefully and
deliberately slowly, he positioned his cock at her
entrance and agonisingly slowly, pushed the head past
her outer muscles to rest just inside her. In the
ultimate tease to Jenni and the voyeur, he ceased the
push and just stayed inside while he kissed her tits
and kneaded her flesh, finding erogenous zones under
her arm pits and the inside of her elbows. She hardly
moved, looking transfixed like a rabbit in the head
lamps of an onrushing car.
He was playing her again, plucking at the taut strings
of her nerves and raising her already heightened
condition. He maintained the position and
manipulations, bringing her to a crescendo and teasing
her with the promise of fulfilment. He kept it up
until, the waiting and desire overcame her and she
cried out in readiness. He waited until her cries
became desperate, then, when he judged her to be ready,
plunged his rigid shaft into her in one fluid motion
that made her scream in pleasure and release from the
waiting. Her knees instinctively rose up and she
gripped him with her ankles crossed behind him and with
her own lower body strength, pulled him even further
into her body.
He set a rhythm that was uncompromising and insistent,
but unhurried. His cock drove into her in long strokes.
His mouth found her neck, one of the most productive
erogenous places, with the added stimulation, Jenni
took over the pace and forced him even deeper into her
by raising her hips and rotating her hips a little to
accommodate his angle. Her free hand found her clit and
massaged in time to their thrusting.
She wouldn't last too long I knew, not fully recovered
from her last climax. Watching them fucking was a
fantastic experience. I watched and learned his
technique, how he played with her and kept her on the
brink of orgasm. He looked impassioned, but knew he
must be loving every second of this beautiful woman and
her body.
Jenni was crying, tears slipping down her cheeks and
sobs wracking her body. She was rapidly reaching
another shattering climax. He breathing rapid and her
movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated and then it
hit her like a tsunami, a tidal wave of emotion and
nervous energy. Her come sprayed under pressure from
between her and his pubic meeting point.
Jenni screamed and her legs thrashed as it washed over
her, soaking her tits and stomach. It sprayed in a
fountain of liquid and acted as his signal. His pace
increased and he adjusted slightly and buried himself
to a depth he had not been before. In rapid and savage
thrusts, his cock drove into her in repeated thrusts
until he yelled himself and emptied his sacs of sperm
into Jenni's womb.
Statuesque, he remained motionless as spurt after spurt
liberally coated her insides. Then he pulled himself
upright and knelt at he face for her to take him in her
mouth and clean him of their combined juices.
He lay along side her as she twitched and jumped in
small charges of nervous tics, holding her as if she
might jump of the bad from the energy being expended.
Dumfounded by the action and Jenni's reaction to his
ministrations and with a hardest cock I had ever had, I
crept away from the doorway and noiselessly went
downstairs to the front door and opened it. Then I
slammed it shut and called up the stairs, as if just
coming home, then went into the kitchen and rattled the
kettle.
I heard his hurried escape, and saw his retreating back
as he comically was trying to put on his Jeans and
shirt while carrying his jacket and shoes. The door
shut behind him quietly and Jenni came to the kitchen,
her knees unsteady and flushed. She collapsed into my
arms and I carried her to the front room to lay her on
the sofa.
She was soaked and the smell of sex and sweat exuded
from her. We didn't make love then, she was far too
exhausted, but, when we did the next day or whenever it
was, my own performance was all the better for his
master class. I had a much better understanding of how
her body worked and so did Jenni.
We had both learned from the experience and it was the
start of our satisfying and beautiful sex life. Neither
of us needed to use another in our play and fortunately
for me, Jenni never wished to revisit sex with another
man.
That was over thirty years ago, but the memory remains
as vivid as if were still playing before my eyes.
Remembering has been a wonderful reminder of how
beautiful my wife is and both she and I had gone to our
bed to remember the feelings of lust and love.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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