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Learning Lessons // Book 5 // Laid Bare: Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2025-05-28 01:00:16 +0000 UTCArousal had a hold of him. Jess was being so weird. So dirty. It was doing something to him. More to his heart and soul and to the pit of his stomach than his penis, but she had his attention.
“All right, Jess. I’ll watch. Show me.”
“Okay, baby,” she said.
She stood up and untied the robe's belt. A sudden urge swelled within him again—to stand up and stop this. Whatever it was, whatever it was going to be, it was wrong. It was bad.
Jess opened her robe, shrugged her shoulders out of it, and let it fall to the floor.
“You’re so beautiful,” Pete said.
Jess was watching Tyler. She put her knee back on the bed. Her body was amazing. So perfectly feminine, so soft and smooth. Her breasts swayed as she got down on her hands and knees and crawled up Tyler’s body. She got right over Tyler, face to face, kissed his mouth, looked into his eyes. “Remember, don’t move,” she said to Tyler.
“Yeah,” Tyler said.
Jess buried her face in the crook of Tyler's neck, kissing him, hidden in the tangle of her white-blonde hair. She worked away in there, Tyler lifting his head to let her do it. She kissed down Tyler's collar, then into his armpits. Pete could see her tongue out, flattened against the thick hair there, licking him. She bit at his arms, drew the lines of a dragon tattoo with the tip of her tongue. Then she was on Tyler's chest, kissing him, pulling on his nipples, biting and plucking them. Her hands scratched at his rock hard belly, pulled at his tight skin with her fingernails. She got lower, her face over his big shaved penis. It had grown larger, stuck on the skin of his hip and going u-shaped, like a diver doing the jack-knife. Jess kept her mouth off it, only let Tyler feel her breath. Then she was down his thigh, biting his knee. Kissing down to his feet, then getting on her knees at the foot of the bed. She licked the sole of Tyler's foot and Tyler shivered. Her mouth went over his big toe and she sucked on it.
“For Christ’s sake, Jess,” Pete said.
Jess smiled, lips still wrapped around Tyler's toe, knowing she was killing her husband. She sucked on Tyler's toe, eyes on Pete, her lips wrapped around it, purposely making it look like a blowjob. Then she was pulling the toes apart and licking in between them, her soft wet tongue squishing in between and sliding through to the top side.
“Jesus,” Pete whispered, shaking his head.
Jess got back on the bed, walked on her knees in between Tyler's legs, stopping at his thighs. Her hand straightened out his penis, watched it move on its own as it started to stretch out of its wrinkled skin right in front of her. Then she bent in between his legs, her right hand circled his scrotum and pinched it, held his balls off to the side, against his thigh and out of the way. She licked below his sack, pushing her tongue hard against him there. Tyler moaned at Pete's side, and Pete looked at him. The King. Laying back, receiving this pleasure from another man's wife, hands behind his head like he was on a hammock after he’d mowed the lawn. His eyes were closed, his lips parted.
Tyler brought his knees up, spread his legs, and Jess worked deeper, going lower. Tyler groaned. He lifted his butt off the bed, planting his heels and curling his toes up. Jess drove her tongue between his cheeks, still holding the kid’s big balls off to the side.
“For fuck’s sake, Jess.”
He could see her back shaking with a laugh. She thought this was funny.
She pulled his balls straight up now so she could fit her head under them. She got her tongue right into his anus, he figured, given Tyler’s reaction. She was still laughing. He could hear it in the moan she gave as she washed him up and down.
Then she was back up and she bit at the taut flesh of Tyler's scrotum, her bared teeth running over his testicles. Tyler dropped himself back down. He groaned a wild sound of lusty suffering. Jess smoothed her pouted lips over Tyler's balls, running their soft, plumped shape across his most sensitive parts. Her hand gently lowered them.
She regarded Tyler's manhood, but spoke to Pete. “Don’t you like his cock when it’s shaved?”
Pete didn’t answer, just watched her.
“I do,” Jess said, sounding disappointed that he wasn’t playing along.
She was stroking it now, looking at it in her hand, looking almost cross-eyed, sleepy. Tyler wasn’t hard, but he was getting there, filling up his wife’s hand with his sturdy tool. She pushed the fat head of Tyler's cock past her pouted lips with her index finger. It was soft enough that she could suck it in, Tyler's penis squishing past her lips. She sucked on it, eyes closed, fingers working his thick bald shaft.
“Ahh, that feels incredible,” Tyler moaned next to Pete.
Jess kept at it, sucking and stroking, the kid’s cock getting thicker and stiffer in his wife’s hand. When she pulled it out of her mouth, letting it go with a satisfying pop, Tyler's wet cock head was full and plump.
“It’s so big, Petey,” Jess said. She held it in her hand, swiping the underside with her outstretched tongue, watching Pete’s reaction.
He was dying. He felt like he was eroding right here in front of these two lovers. Like a good stiff breeze could come along and blow his dusty existence away forever.
“It’s kind of hard to suck him off,” Jess said, tapping Tyler's stiffened cock on her cheek. “But I’m going to do my best.” She gripped Tyler's cock by the base, and ran him across her cheek, over her pointed tongue, then batting the other cheek. “I’ve thought a lot about putting his bare cock in my mouth. I couldn’t wait for this.” She ran her pink tongue up the underside, then plunged her mouth over the top, stuffing Tyler's fat end past her lips. She couldn’t get it very deep in her mouth. The skin of Tyler’s cock was bunching up along the shaft between Jess’s grip and her stretched-out lips.
Then she started working her head, bobbing up and down on Tyler's cock, giving a slight twist, rolling her head on her thin pretty neck. It was making Tyler moan, and his breath was heavy and slow.
Pete watched her pleasure this other man. She took her time with it, going very slow, then suddenly very fast. She would run a hand up, then slide her delicate fingertips back down, then grip his balls quickly, making him buckle and grunt. She never took her lips off the end of his cock. She dragged it out, making Tyler suffer. Pete looked at the clock by the bedside. She’d had this kid on the edge for almost half an hour. Half an hour with this guy’s cock inside her mouth, and she hadn’t once taken a break, come up for air.
She had Tyler close a few times, Pete could tell; Tyler's legs trembled and shook the bed. Tyler wanted to come, but Jess (his wife!) wouldn’t let him. She backed off her stroking, backed off her sucking, let the moment subside, and the wait would make Tyler whimper. For a few minutes, she had let his cock go, held it only in her mouth, her arms stretched up his torso, little hands raking across the muscles of his stomach. That had her moaning. Jess really loved this boy’s body. Tyler arched his back a few times like he was in pain, face contorted, and Pete's hands covered his own face, his arms flexing and shaking.
Jess slowed after what seemed like an impossible amount of time to suck a cock, she brought her knees up closer to him, got herself kneeling over him. She wrapped both her hands around his shaft, kept them together, her mouth was still over the end of him. He looked so incredibly huge in his wife’s hands. How could he be so big?
Then Jess’s head was bobbing, and her hands stroked along in unison. It was on now. Even Tyler sensed it. Tyler's body relaxed as he focused everything he had on getting some release, on finally coming. His hands went back behind his head, his eyes were closed again, and he grunted with every thrust of Jess’s mouth down his cock.
“Oh, my God,” Pete heard himself whisper.
Jess’s hands were stroking along vigorously now. She was going to let him come. She was going to make him come.
Pete saw her eyes were open—looking at Tyler, her mouth pushed wide by his big thing stuffed in it. Tyler was watching her now, too.
He heard Jess say, Uh-huh, like a question, a high girl-sound trapped in her throat.
Tyler said, “Yeah, oh yeah, don’t stop.”
Pete said, “Jess, what are you doing?”
Jess kept going, plunging and stroking, encouraging sounds coming from her.
“Jess, he’s going to come in your mouth.”
Jess nodded, eyes locked on Tyler’s.
“Jess, please, don’t.”
Her hands were stroking furiously, her lips clamped over Tyler's glans.
“Tyler, please don’t come in her mouth.”
“Fuck, fuck, I can’t help it, shit, she’s so fucking good at this, Pete.”
Uh-huh, uh-huh, Jess wanted it, still encouraging Tyler's release.
Tyler roared out loud, his abs tightening as his body lifted up off the bed like he was trying to do a sit-up.
He was coming in Jess’s mouth.
Pete could look away but he didn’t, he watched it. Let the image burn in his mind, felt the horror, the pain, the agony it produced, the ball of hurt and contempt for himself that swirled like a dark sun in his heart. He watched his wife’s hand milk another man's cock into her mouth, her little finger not even as wide as the base of her lover’s organ. He saw the tendons that connected Tyler’s huge dick to his body flex, stand out, cables bulging as he spewed into Jess’s mouth.
Jess’s eyes were locked on Tyler.
She was beautiful. Dark. Dirty. More dirty than Pete could ever have imagined. She snorted through her nose, trying to breathe with her mouth stuffed full of Tyler’s hard flesh. Her eyes trembled, the cords of her neck stood out; she was trying not to gag. She held it together and drank Tyler’s semen. Her hands kept pumping and twisting, Tyler kept roaring, and the whole time she kept the head of his cock clamped in her mouth.
“Oh, shit, Jess, oh angel, baby…”
Tyler’s head came back, and Pete could see his expression, see what his wife was doing to this kid.
Tyler kept pumping and pumping; Jess’s strokes were more careful now, in rhythm with her lover’s pulses. He was still coming, and she was still swallowing. Tyler’s chest was heaving; he was sweaty. Jess was sweaty, too. Tyler was groaning, breaths shuddering on the exhale.
Jess took her lips off him, sliding them up his big, fat cock head, right up over the tip, forming a pout, making sure not one single drop of his seed escaped. His cock dropped back on his belly, glistening, emptied.
“Mmm,” Jess said, and ran her hands up his length. “What did you think of that, Petey?”
“You’re breaking my heart.”
Jess opened her mouth to Pete, showed him her white molars, her pink tongue. She stuck it out as far as it would go. Like proving a magic trick. Nothing up my sleeve.
Yes, Jess, I see you swallowed every drop.
“Hey, Petey, now I know what he tastes like.”
“Yeah, I guess you do, Jess.”
“Uh-oh, he’s mad,” Tyler said.
“Disappointed, maybe,” Pete said.
“I’m not.” Jess lay on her belly, still between Tyler's legs. Her feet were up behind her, the soles crossed, scissoring them. She was smoothing the underside of Tyler’s cock, watching it under her fingers as she went up and down it.
“Do I taste good?” Tyler asked her. He put his hand down, brushed some hair out of Jess's wet eyes, then held the side of her face. Jess looked up into Tyler's eyes and smiled at him, rested her head in his big palm.
“Mm-hmm,” she said. “Like… like a salty orange rind.”
“Oh, God, Jess. You’re disgusting,” Pete groaned.
Jess laughed out loud, afternoon sun glinting on her wet lips. “Pete’s little double-a battery just spits acid,” she said, laughing at her own joke, closing her eyes and chuckle-shaking, her head falling and resting on Tyler’s thigh.
“That’s really shitty, Jess.”
“I’m joking, Pete,” she said. Then to Tyler, “But he is really bitter.”
“Like his personality,” Tyler said.
Jess laughed, said, “How did it make you feel, watching me suck this beautiful cock?”
“Horrible.”
Tyler regarded him. “How do you do that, Pete? Sit there and watch that? What’s wrong with you?”
“He likes it,” Jess said.
“That is insane. I wouldn’t let anyone touch you.” Tyler reached down and brushed Jess’s cheek with his thumb.
“You should stop Petey from touching me. Climbing on me in the middle of the night and humping my leg with his tiny pecker.”
Tyler sneered. “Pete, stop touching my girlfriend, okay?”
“I’ll be downstairs,” Pete said.
“Hey, Pete, come on. We’re only joking,” Jess said, mad he wasn’t playing along.
Pete got up, very aware of his erection poking out the front of his suit pants. Jess saw it, too. He closed the front of his suit jacket to hide it. He walked to the bedroom door.
Jess got up and followed, stopped him while his hand was on the knob.
“Petey, Petey, baby, come here. I’m only kidding, honey.” She put her arms around his neck and hugged him.
Pete put his arms around her, felt the warm slim body of his naked wife. Used to be his wife.
“Pete, we talked about this the other night.”
“Not in your mouth, Jess. That’s not what we were talking about.”
“C’mon Pete, we’ve talked about it before. Remember you said he would taste like steroids?”
“That was dirty talk. I didn’t—”
“We’re still on? For the other thing?”
His scalp tingled. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“I thought you liked this.”
“I do. I don’t know. I don’t know what to think anymore. You’re making me crazy.”
Jess squeezed him, put her mouth over his and kissed him, holding his lips with hers. She pulled back, said, “I like making you crazy.”
He looked at her, trying not to show her the sadness and hurt that he felt. His stunning little lady, naked, her arms around him.
The thing was that watching her do that—while it made him want to scream, cry, slap the cock out of her mouth—aroused him in a way he could never describe, never put into words. His belly ached. His loins, really, if he were a romance writer. He couldn’t explain it. He loved Jess. He hated to see her like this. So dirty and sexual, and more of a woman than she was when she was with him. He could never arouse her this way. He could never put a thrill up between her legs like Tyler did. Why did seeing her like this—when he hated it—make him so fucking hard? He was aching for her right now. He wished he was Tyler. Wished that he could do that to his wife: turn her into the horny little teenager she’d become. He loved seeing Jess like this, just wished he had the equipment and the appeal to be the one to do it. Ultimately, he guessed, he wanted it done. Wanted her pleased, and it didn’t matter who did it or how it got done.
Pete left her in the bedroom and headed for the stairs. Left his wife naked with her lover stretched out in their own bed. He had to go and pick up the boys. Patty was expecting him.
Shaking his head as he went down, cursing his life that it had to come to this, he smelled bleach in the hall. Thought Sargent had been peeing in the house again, Jess cleaning it up. That’s when he’d realized what she’d done. It was his own mouth. Tyler’s semen from his wife’s lips when she’d kissed him.
“Ah, shit!” He spit out the front door, scrubbed at his mouth and tongue with the sleeve of his suit jacket.
Had she done that on purpose? Put her semen-coated lips over his?
Comments
Bill F Protagoras
A terribly raunchy excerpt from an agonising juncture of the work... Replete with hurtful moments of offensive irony such as... “You should stop Petey from touching me. Climbing on me in the middle of the night and humping my leg with his tiny pecker.” Tyler sneered. “Pete, stop touching my girlfriend, okay?”
Bill F Protagoras
Then his wife goes on to pile Pelion on Ossa for Pete... just as you pile Learning Lessons on DITW for your readers... And here I see the great divide... as apparently, in another sense, a rapscallion narrator does too from the intellectual wings... "Used to be his wife."
Bill F Protagoras
"Tyler arched his back a few times like he was in pain, face contorted, and Pete's hands covered his own face, his arms flexing and shaking." Compare and contrast those readers who are vicariously lost to the lustful doings of the vicious wrong doers.
Bill F Protagoras
A further insult to the injured Pete is that compared to him, and his wife, Tyler is just a "kid."
Bill F Protagoras
"He was dying. He felt like he was eroding right here in front of these two lovers. Like a good stiff breeze could come along and blow his dusty existence away forever." Brilliant depiction of the result of Jess's gratuitous display of adoration and abasement to another man's overpowering ithyphallic objective sexuality... the diametric opposite of her actual scornful treatment of her doting uxorious husband... and as a cherry on top of her seemingly motiveless malignancy... she laughs. Not just once... and she also urges her smug accomplice to join in.
