by Pamela Prim
When she opened the door, that early morning, Misty was wearing nothing but a T-shirt. One of her husband’s no doubt as it swayed just around her thighs. Cory barely let her get a word in before he plunged his tongue into her mouth. They crashed into a passionate embrace as he whispered to her in panting breaths, “Is your husband home?”
“No,” she responded.
“Good, I’ve been practicing and don’t want him to hear,” he winked pushing her into the office right off the front door.
“Cory!” she cried out as he pushed her over the edge of the desk, spread her legs and ate her pussy from behind. He was going to show her he was worth every minute they spent together. He tongued her down, allowing himself to get buried in the moment. While he wondered for a second whether Mr. Grey was in the room, he couldn’t keep his mind off of Misty, or his hands.
He wasn’t lying when he said he’d been practicing. He’d been jerking off all week to get his anxiety out so that when he went to meet her, he was sure he’d last a lot longer than before. He fished out the strip of condoms from his pocket before tearing into one, while pulling himself out of his jeans.
Misty was still bent over the edge of her desk. There were papers everywhere, but neither of them cared as Cory slid himself inside of her. Her leg fit perfectly in the crux of his elbow as he began to thrust himself inside of her. It was a natural feeling. She was warm to the touch. Her walls were even tighter than he remembered. Every thrust he made came with a grunt and the loud slapping of her skin against his pelvis.
When he pulled out of her, she turned around. Misty’s face was flushed red. Her eyes were dilated, and her nipples were so hard he could see them through her shirt.
“Take that off,” he commanded.
“I’m supposed to be teaching you. My husband told me you were a virgin. That didn’t seem so inexperienced to me,” she said with her arms folded across her chest.
“Your husband talks too much,” Cory admitted with a sly grin. “So what do you want to teach me?”
“Well that was good, but when you finished you just pulled out. I like for you to linger a bit, feel the vibration of our bodies cumming together.”
“Who said I was finished?” he asked with a sly grin.
“Well then, let me help you with that,” she smiled grabbing his shirt over his head and spinning Cory around until he was backed up to the edge of the desk. She switched condoms for him before sliding back down. “Grab my ass.”
Cory did as he was told, paling her ass cheeks, he moved her up and down onto him. When misty propped both of her feet on the desk behind him, Cory took the cue to hook both of his arms under her legs and let her pussy slam onto his cock. The only sounds to be heard were that of their bodies, wet, sweaty, thrusting into sexual oblivion. And then they heard something else. Something that didn’t come from either of them, and it came from her closet.
Chapter 7
“What was that?” Misty asked stopping immediately.
“Don’t worry about it, let’s keep going. I’m almost finished,” he said in an almost panicked tone.
It dawned on her that he was nervous. He knew something about that noise and he wasn’t telling her.
“Maddox?” she called out hoping that he wasn’t in the closet. She didn’t care if he was in the house, and regardless of how cool he said he was with her sharing their marital bed, something about it just didn't seem right.
“I’m not doing anything else until you come out!” she stated, hopping off of Cory, who immediately covered his cock with his hands.
Mr. Grey came out of the closet, with a smirk and half an erection.
“Dude! What the fuck?!” Cory shouted. “I thought you were just going to hide a camera in here not actually watch!”
“Shut up and keep stroking, you’ll go soft if you don’t stay in your zone,” he told him.
Cory looked to Misty who shrugged her shoulders and motioned for him to go ahead.
“I’ll be honest with you, Mr. Fletcher; it’s a lot easier to threaten people into this than to ask them willingly. I apologize. Misty, my love, I want you to be happy, and if that means fucking the coeds then so be it. But! You have to let me watch,” he told her firmly.
Misty’s nipples hardened and her walls throbbed with excitement. She kissed her husband, deeply passionately, telling him, “I’ll do anything for you.”
“Good, I want you to suck him off to get him hard again,” he told her.
Misty went over to Cory with a smile on her face as she put her face over his semi flaccid penis and took him into her mouth. The smoothness of the skin sliding over her tongue got her wet all over again.
“Very nice, now run your fingers through her hair, grab it, and fuck her face,” he commanded Cory.
Cory tried his best to put the idea of his professor’s husband directing their sexual exploits, but it was easier once he got into it. He did as he was told. The subtle gagging noise of Misty trying to inhale every inch of him filled the office. Just before he was about to cum, their instructions changed.
Misty wrapped her thumb and index finger around the base of his penis, stopping him from an early release. When Cory slid back into her, she was bent over the desk again, but this time her husband was sitting in the chair. She watched him, watch them, and neither of them seemed to care that Cory was even in the room as he pounded into her pussy from behind once again.
They moved from the desk onto one of her chairs, where again, Misty faced her husband as she bounced up and down in Cory’s lap. Cory’s hands gripped her breasts, lightly squeezing and tugging on her nipples, while she planted her hands into his thighs.
Cory shouted to them, “I’m ready to cum!”
“No, you’re not,” Maddox said with a stern voice, “Misty, stop. Get off of him.”
She listened to her husband, revealing a sweat drenched college junior in her office chair.
“You’ve been doing so well,” Mr. Grey said from his seat. “Take a deep breath and eat her out again. That will help.”
Cory nodded and got back to work while Misty whimpered under the pressure of his tongue and her fifth orgasm of the morning. He spread her lips with his fingers as he flicked at her clit feverishly, insatiably.
“Yes, that’s it. You should be getting your second wind now. Now you may finish,” he commanded the both of them.
Cory took a deep breath, pulling his face away from her center and sliding himself back inside of her. This time he kissed her in the mouth. Every thrust was going to be connected. Every push and pull of his shaft inside of her cavern of pleasure was going to be memorable. This was going to be the virgin experience he remembered. It was surpassing all of his expectations as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling Misty into his body. Every stroke was deliberate, deep, concentrated.
He released her so she could lie back on the desk. He pushed her thighs up to give him full room to maneuver and he let his restraint go. Pushing and pulling her onto him, he moved in and out of her as if they were the only ones in the room.
Misty moaned and panted as she tried to keep herself from sliding all over the place, but Cory held her firmly. She wasn’t going anywhere, even as she tried to escape the pleasure of his thumb rubbing over her nub while his cock pleased her deepest erogenous zone. Her thighs trembled as she released her last orgasm and Cory came soon after.
He collapsed onto the chair behind him, trying very hard to catch his breath.
Mr. Grey got up from his chair, noticeably soft with a pleased grin on his face, “I think next time we’ll record it.”
Both Misty and Cory looked to each other with wide eyes. She told him, “I don’t think having proof of this is going to be good for any of us.”
“I was joking,” he said getting up to leave the room. “You can clean up in the guest room upstairs. I’m sure you know where it is since that’s where you fucked my wife yesterday.”
“This is weird,” Cory shook his head, running his hand
s through his hair.
“I get it. And yeah, it’s definitely different than most conventional marriages but we’ve been learning what works for us and this is apart of it. I understand if you want this to be the last time.”
“I said it’s weird, not that I wouldn’t keep doing it. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he smiled getting out of the chair and walking out of the room.
Misty was stunned. She’d half expected for Cory to run to the Dean of Students or even the President of the University, shouting how she took advantage of him and how her husband… well she couldn’t begin to think of an explanation for that. All she could muster as Cory waltzed by her office, fully clothed and baked granola in hand, was, “Thank you, Mr. Fletcher.”
He’d made her fantasies into a reality.
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 33
“Damn it, Sean, act like a real man and get the hell outta the house!”
Henry Reigns, Sean’s 44-year old father and a successful realtor did not like the image of his son. He had broken up with his girlfriend, Karlie, for nearly a month and Sean would not even go out with his friends. He only attended college and did not talk much; it was more than clear to Henry that he had to do something about it. Sweet talking to his 21-year old son had not worked. Tough love could well do the trick, although it could backfire.
Sean, sat in his bed, looked like a broken young man. After dating Karlie for a little more than a year, he was trying to get used to living without her. Deep down, Sean knew that it would be very hard for him to get over her, but it seemed that he had given up on himself. Always a fan of health food and an athlete (free diving and basketball were his favorite), he had now turned into something completely different: A junk food eater and a hardcore gamer. It would definitely not take long for him to stop looking as great as he did: 6’2”, 192 lbs, with short, dark brown, wavy hair. In fact, the thing that people would first notice on his hands, were his bulging veins. Dark-complexioned Sean was popular with girls. However, he was not as confident as he should. They would often complement him on his oval-shaped, hazel eyes and his curly eyelashes, as well as his full lips.
Henry’s yelling had a profound effect on Sean. Not used to his father’s tone, he just looked up at him in sheer amazement.
“Burgers and computers… What a waste of life. I thought your mother and I had raised a man, not a pup. Look at you.” Henry went on.
“Dad…” Sean sighed.
“What?”
“Nothing. It’s just… You never yell at me, that’s all.”
Henry sucked in a deep breath, took a few steps towards his son’s bed and sat beside him.
“Son, you know I love you, don’t you?”
“Yeah, what does that have to do with anything?”
“It has everything to do with your current situation. You can meet all the Karlies in the world and they’re still gonna treat you like crap. Trust me. I’ve seen it happening with me, before I met your mom.”
Sean was offended by his father’s remark.
“Don’t talk about her like that, dad.”
Henry laughed, briefly.
“It’s nothing personal, Sean. But, the way I see it, there are more of her kind out there. You know, the one that takes guys for granted.”
Sean nodded in agreement.
“You’re right about that.” He said.
“Well…” Henry said and patted Sean on the back with his left hand.
“I got a job for you today. A friend of mine, well, his ex-wife, just bought a house in Malibu and she needs some help.”
“Dad, Malibu’s like an hour away from here!”Sean’s voice got high pitched.
“That a boy. I’ll drive you. Besides, I got a business appointment at 11:30 in Malibu. Oh, and before we leave, please, throw a shave and take a shower.”
Sean finally smiled at his father. Malibu was more than thirty miles away, but he had missed some quality time with him. His ordeal had messed him up so much that he had not done many things he liked for a while. One of those things was spending some time with his father. Henry was only 23 when Sean was born and they were very close, despite their occasional arguments.
At about 10:05, Sean was already outside, waiting for his father in his silver Lexus.
The drive to Malibu lasted a little more than fifty minutes. Henry stopped outside a large beach house on Pacific Coast Highway.
“Ok, her name’s Ava, go ring the bell and tell her I sent you.”
“You’re not coming with?
“No, son, I’m already late as it is. I’ll be back in a few hours to pick you up, ok?”
“Ok…” Sean murmured as he got out of the car. The house itself looked huge from outside, modern and quite luxurious: A doorway made entirely out of marble led to the massive, white, aluminum front door. A well trimmed lawn lay on both sides of the doorway. The walls were painted light beige.
Sean walked up the doorway in navy blue shorts, a white tee and a pair of sneakers and rang the bell.
When the door opened a few seconds later, Sean could not believe his eyes. He was expecting to see a middle aged woman, but what he saw was beyond his imagination: A tall, voluptuous brunette in her mid-thirties, wearing pink shorts and a white tank top. Her eyes were big and a somewhat rare shade of green. Her large, D cups were busting out her top. Ava’s golden complexion and her lush lips added to Sean’s amazement.
“Yes?” A sweet voice came out of her mouth, but Sean was so stunned by what he had seen that he could not utter a single word.
“You’re Henry’s son, aren’t you?” She smiled at him.
“Y…Yeah.” He stuttered.
“I’m Ava, Ava Redfield. Nice to meet you. Come on in.” She opened the door and invited him.
Sean walked inside, only to confirm his suspicions. The house was really big and despite what his father had told him, it really did not need much. Furnished and spotless, it looked like Ava had kept herself busy cleaning. A fireplace laid to the left, under the 20ft high, brown walls. A white leather couch was close to it and a big screen TV was in the corner. To the right, an open kitchen with a granite counter. A tall, aluminum window was right above the counter.
“Come, take a seat. Can I get you anything? Some coffee, maybe?”
“Yeah, coffee sounds nice.”
Sean followed Ava to the kitchen and sat on a stool, behind the counter. It was a good chance for him to stare at her, while she made the coffee. Ava looked phenomenal and he could not take his eyes off of her.
“So…” Ava said.
“You may be wondering why you’re here.” She added.
“Well, yeah, it doesn’t look like you need much.”
“Your mom told me about you.” She said, while handing him the coffee mug.
He was surprised. Sean had always wanted to keep his personal life private. The last thing he needed was gossip.
“My mom’s been talking about me?”
“There’s no need to get angry, Sean. I know, we’ve just met and all, but, before you say anything about what happened between you and your ex, let me tell you about my divorce.”
“So… You don’t really need any help here, do you?” He asked.
“Nah. That was just some excuse for your father to get you out of the house. Trust me, young man, self-pitying won’t get you anywhere and it sure as hell’s not gonna bring her back. Anyway, I’m just glad to be back in LA. It’s where I grew up.”
Sean kept nodding, silently agreeing with what Ava was saying to him. She was more than just a beautiful woman; she was a lot more experienced than him and had been through a lot more than just a breakup in college.
Two hours into their conversation, Sean discovered that Ava could become a really good friend. She was smart, funny and understanding. The age difference did not seem to matter; they were both having a lot of fun. He could be very sarcastic at times and Ava was amused. Nonetheless, S
ean had a feeling that they could not be friends.
“How the hell can I be friends with someone that damn hot?” He wondered. Surely, Ava would eventually date somebody. Her admission that she was all alone at that time was weird enough. She had just moved back from San Francisco and only stayed there because of her ex-husband, a lawyer working at a major law firm. Ava was working as an interior designer and was obviously very good at her job.