3 comments/ 34816 views/ 14 favorites Teaching Wade By: passiondeflor Lisa arched back, leaning into the rock hard muscles of his chest. His hands slid over her breasts, the dark chocolate of his skin such a contrast to her creamy white mounds. The palms of his hands were rough, rubbing against her nipples so crudely it should have hurt. Instead, it sent shivers of pleasure through her body. "You like that?" he asked. "Oh, yes," she whispered. "Hmm," he sighed, pressing his hard cock against the small of her back. "I do, too." He skated a hand slowly up, caressing her collar bone, her shoulder, her neck. He cupped her chin in his hand and pulled her head backward. His tongue slipped across her jaw to the corner of her mouth. She moaned softly as he slid his tongue into her mouth. No kiss, no pressure, just the meaty taste of his tongue probing her mouth like she hoped his cock would soon do to her pussy. Lisa turned in his arms, stroking the coarse curls on his chest where they made a sort of pattern across his pecs. She let the hair curl around her fingers as she pressed herself tighter against him, enjoying the feel of his pulsating cock against her lower belly. She let her hand fall slowly between them even as she lifted her face to the softly scented skin of his throat. She tasted salt, heat. She tasted everything she had imagined such a man would have to offer. She wrapped her hand around his cock as she slid her tongue over his throat, repeating what he had done to her a moment ago. He groaned, the noise vibrating through the hollow at the base of his throat, right below his Adam's apple. A sense of power rushed through her, making her pussy clench with excitement. He wanted her, she could feel it in the rigidness of his cock, in the moisture of his precum. It was a feeling that aroused her beyond physical need. He buried his fingers in her hair, jerking her head back so that he could capture her lips. His need was evident in his lips, his tongue, as he probed her mouth with a ferocity that sent shivers through her body. She could barely keep up as he yanked her head around at an angle, giving himself even more access to the deep recesses of her mouth. But she did the best she could, returning his movements with soft, insistent movements of her own. He grabbed her ass with his free hand, jerking her hard against him, trapping her hand where it was still wrapped around his cock. He moved his hips, once, twice, encouraging movement where it was nearly impossible. Hmm...she wished she were taller, that his cock was against her clit. Instead, she shifted slightly, pressed her pussy against the fine hair of his thigh. "Oh, you're so wet," he groaned against her cheek as he broke their kiss to catch his breath. He forced a hand between their bodies, thrusting a finger as deep as he could inside of her. Lisa cried out and ground herself against him, suddenly needing release. "Are you ready, baby?" he asked. "Hmm..." She couldn't think. She couldn't put together two coherent words. She wanted him, wanted him so desperately that she forget to be worried about his size. When he first undressed, when she first saw just how much he had to offer, she'd felt a shock of fear. But now...all she wanted was him inside of her. He picked her up and carried her to the small dining room. As he dropped her onto a corner, moving effortlessly between her splayed legs, she could hear the front door opening. Again, she could not put together a coherent thought, could not equate that noise with a phone call she had made an hour before. All she could think about was this tall, beautiful, black man standing between her legs, running his hand slowly over the length of his massive cock. "Now," she whispered even as he pointed his cock head toward her pussy. Even as she spotted her husband walking into the room. She first saw him several months ago. There had been some legal problems at the accounting firm where she worked, so there had also been some changes in management.It was a Monday morning when he arrived, taking the VIP tour with the head of personnel. Lisa was in the break room, bracing herself for the day with one last cup of coffee. "Look at that," one of the secretaries said with a sigh. "Talk about brown sugar." Lisa looked up at her companions rather than the men walking through the cubicle jungle. "What does that mean, exactly?" Another secretary leaned close, pushing Lisa's shoulder with her own. "Look over there. That's all the explanation you will ever need." It was his eyes she noticed first. They were dark, almost black, such an amazing contrast to the white sclera. And his lashes, they were so long Lisa could imagine how envious most women must be. His dark hair was cropped close to his head, a little longer on top, emphasizing the near perfect roundness of his skull. His skin was a deep chocolate brown, the color of coffee with just a touch of cream. Broad shoulders, well-defined muscles visible even under the layers of his suit. And his smile...Lisa had never seen such a boyish grin in her life. It was the kind of smile that made you want to smile back—and squeeze your thighs together to cool the sudden swelling of your clit. Suddenly, Lisa understood what brown sugar meant. A sudden blush burned Lisa's cheeks as she realized he was looking at her and coming toward the break room. "Oh, hell," the secretary to Lisa's right said. "Is my lipstick smeared?" The first secretary, Tammy, reached up to pat her thick weave. "Not any worse than mine." There was no time to do more than smooth her hands over her thin skirt. He stopped just inside the doorway with Tom, the head of personnel. Tom gestured from left to right: "This is Michelle, Tammy, and Lisa." The man smiled, again that boyish grin doing something to Lisa she had never really experienced without a physical touch. His eyes moved around the room. Lisa thought they lingered on her, just for a second, but she told herself it was impossible. Why would such a beautiful man find her attractive? Wishful thinking, she thought. "Ladies, this is Scott Hansen. He's the new senior manager." "It's wonderful to meet you," Tammy said, standing up with an intentional flare of her hips. She held her hand out to him and he graciously took it, looking her in the eye as he did. "Nice to meet you, too," he said in a deep, baritone voice. "Are you an accountant?" Tammy giggled softly. "No, I'm a secretary." Scott nodded as he seemed to take in everything about her in a quick glance. "And you?" he asked, focusing on Michelle. "Michelle is a part of the secretary pool and Lisa is one of the assistants." Tom glanced at Lisa. "You aren't currently assigned to anyone, are you, Lisa?" Lisa shook her head. "I was working with the junior accountants, but they moved Christine over there." "Isn't that lucky for me?" Scott asked, focusing on Lisa, again with that grin. "I happen to be in need of an assistant." "I'll set up some interviews for you—" "No," Scott said, interrupting Tom. "If Lisa's free, then I think we'll try that out for a while." Lisa bit her lip, the heat in Scott's gaze making her heart stutter just a little in her chest. Tom looked from Lisa to Scott for a moment, a frown marring his already unattractive features. "Well," he said. "If that's what you want." Scott tipped his chin toward Lisa and Michelle before stepping out of the room. Tom followed, rushing to catch up like a puppy dog chasing his owner. "Aren't you the lucky one?" Michelle hissed into Lisa's ear as she walked out of the room. At home, Lisa made a rare steak dinner, wanting to celebrate her good news with her husband. But he was late getting home, much later than a high school English teacher should be. Meetings, he said when she finally broke down and called him. In bed alone, Lisa curled up under the cool sheets and thought about the events of the day. A new position, a raise. But somehow, she kept coming back to that grin, that boyish grin that did things to her. Even now, Lisa could feel herself growing wet, could feel the sudden swelling of her clit. She wondered if he was married, if he had children. She wondered if his skin was that same, yummy color all over his body, if his ass was as round and hard as it looked through his slacks. She thought of his hand, of his long tapered fingers, and wondered how amazing they would feel inside her pussy. Lisa ran her hands over her breasts, not surprised to find her nipples rock hard under her thin t-shirt. She couldn't stop thinking about Scott's eyes, his full lips. She ached all over with a sudden need as she pushed her hands down, further and further, until her own fingers sank inside her panties. The first touch on her clit nearly sent her over the edge. She had never been so turned on, never so ready before the first kiss, the first touch. Her heart jumped when she heard the front door of their apartment open. Lisa climbed out of bed without thinking, nearly running as she rushed down the short hallway to their tiny combo living/dining room. Her husband, Wade, was locking the door as she moved up behind him. She ran her hand under the back of his polo shirt, pressing her body against him so that there was no mistaking what it was she wanted from him. "I'm so tired, babe," he groaned as he turned into her. Lisa ignored his words, pressing her lips roughly against his. After a moment he opened to her, allowing her to shove her tongue past his teeth and into the depths of his mouth, tasting his stale breath. She didn't care that his response was less than enthusiastic, didn't care that his hands seemed to be pushing her away rather than pulling her closer. She was so aroused she didn't care if he wanted her or not. Lisa dropped to her knees, yanking on his zipper, and pulling his flaccid penis from his pants before he could react. She took it in her mouth, sucking with a relish she rarely showed. Oral sex was never something Lisa enjoyed, at least when it came to blow jobs. But tonight...she closed her eyes, imagined Scott's long fingers on her body, and all her inhibitions disappeared. Wade grew hard in her mouth. His hands wrapped around her head, his fingers pressing roughly into her hair. He guided her head back and forth, urging more of himself into her mouth, her throat. Lisa took as much as she could, groaning as she reached down and found her clit with her free hand. "Shit, that's hot," Wade groaned. He pulled her to her feet, his hand still wrapped in her tangled hair. Wade kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. "What's gotten into you?" he asked. "I just want you." Wade took her hand and led the way to the bedroom, barely stopping to shed his clothes before pushing her onto the bed. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and plunged inside of her, quickly moving into the fast rhythm that was so familiar. Lisa arched her back, pressing herself as tightly against him as she could, desperate for relief. Unfortunately, she had done too good a job arousing him. After just a few, short minutes, he froze. He threw back his head and yelled, his voice suddenly hoarse as he pumped his cum inside of her. "Shit, that was good," he groaned as he rolled onto the mattress beside her. "It was," she whispered, hoping he didn't hear the disappointment in her voice. She waited until he was asleep before pressing her finger against her clit, finally giving herself some relief. Lisa debated over which of the new suits she'd bought to wear the next morning. As she stood in front of the mirror in first one, then another, she wished Wade had not rushed off to work before she'd gotten out of the shower. He always seemed to be at work these days. She understood that the beginning of a new semester could be difficult, especially when it was only his third year teaching, but he had an assistant this year, so his load should have lessened. Instead, he was at work longer and always rushing off hours before the students were due in the morning. As Lisa studied herself in the mirror, adjusting the tight waist of her new tan skirt, she wondered if Wade had lost interest in her. There was once a time when he would get an erection just seeing her waiting for him after a long day. Last night, if it hadn't been for that frenzied blow job, she suspected he never would have gotten hard. They had been together a long time. They started dating in high school even though they had known each other practically since they were both in diapers. It was a small town, the place where they both grew up. Everyone knew everyone. And when they started dating, it only seemed inevitable that they would marry one day. Maybe that was part of the problem. Lisa studied her own face in the mirror as the memory of Scott's eyes on her yesterday crossed her mind. Had he found her attractive? She had always thought she was pretty, in a girl next door sort of way. Her eyes were blue, a clear, bright blue that popped whenever she wore dark colors. Her hair was red, but more of a strawberry red than orange. Her skin was pale, so typical of a ginger, but she did not have the host of freckles her poor sister had. Her skin was creamy, free of blemishes. Lisa stepped back slightly, examining herself with what she hoped was a little detachment. She was a little heavier than she had been in high school, but not much, and she thought the extra pounds added to the softness of her curves. Her breasts were still perky, her nipples so long that sometimes they appeared erect even when they weren't. She had always thought her breasts were her best feature. But her legs were pretty good too, long and slender. Didn't guys like legs like hers? Then why did she feel so undesirable? Lisa sighed as she slipped out of her jacket and exchanged the stiff, white oxford-style blouse for a sexier pink silk blouse. So what if Wade didn't get an erection at the sight of her anymore. At least she could feel sexy in her new clothes. He didn't know what he was missing. Despite his boyish grin, Scott was very professional from the very first. He expected perfection and Lisa was determined to meet his standards. In fact, her fear of screwing something up kept her mind off of the way Scott's mere presence had the power to make her knees grow weak. It wasn't always easy, however, to keep her mind on the task at hand, especially when he would sit on the corner of his desk, his knees inches from hers, his fingers splayed on his thighs. Sometimes Lisa would grow so lost in the fantasy of feeling those fingers on her inner thighs, she would have to make him repeat whatever he had been saying to her. That's exactly what happened one night, a little over a month after she began working for him. Scott was dictating a letter to a client. It was late and his secretary had already gone home, but Scott needed the letter to go out first thing in the morning. He began the dictation. Lisa heard the 'Dear Sir' part and that was about it. Once again, he was perched on the edge of the desk, his legs spread wide, the muscles of his thigh bulging as he supported his weight on the balls of his feet. He leaned forward slightly, his hands splayed on his knees. He had taken off his jacket and tie, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a soft scattering of curls across his chest. Lisa found herself staring at his chest, imagining what it would be like to kiss that soft, chocolate skin. There was an ache in her pussy as she imagined the feel of his hands on her naked body as she nibbled at his shoulders, his tiny nipples. Her nipples grew hard and she pressed her thighs tight together, the image so real she could almost feel his cool fingers on her face. And then... He was touching her. He had two fingers under her chin and was lifting her face. "Are you okay, Lisa?" A blush, hot as fire, spread from her scalp to the top of her breasts. "Sorry," she mumbled, aware she should pull away from his touch, but somehow unable to do it. He slid his thumb over the curve of her jaw, coming dangerously close to her mouth. "It's late," he said quietly, as quiet as such a deep voice could ever be. "I should let you go home." "It's alright," she said, embarrassed that she had been unable to keep the eagerness from her voice. "I don't mind." He smiled and it was the ultimate undoing. Lisa couldn't catch her breath. She could feel the moisture dripping from her pussy, the swelling of her clit pressing hard against the crotch of her thong panties. Her palm physically itched with need, with the want to touch him. She couldn't believe she hadn't moved, that she hadn't made an attempt to touch him. The want was like the basic drive that makes a person seek sustenance. She needed him. "Don't you have a husband to go home to?" he asked. They had discussed their personal lives briefly that first day. He wasn't married, didn't have a girlfriend, though he admitted to being on the market. Lisa couldn't imagine that he had much trouble finding companionship. He seemed disappointed when Lisa told him about Wade. But he was respectful and never really mentioned it again. Until now. "I suppose," she said quietly. "If he were there. But I suspect he isn't." "Works long hours, hmm?" He again traced the curve of her jaw with his thumb, his fingers still pressed against her upraised chin. "I thought you said he was a teacher." "He is." A funny look came into Scott's eyes as he continued to study her face. "Stupid man," she thought she heard him say as he slid his thumb over her bottom lip. His hand shook slightly. Lisa dropped her head, making him cup her chin in his palm. It was a simple touch, an almost friendly touch, but it felt so erotic. Unable to keep her hands to herself a moment longer, she pressed her palms against his knees as he shifted closer to her. He ran his free hand over one of her hands, then up over her wrist, her arm. Again, a simple touch, one that could be interpreted any number of ways, but it made her pussy ache like nothing she had ever felt before. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, his lips so close to hers that she could feel the puff of his breath with each word. "You deserve so much better." "Do I?" she asked. "Yes," he groaned. They were so close. If she moved just the slightest bit, if she shifted on her seat, moved her head just a hair in the right direction, their lips would have touched. And she wanted it. She wanted to feel his lips on hers, wanted to feel his hands on her bare skin, wanted to touch his cock and have him slide his fingers into her wet pussy. She wanted it so much that she could almost imagine it had already happened. But then— His phone rang. And with it, reality sank back in. Lisa pulled away and stood, pulling her suit jacket tight against her throbbing nipples. "I should go," she said before he said a word. Lisa struggled to keep her mind on her work over the next few weeks. Scott kept her busy enough. She was always rushing to follow him into one meeting after another, making sure he had all the information he needed. It was a difficult job for him, fixing the mistakes and lingering problems of the previous managers. Lisa could see the strain it was putting on him. A couple of times she walked into his office and found him rubbing his hands roughly over his face or resting his head against the cool glass of his window. He clearly was not as ruthless as some were calling him. Lisa had to practice extreme self-control to keep from touching him in these moments of vulnerability, to keep from rubbing his shoulders or caressing his face. And her self-control was often pushed to its limits when he would look at her during these moments and she could see the need in his eyes, that he wanted her touch as much as she wanted to give it. Teaching Wade The longer they worked together, the less self-control she seemed to have. But she was married. She was married and she loved her husband. Really, she did. He just wasn't around anymore. The last time they had made love was after the first time Lisa met Scott, nearly two months ago. If they could just spend some more time together, she was sure they could work things out, get back to where they were earlier in their marriage. She wanted that. At least, she knew she should. One night, Lisa decided she would surprise Wade. He should still be at the school. She would stop and pick up a little dinner, and surprise him. It would be romantic, thoughtful. Lisa talked the janitor into letting her into the building and walked silently down the huge hallway, remembering what it had been like to be a high school student herself. She could remember walking through the halls of the school she and Wade attended, holding his hand and wearing his letterman's jacket. She had felt like the homecoming queen everyday. Nothing had really changed, had it? Or had everything changed? The door to Wade's classroom was closed and there was only a dim light shining underneath. It didn't occur to Lisa that it might be for a reason. It still didn't occur to her when she pushed the door open and saw him, his face red with exertion and arousal, thrusting his cock into the bent over body of his young teaching assistant. The image was still seared in Lisa's memory as she somehow made her way into the office the next morning. She hadn't slept, waiting for Wade to come home with explanations. He never did. Maybe it was that, more than anything else, that told Lisa this thing between him and his assistant wasn't just a fling. "Lisa? Are you not answering your phone today?" Lisa looked up, horrified to see Scott standing in her doorway. She quickly rubbed her cheeks, trying to hide the tears that seemed to be never-ending. "Sorry," she mumbled. "Did you need me?" "Yeah," he said, a worried frown only increasing the appeal of his dark eyes. "But I think that can wait. What's the matter?" He shut the door and crossed the room in three short steps, perching on the edge of the desk beside her. Lisa shook her head and tried to turn from him, but he grabbed the arm of the chair and turned her back toward him. He touched her face gently, wiping away another tear. "Tell me." Lisa shook her head again, but a sob escaped her lips, telling him more than he needed to know. He took her hands and squeezed them almost roughly between his. "Please," he whispered. "My husband," she finally groaned. "Did something happen to him?" "No." Lisa bit her lip, harder than she had intended. She licked at the small cut she'd given herself, tasting her own blood. "It's stupid," she finally told Scott. "Such a stupid cliché it's almost embarrassing." "He cheated on you," Scott guessed. Lisa nodded. "I'm so stupid. I should have seen—" "No," Scott said, grabbing her chin and forcing her head back. "You're not stupid. He is. If I—" He stopped, but Lisa could see the truth in his eyes. "How could you want someone like me?" she asked. "I'm so pathetic..." "You're beautiful," he said as he moved closer to her, pressing his lips lightly to her cheek, slipping the tip of his tongue over her tears, licking them away. "So beautiful." Lisa pulled back, shaking her head yet again. "I'm not." "You are." He straightened, grabbing her cellphone from the top of her desk. "Call him." "And tell him what?" Lisa asked, suddenly baffled. "And tell him that you're going home to fuck your boss. Tell him that I want him there so I can show him how to properly fuck an amazing woman like you." She couldn't believe what she had done. The words she said, vulgar words she had never spoken out loud in her life. She had them pull Wade out of class, insisting it was an emergency. And then she told him. "You're what?" "I'm going to fuck my boss," she repeated, staring at Scott and the growing excitement in his eyes as she did. "And we want you to watch." "You're out of your mind, Lisa," Wade said. And maybe she was. But now she was in Scott's car with her hand in his lap, his cock burning against the fabric of his slacks, the palm of her hand. And then they were in her apartment, ripping each other's clothes off. He stared at her as he undid his slacks, wanting to see her reaction when she saw his cock for the first time. He was not disappointed. Lisa's eyes grew round, her heart skipping a beat as she realized just how endowed he really was. She had suspected, had seen his bulge straining against his slacks before. But this...it made her wonder what else she had missed in her commitment to monogamy. A part of her had thought he wouldn't come. Why would Wade care if she fucked every man in her office building? He was clearly over their marriage. So when she heard the door open, she almost didn't realize what was happening. All she could think about was Scott standing between her legs, his massive cock primed and ready to thrust into her long neglected pussy. And then she heard Scott call out to him. "Sit on the couch and pay attention." "Who do you think you are?" Wade yelled, marching toward them across the small living room. "That's my wife!" "Yes, it is," Scott said, his eyes moving slowly over Lisa's body as she lay on the table, her legs resting on his chest, her pussy spread open for the world to see. "And she deserves so much better than you." Scott ran his hand over Lisa's belly, making her arch her back when he continued down over her pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned, so ready that if he were to touch her clit just one more time, she would cum without any more coaxing. "Sit down," Scott said again. "I'm going to show you how a good woman should be properly fucked." Lisa thought Wade would argue some more, but he didn't. He just looked down at her, a whole host of emotions on his face. He seemed mystified. Lisa wasn't sure if that was because of the way Scott had spoken to him, or because of the obvious joy on Lisa's face. Scott wrapped his hand tight around himself, squeezing the base of his cock for a long second as he continued to gaze down at Lisa's naked body. She could see a tiny drop of precum appear at the tip of his cock. She licked her lips, eager to taste him, to feel him inside her. It no longer mattered where he entered her; she simply wanted him inside of her. "Please," she whispered, reaching down to touch him. "Please, Scott." Scott smiled, that boyish grin that had haunted her from the moment they met. He rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy, smearing that drop of precum against her swollen lips. "Are you ready?" he asked as he pressed himself hard against her, but not allowing himself to penetrate her. "More than you know," she groaned. Scott pushed forward, holding himself as he slowly forced his head inside her soaking cunt. Lisa cried out as he gradually entered her. She could see Wade out the corner of her eye, could see the look of incredulousness in his eyes. He couldn't believe what was happening. Neither could she. But it felt better than anything he had ever done to her. Scott kept pushing, kept coming deeper and deeper inside of her. Just as Lisa thought she could not take anymore, he lifted her hips off the table, spread her thighs wider, giving himself more room. She was sure she would never be able to take all of him, but she did. She could feel his balls press against her ass as he leaned forward, closing his eyes for a long second. "Oh, yes," he whispered. "So tight." Lisa raised her hips slightly, forcing herself hard against him, feeling him everywhere. She had never known just how many erogenous zones there were inside of her, how many places he touched that had never been touched before. If he hadn't stood still for so long after entering her, she was sure she would have cum before he could finish a single thrust. Slowly, he began to roll his hips. It wasn't a thrust, really, just a slow movement that sent shockwaves through her clit. Lisa cried out...so very vocal where she had been such a silent lover before. Again she could see Wade's shock. Under any other circumstances, she might have laughed at the lost look in his eyes. Scott held her thighs, kept her tight against him, as he continued to move. Wade slipped up beside them. Scott turned and barked at him: "Go sit down." Like a chastised child, Wade walked over to the couch and slumped down. Scott's movements began to turn into a thrust as he slowly slid an inch, two inches, out of her pussy before slamming it back inside. He was breathing hard, his breath coming in quick, little puffs as he watched her, the pleasure on her face, the small bounce in her breasts. She wanted his touch, wanted to feel his hands on her burning skin. She reached down, pulled his hands from her thighs and lay them on her belly. Scott leaned down, pressing his hands against her hips as he sought her lips. Lisa slid her tongue into his mouth, enjoying the taste as much as the thrusts of his tongue that matched the deepening thrusts in her pussy. Every nerve in her body was standing on end, every touch sent shocks up her spine, over her scalp and down to her toes. Lisa snatched at Scott's head as he pulled away from their kiss, wanting him to stay, wanting to keep him close. But he needed the leverage, needed to pound his cock deep inside of her. He was close; she could see it in his eyes. His movements sped up, his need overwhelming his desire to give her pleasure. It didn't matter. She could feel her need increasing with his. She knew she was going to cum, could feel the tingles beginning in her toes. And she was ready. On the couch, Lisa could see Wade. He had his cock in his hand and was stroking it, his eyes glued to Scott's cock as it plunged over and over into Lisa's pussy. The sight should have disturbed her, should have made everything come crashing back to reality. But it instead, it pushed her over the edge. She came harder than she had ever cum in her life, screaming with every vibrating spasm that shot through her well-fucked pussy. "That's it, baby," Scott said, bending to lick the sweat from her forehead. "That's it, baby. Cum for me." She did. She came again and again as he continued to slam his cock inside of her. She thought she would go insane if he kept going. She begged him to cum too, even as the spasm of her orgasm continued to wash through her. Finally he stopped moving, his muscles going rigid as he thrust his cock as deep inside of her as he could get it. The heat of his cum flooded her cunt, flowing out around his cock and running down her ass cheeks to pool on the table below her. "Christ," he whispered. "That's the best I've ever had." Lisa reached up and touched his face, a soft smile on her lips. "I can't even begin to tell you," she whispered. "Please, can I?" they heard behind them. Scott turned and looked at Wade, laughing a little when he saw his cock in his hand. Then he looked at Lisa. "What do you think?" Lisa shrugged. Scott studied her for a second and then gently pulled himself out of her. The sudden emptiness was like a physical pain, making Lisa moan as she rolled onto her side, drawing her thighs together. "You can clean her up," Scott said. "But you can't fuck her. Not now." Wade just nodded, jumping off the couch like a kid who had just been told he could have the keys to his father's sports car. He dropped to his knees in front of Lisa's naked body and took hold of one thigh. Lisa resisted his attempt to pull her over on her back so he could spread her legs. Instead, he ran his tongue along her pussy lips where they peeked out between her closed thighs. She sighed even as she searched for Scott. Scott pulled up a chair near Lisa's head and held her hand. "Let him," he said quietly. "He owes you this much." Lisa hesitated a moment longer before she finally shifted onto her back and spread her legs, resting her heels on the edge of the table. Wade immediately took big handfuls of her thighs and buried his face in her cum soaked pussy. He ran his tongue along her stretched opening, slipping his tongue in and out, tasting the mingled flavors of her arousal and Scott's cum. Scott kissed Lisa's hand and winked at her before he reached between her legs and pressed Wade's face deeper against her. "Do a good job," he ordered. "Yes, sir," came Wade's muffled reply as he continued to thrust his tongue deep inside of her. When most of the fluid was gone, Wade began to run his tongue around her lips, lingering on her clit each time he came across it. Lisa's clit grew, swelling under his touch. She had to admit it felt good. Wade was showing technique he had never used before. Maybe, just maybe, his affair was not the worst thing that had happened to them. He had learned a few things. And she had Scott's cock to do what he couldn't.