Training Luca Pt. 01

An all inclusive five star resort trip to one of the most beautiful white sandy beach hotels in Tulum after a grueling second quarter was pretty much the perfect escape from the grizzling Canadian winter. I was never one to indulge sizzling under the sun and doing nothing but lazing about, sipping on cocktails with little umbrellas, but my wife's list of pros, which included no chores, no cleaning, no decision making whatsoever, was kind of getting the better of me.

And then she mentioned the bikinis. The multitude of bikinis that would barely be covering those magnificent curves of hers... as she swam in a pool to then stretch that body out on a long chair and tan right next to me... Well, a man can only deliberate for so long before completely giving in and booking us two full weeks under the Mexican sun.

We had been here for a week already and as Rachel had assured, it had been pure bliss. Morning, noon and night, we did whatever we wanted, which included swimming in the ocean, lying on the beach, taking long walks, eating divine food, flirting a tad and fucking. Lots of fucking. Pretty much the status quo back home, but here we lacked busy misaligned job schedules and dreading social events. Here, it was just us and our little piece of paradise. It killed me a little to know we were getting back on a plane in less than a week...

I turned slowly to my wife, admiring her bikini of the day: white two piece halter top and thong belt combo. Fuck. Her dark skin contrasted so beautifully with the white of the bathing suit.

I eyed her, my gaze wandering to her chest, down to her inner thighs. I desperately needed that thong between my teeth right the fuck now. If it hadn't been for not wanting to get banned from this heavenly place forever, I would have been taking her on that long chair the second we sat down. Mmm... fuck...

"You know that kid has been staring at us for over an hour," my wife suddenly spoke under her wicker sun hat, yanking me out of my dirty thoughts.

"What kid?" I questioned, looking around, expecting to come face to face with a wide eyed, snot-nosed toddler looking right at me.

"Near the end of the pool, at the bar. Two o'clock."

I looked over at the bar and noticed what looked like a small University party happening around it. They were about twenty or so, guys and girls, all having a good time, drinking. They all seemed to have that same loud, devil may care vibe, interacting with each other with ease and talking above everyone else. But then I spotted him. He stood out. He was at the end of the bar, keeping to himself but looking in our direction, sipping on his drink.

"That is a man. A young man, but definitely not a kid" I teased. "And I believe the young man is staring at you," I corrected.

My wife had quite the full figured body on her, she got her fill of attention when she was in a bikini. You could spot those ample tits from a mile away. Who the hell could blame the guy for staring. Or anyone else for that matter.

"He's looking at us. I kept staring at him while you went for a dip before. Trust me, his eyes weren't on me." She lowered her sunglasses and smiled. I looked back at our mysterious stranger. From afar, I couldn't see much but a tanned, curly dark haired guy wearing orange trousers and dark flip-flops. I contemplated the situation for a moment, then I stood from my chair and stretched.

"Should I?" I asked Rachel.

I put my book down and I started walking the moment she bit her lip at me. I slowly made my way along the pool, nonchalantly looking around, taking in my surroundings but never quite letting our stranger out of my sight. I tried to appear as unthreatening as possible.

I believe he might have hesitated to stand up and walk in the opposite direction, but I smiled at him and waved. It made him stop momentarily. I walked up to the free seat next to him and smiled.

"Hi," I started. He said hi back. Now I was able to see the pretty-boy features: the dark green eyes, the European olive skin, the clean shave. I lifted my sunglasses to my head so my eyes could meet his. Very pretty.

"May I?" I asked, eyeing the stool next to him. He nodded, a pinch of nervousness appearing on his face. I asked the bartender for two drinks and turned to the young man.

"Now I don't mean to be overly zealous, but can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Have you been looking at my wife for the past hour?" He seemed nervous. "Don't worry, this isn't a trick. I won't hurt you. I'm just curious," I smiled. "I just want an honest answer."

"I was."

"And were you looking at me during that time as well?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I recognized you," he calmly responded, looking in my wife's direction, who was now pretending to read my book, then back at me.

"You recognized us?" I repeated, a bit puzzled.

"You're from Toronto, right? You went for dinner at Essenza a few months back."

I was a bit taken aback from what he had just said. He was right on both counts. I believe he saw my confused look and wanted to clarify.

"I was one of the waiters that night. Anthony was your waiter, I was in another section."

"And why do you remember us? Seems a little odd, don't you think?" I wasn't wrong.

"You were quite memorable, to be honest. Very... endearing," he then smiled, shyly.

"Oh? Care to explain?" He piqued my curiosity.

"You both looked like you were having such a great time and seemed so into each other. It was refreshing to witness. We rarely see that kind of interaction in that pretentious restaurant," he chuckled a bit.

"It's mostly all business meetings, sad rich family birthdays and secret affairs. You seemed too authentic for the place. We had a bet going on as to what made you guys stand out as a couple, what made you so happy." He took a sip of his drink.

"'No one looking that happy has been dating more than six months' was how it started with the backend staff. We were all kind of intrigued by you."

I was surprised at his explanation. Surprised yet somewhat flattered. It took me a moment to assess this.

"It was a pretty pretentious restaurant," I chuckled. "But the food was so fucking good."

"Oh yeah, the food is the best. The chefs are amazing. But the clientele is mostly shit," he replied, taking another sip. "No offense."

"Non taken, uh..." I contemplated him for a second.

"Luca."

"Nice to meet you, Luca. I'm Gabriel. She is Rachel," pointing to my wife.

"Nice to meet you." He shook my hand. There was a short silence. The bartender came back with a mojito and a tequila sunrise.

"So, Luca from Essenza," I broke the silence. "I have a follow up question, if you'll indulge me."

He smiled.

"Go ahead."

"What was your bet?"

He paused for a second, hesitant. I believe he was blushing. He laughed nervously, staring into the distance in Rachel's direction, then in mine. He finished the remainder of his drink in one go.

"I jokingly bet twenty bucks that you fucked a lot," he blurted out timidly, waving to the bartender for another drink. He then gave me this look. It was surprisingly not embarrassment, but along the lines of... daring?

That gaze did something to me. Plus made me chuckle for a second.

"Bold of you to admit that," was what came out of me, but nothing more. I wondered if he'd offer an explanation.

He gulped and grabbed his new drink the second it was placed in front of him.

"It's probably the booze, I apologize for stepping out of line there... but-"

"But I asked, and you answered. It's fine. I thank you for your honesty" I replied, my gaze fixed on him, admiring the deepening shade of those rosy cheeks.

"You're just really attractive, both of you and I don't know... it's the first thing I could think of. Either that, or you were..." he trailed off.

"We were what?"

"Very... kinky people?" he replied, not dropping a beat, as if that liquid courage was taking hold and he was testing the waters for something.

"I feel that's what you want me to tell you, am I wrong?" I was now flirting. He could tell and it didn't seem to bother him.

"Maybe..."

"Well then... should I be pulling out my wallet now or later?"

Luca laughed, muttered a "fuck" under his breath, taking another short sip, wiping his beautifully full bottom lip.

"I won't say a word," he assured me with the lips sealed gesture.

"We thank you for your discretion," I teasingly replied. He was cute. He was fun, despite his shy demeanor. His level of intensifying comfort was endearing. He cleared his throat.

"Can I ask you a question, now?"

"I mean, I'm three or four in, it's about time you caught up," I answered, my lips curling into a flirtatious smile. He had caught it.

"What would be the chances of... uh..."

"Well don't shy up on me now, Luca, you were doing so well."

"Of me... joining the two of you for drinks sometime before I leave?" he simply asked, his leg shaking a bit. What a courageous boy. I enjoyed his boldness. Fuck was he cute. I actually caught myself biting my lip just as tad. The fucker noticed.

"Would that be a yes?" he breathed out.

"Just... drinks, huh?"

Now he was the one biting his lip, looking down for a moment before looking at me again.

"Hopefully not," he replied. I was about to say something when Rachel appeared behind me, her hand on my back startling me a bit.

"I see the party has moved over here," Rachel exclaimed, gazing upon Luca, holding both our towels and my book. I could tell she was already eating him up. I handed her a semi melted tequila sunrise, apologetically.

"It seems so. Rachel, this is Luca. Luca, this is my wife, Rachel," I played coy.

"It's nice to meet you, Luca," my wife was using that soft flirty voice already. Poor guy. His blush had increased.

"Pleasure to me you too, Rachel," he answered gently, shaking her hand, his mouth suddenly dry.

"Luca here recognized us from Essenza. He's a waiter there," I explained in short. He'd like to have drinks with us before he leaves, which is..." I looked at Luca.

"Uh, Monday. I leave Monday," he babbled. "That gives us like... 3 days..."

"Wouldn't you prefer having drinks with... people your own age, Luca? Won't your friends notice you're gone?" Rachel teased, which had Luca shake his head.

"They definitely won't. I usually never go clubbing with them anyway. And I'd cancel any other plans to have drinks with... you two," he replied, almost eagerly. I liked him.

"How about tonight then? We're free tonight," Rachel simply offered. Luca's eyes widened, I wasn't sure if it was out of excitement, or nervousness.

"That sounds perfect," he almost immediately replied.

Excitement.

"Great! We're in suite 323. Say, nine o'clock?" she asked, her hand playfully playing with the small of my back, making me smirk. "Just tell the front desk to let us know if you can't mak-"

"I'll be there, don't worry"

"Great. We look forward to it," I smiled, giving a subtle glance at my wife. I could see her beautiful eyes through her shades and they screamed 'new toy...'

"Babe, we're gonna be late for our massages," Rachel innocently informed me.

"Right, we better go then. Luca, it was very nice talking to you. We'll see you later?"

"Absolutely. Yes." he answered quickly. "I'll be there."

Rachel smiled, satisfied and took me by the arm as we started walking away towards the beach.

"See you later, Luca" she purred, winking at the poor guy as she looked back.

We both noticed the dazed smile on him. This was perhaps going to be the highlight of our vacation.

There was a knock on the door at precisely nine o'clock. I opened the door to our punctual and scrumptious looking guest in evening attire; white shirt, rolled up sleeves, navy dress pants, and beige loafers. His hair had been slightly gelled and he wore cologne. He exhumed such a different energy then at the pool mere hours ago. I was pleasantly charmed.

"Hey," he timidly said.

"Good evening," I greeted him, fully opening the door. After a quick tour of the first two rooms, I guided Luca to the living room, where my wife was sitting.

"Luca, you remember my lovely wife." Rachel sat in one of the armchairs, in a simple low cut dress, bare feet and curiously smiling. She extended her hand and eyed Luca from head to toe. Luca pressed his hand on hers, mirroring her smile.

"Rachel, nice to see you again."

"Likewise, Luca," she responded, voice like honey. "I have to say I knew you were a handsome man, but this," she continued. "You look good enough to eat."

She gave me an approving smile as if congratulating me for picking the best wine from the cellar.

"Thank you. You're breathtaking as always"

"And he's a charmer..." she added, biting her lip.

"So what are we having, Luca?" I asked, making my way to the bar counter.

"I'll take a gin tonic, if you have."

"Sure thing. Rach? Wine?"

"White, please!"

I brought our drinks to the table and sat in the second armchair.

The polite intro and mild banter quickly rerouted to tonight's more promising activities, courtesy of my overexcited wife.

"So Luca, Gabe mentioned how keen you seemed to want to fuck us," Rachel declared, smashed through the very thin ice, which made me chuckle, yet making Luca almost choke on his gin tonic.

"I must apologize for my wife. She can be very... straightforward," I explained, amusingly glaring at Rachel, who shrugged. Luca seemed a little flushed, but not so phased.

"I mean there's no sense in beating around the bush now, is there? We're all adults," she started, looking at Luca. "Albeit some of us younger than others..." Bless this woman.

"Is it that much of a problem for you?" Luca asked, nervous.

"We tend to not go for the younger ones due to..." I started.

"Lack of experience," Rachel finished. "We're pretty seasoned and the idea of playing teacher isn't always as fun as it sounds."

"I see," Luca seemed in thought and hesitant about something.

"What about if... the young man in question wanted... to explore being dominated?"

We both looked at each other, the slightest of smiles creeping up on our faces.

"And by dominated, you mean...?"

"To be tamed. To be used... as you'd like," Luca explained as if trying not to moan as he talked, much to our surprise.

"You want us to use you... like a toy? Like a pet?" Rachel's face seemed a bit more attentive, lively even. This got her going. I'd be lying if I said I felt otherwise. I looked over at Luca and he was bright red, yet I noticed the goosebumps on his forearms. He was aroused by Rachel's words. I would have never guessed this is what he wanted out of our little get together. It got my blood pumping a bit.

"Yes ma'am," he replied.

"Well... then that changes things. Slightly," she began. I could tell she was already picturing him in one of her leashes.

"It does?" He seemed excited.

"Slightly," Rachel repeated, grin in check. She stood and walked over to Luca, taking a seat right next to him on the sofa.

"I mean BDSM is a hell of a broad subject, but... if it were just a test run tonight..." Rachel started, eyeing Luca's thigh. "May I?" to which he nodded. "Yes. Please. Wherever you want." Rachel started grazing his thigh, making him shiver.

"This could be... really fun..." My wife gave me her usual 'I'm hungry' look, which always got the better of me.

"Would this be your very first time being dominated, Luca?" I asked.

"Yes. I've... never done anything like this before. But I have seen videos, porn, I've read some articles,..." he answered. "I know what I like... It's just not something I feel like sharing with my friends, you know? They wouldn't get it. They watch porn and their turn-ons are so far away from mine, it's laughable..." he explained, his hand hesitantly finding its way to Rachel's naked thigh, which got her to move even closer to him. He smiled. "They don't even know I'm attracted to guys." he then stared at me. Now I felt a little flushed.

"How lucky that this cute naughty couple who just happened to walk into your restaurant on their anniversary decided on Tulum for their vacay," Rachel joked, loving Luca's touch on her. His breathing felt a little heavier.

"Luck is an understatement. I saw you at the pool, trying to think of a way to approach you. I guess you beat me to it," he looked at me, smiling with his eyes, which in turn made me smile behind my sip.

"I'd just like to start somewhere. Anywhere. You're one of the rare people if not the only people I had the willingness to share this with, " he explained.

"That's very flattering, Luca. Thank you for trusting us. To be clear, we never judge. Nor kink shame. Ever. It's very bad manners, especially with a pup as cute as you," Rachel exclaimed, making Luca's ears straighten at the sound of the word pup.

"I think we hit something there. You like being called puppy, Luca?" I asked, with a bit of condescension in my voice. He bit down on a slight smile.

"I... I do."

"How about a good boy?" Rachel added, to which I could clearly hear a small gasp escape our guest's mouth. This was revealing the potential foreshadowing of this evening's events. I myself was getting a little hot under the collar.

After a few more questions about Luca's likes and dislikes, his boundaries and hard limits, we had a better idea of what he wanted. We weren't going to dive into the extensive world of it all, but it gave us a heading of what he wanted to try tonight.

"So a little intro to powerplay for the evening, then?" I smiled.

Luca's eyes sparkled. "Yes please..."

"This is getting kinda hot..." Rachel smiled, leaning into Luca, who immediately brushed his lips on hers, making my wife moan in seconds. Apparently I was missing out on some good kissing. He gently grabbed her hip and deepened the kiss. By Rachel's moans I knew he had her approval. I finished my drink in one go. Rachel broke the embrace.

"Fuck..." Luca whispered as he breathed out.

"So we can use you until you beg us to stop?" Rachel smiled, her hand gently caressing what looked like a half erect penis. Luca let out a gasp.

"Yes. That... sounds so fucking hot," he exhaled, biting his inner cheek. He cupped Rachel's face and kissed her again. She complied. He was getting comfortable, which was quite nice to see. I, on the other hand, was getting envious of my wife.

"I'm getting pretty sad all by myself over here," I teased, making both of them look at me. Luca was the one who stood up and came to my chair, lowering his face to mine and crushing his lips on mine, hard, his huge tongue invading my mouth. It had been a minute since a guy, a very young guy, had made me moan just by kissing me. I was famished.

"Aren't you ballsy," I added, as he parted from my lips. He looked a bit embarrassed and looked down. "Isn't he a good boy, though?" I asked my wife, teasingly. Luca looked at me, flustered. I had pushed a button. I could see the eagerness in his face.

"He is a good boy," Rachel confirmed. "I have an idea," she said, standing from her seat. "How about, if he likes tonight, we can make this a nightly activity until you leave on Monday."

I was intrigued by the proposal and let her continue.

"Of course, we have to see if the chemistry is right, so for tonight, call it a practice run. Then if you like us, you come back tomorrow night and we'll go at it a bit harder." She looked at me for approval, which of course I granted. I enjoyed the idea greatly.

"Unless of course that'd be too much for you." My condescension came naturally with him, but I saw he enjoyed it.

"I... wouldn't want to intrude on your vacation. I mean I don't think you came all the way here so you can spend your nights dominating a guy like me," he looked at both of us with what seemed like puppy eyes. Hopeful puppy eyes.

"You mean getting the opportunity to deplete such a handsome boy? We wish our vacations were always this fun," I laughed.

"Deplete, huh?" His voice was unsure, yet his face said something else.

"Does the idea of obeying every command and having your body used like a toy so much you enter a subspace of euphoria and ecstasy sound good to you?" Rachel nonchalantly asked. He gasped trying to avoid our eyes.

"I'm getting dizzy just thinking about it, although not so sure what subspace is..." he breathed out, smiling. He looked down, adjusting his erection. "I am... painfully hard right now..."

Rachel and I both looked down, eyes wild with arousal. This was a good sign.

"Well then, let's see what we can do about that," I playfully replied.

We both stood and Rachel reached out her hand to Luca, who took it. She guided him into the bedroom and I followed, setting my drink on the table.

I let my beautiful wife take the lead for now. I figured since he was more comfortable with women, he could start with Rachel first. I delightfully sat and watched.

"Are you ready?" Rachel smiled, her eyes wandering over every inch of him. He gulped, looking at both of us and gave us a shy yes.

"Good. Get undressed," she smiled at Luca. "Keep looking at me as you do, sweet boy."

"Yes ma'am." he smiled back, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He took off his loafers and shirt, then started to unbutton his pants, exposing simple fitted black boxers, stretched out beyond belief. Rachel went to our suitcases and retrieved a collar. She looked down at his boxers.

"Completely naked, Luca," she insisted. He obeyed. He was now fully naked, throwing his underwear to the floor. He wasn't shy in the least being exposed like this. Why would he? He was gorgeous. Sexy and unafraid? It was refreshing. He was bigger than I had assumed. He was trimmed; everything looked neat and clean. I greatly enjoyed my wife giving orders. Especially to adorable puppies such as this one. It got me off. I could tell Rachel was subtly enjoying his girth as well.

"Do you feel exposed right now?" Rachel asked, smirking.

"Yes ma'am."

"Does it turn you on?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good." Her tone was colder. She lifted up the collar to show him.

"This will be your collar for the night," she explained. "When you have this on, you become ours. You become our little plaything, do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am." I swore I could have seen his dick throbbing as Rachel spoke.

She proceeded to put the thin black leather collar on him and adjust it to his neck, then gently cupped his cheeks.

"Do you like your collar, sweet boy?"

"I do ma'am."

She stretched up on her toes to meet his gaze and pressed her lips on his. He kissed back, his chest convulsing. I could tell he wanted to wrap his arms around her, but thought better of it. Good boy. As she broke the kiss, she smeared that bit of lipstick he had on his lips with her thumb.

"We'll be sure to start small. Like we said, tonight is a test run. If at any point you are uncomfortable, you can use your safe word. Let's go with... Panna cotta. Is that good?

"Yes ma'am."

"What's your safe word?"

"Panna cotta." A shy smile appeared on his lips.

"Good boy. Let's start then." She took a step back and sat on the corner of the bed. "Kneel."

He obliged immediately. She smiled and spread her legs. She lifted the fabric of her dress to expose her perfectly trimmed pussy for us, which even surprised me.

"You little minx, you didn't have panties on during dinner?" I asked with a grin stretching my lips. She simply shook her head to me, playful eyes in check as she looked back down at our honored guest. My wife, ladies and gentleman, always prepared.

"Is this a good way to start, sweet boy?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am." His breathing sounded heavier. His eyes were glued to my wife's inner thighs, like a well trained dog just waiting for the signal to eat.

All Rachel did was click her teeth and Luca understood the assignment. He leaned in, his wide hands caressing her thick thigh, as if bracing himself. He then sunk head deep, which blocked my view but the show could be seen from Rachel's expressions. She gasped, her eyes widening as she looked at me, humming in grand approval. The boy was good, apparently. Very good.

"That wide tongue, good boy, keep using it just like that," she breathed out. "Now all the way in."

He pushed on, and from her expression, he dug into her pussy like it was his salvation. From the slurping noises and moans emanating from him, I could tell he was being well fed and wanted, no needed to keep going. I almost growled when I saw him push deeper, making her throw her head back, releasing new sounds I hadn't heard in a while... I could have just watched them for hours...

After seeming like she was out of breath, licking her lips from her constant biting, Rachel lifted Luca's chin, which was now dripping with her, and smiled. His eyes were dark, lustful, as if he knew he wasn't done and his meal was being interrupted.

"Such a hungry fucking boy, aren't you?," she stared at Luca amused. "That was impressive, sweet boy... kudos on that mouth," she breathed out, giving me that hungry stare now.

"Let's give Gabriel a turn, yeah?"

"Okay," he started in a daze. She was waiting for the rest.

"I mean Yes ma'am," he finished, while still staring at his half eaten meal, almost whimpering for it again. It was adorable. But now was my turn for a little fun.

"Turn," I ordered. Luca shifted and faced me. He was throbbing hard, which got me rearranging myself.

"Now crawl to me and let me taste my wife's cunt on your tongue, sweet boy"

He crawled over, his eyes never leaving mine. I leaned down and grabbed his face, crushing my lips on him, swirling my tongue around his, capturing my wife's delicious taste in my mouth. He had perfectly full and eager lips. Him moaning in my mouth caught me off guard. He was being such an obedient pup, but you could tell in micro gestures just how much he was holding back on the inside. It was adorable. I could tell we both wanted to continue playing with him for hours. If he'd have us of course.

"Hmm. I never get tired of that taste." I looked at Rachel, winking. She sent a kiss my way and my eyes went back to Luca.

"Head on my thigh."

He placed himself between my legs and obliged, my hard on grazing his cheek through my pants.

"You feel that?"

He nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Have you ever sucked a cock before?"

"No, sir," he muttered.

"Will you be a good boy and try it for us tonight?"

"Yes, sir."

I smiled as I pet his head, my fingers playing with his dark curls, tugging on them a bit. His eyes were half lidded, as if in a trance. I believe he was relishing all of this. It was very satisfying to see.

"Open your mouth," I instructed. He did and I slipped the thumb from my other hand in, caressing his tongue, encouraging him to show me what he could do. His eyes met mine and he sucked on it, swirling his tongue around, his lips tightening at the base, which granted him a gentle hum of approval from me.

"That's it. Just like that, sweet boy."

I let go of his hair and unzipped my pants. I was lying if I said I wasn't gulping at the thought of Luca's mouth filled with me.

He watched as I pulled out my dick for him. His eyes widened a bit.

"You ready?" I asked in a semi-condescending tone, which he caught right away but smiled.

"Yes, sir."

"Then open your mouth."

He absolutely loved taking directions. He eagerly gave me his open mouth, sticking out his tongue, as if knowing what I'd do. He let my spit trickle down his throat but stayed put.

"You. are. Loving this, aren't you?"

He simply nodded, his mouth still wide. I smiled and placed my dick on his tongue.

"Start sucking, Luca," I ordered. He quickly started sucking on my head like he had done my thumb and pulled yet another moan from me.

"Oh look at him go," Rachel remarked, laying herself a bit more on the bed to get a better view.

"He's quite natural, isn't he?" I groaned as he took a bit more of me in. She hummed, nodding her head.

"Try taking a bit more, cutie," I asked, as I pushed his head ever so gently towards my cock, feeling his throat tighten around me. I gasped. "Fuck." The urge to throw my head back was overwhelming, but I stayed composed. "Such a good boy."

As I looked down I noticed his throbbing hardon and smiled.

"Is that precum on your cock, Luca?" I asked, knowing I wouldn't be getting a verbal response. But he slowly nodded, as if embarrassed, keeping my dick in his mouth, trying his best not to choke.

"You're leaking on the floor, naughty boy, you're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

He nodded again.

"Well we can't have you make a mess on the floor. Clean it up," I ordered. His eyes widened as he took my cock out of his mouth.

"Do you need to use your safe word?"

He shook his head.

"Then I won't repeat myself. All fours. Now."

He looked down at his own hard cock to realize it had in fact leaked to the floor. He bent over and trailed his tongue all over his mess, picking up every drop. Rachel and I gave each other a hungry look and then looked back at him. He was amazing. We didn't want to push him too far but with the eagerness he complied to our little demands made me think we were right on track.

"And whatever is left on your cock, clean that up too."

With the tip of his index finger, he scraped up the trail of precum from his balls to his tip and sucked his finger clean.

"You're such an obedient little pup, aren't you?" Rachel pet his head.

"He sure is. Mouth back on my cock, sweet thing"

I could feel the wetness of his precum coated tongue as he took me in again, Rachel's hand pushing him a bit forward this time. I could feel him desperately trying to be good and stay there but he finally gagged, making my dick twitch. He took it out and coughed a bit. I waited for his safeword. It never came. He greedily went back in, sucking deeper. Rachel gave me an impressed look, which I mirrored. The need to impress us was felt. We were both turned the fuck on.

After a moment, Rachel kneeled on the bed. "Ok, my turn again. Let's give our sweet boy a little treat."

I looked at her, practically peeved she'd make him stop the task he was acing, but I sighed.

"Alright, alright. You heard her."

Luca looked up at my wife as she asked him to climb on the bed and lay with her. He immediately did so and laid on his back as Rachel placed herself between his legs. Those hungry lustful eyes I know so well were burning through Luca, I believe he felt nervous. It made me smile.

"How about if I took care of you for a bit, huh sweet boy? Would you like that?" Rachel whispered to Luca.

"Y... Yes please," he nodded, his chest rising and falling. Rachel took her time. Like a predator playing with its prey, her little grins hid the fact that if she didn't hold back, she'd be making him come in a matter of seconds...

She took him into her mouth and immediately I could tell this wasn't going to last long.

"Sweetheart, take it easy on him," I chuckled. I could see his eyes already rolling to the back of his head from what that perfect mouth of hers was doing to him. Long deep strokes, barely a presence of a gag reflex, her thick aggressive tongue playing with his vein...

"Don't worry, he knows he's not allowed to come until I say so, isn't that right, Luca?" she asked, her eyes glued to his dazed expression. He nodded.

"Say it."

"I'm... I'm not allowed to come until I'm given permission, ma'am," he shakingly responded, his pelvis twitching as he did. This was having a much bigger effect on him than he thought.

My hand was now wrapped around my wet throbbing cock as I admired my wife's work on Luca's dick. I had just been fed by Luca's mouth but looking at hers, I was getting impatient for my turn again, feeling myself getting a tad greedy tonight.

Using both her mouth and hand, giving Luca's length the grip it deserved, she continued humming in pleasure as her mouth filled and emptied, making me ache for those lips myself. As she went deeper and harder, more and more saliva dripped out of her, absolutely coating Luca's cock, making mine even more painfully hard. I stroked myself until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Fuck, Rach, you're making it hard not to want that tongue of yours on me," I breathed, trying to stay as aloof and composed as I could. Luca's breathing and whimpers were confirming what I knew I was missing. "Your mouth is dripping..."

She smiled and gave me that look. "You know I have another hole, baby... and it's dripping just as much right now." That horny little fuck, she made me gasp in front of our toy. I gulped and cleared my throat. I stood and leaned down into the bed, inches from Luca's face, grabbing him gently by the throat. He whimpered again and looked up at me in that same daze he had held onto since Rachel started on him. I gave him another fair warning:

"Not... until we say so, understood?"

He simply quickly nodded his head, stumbling on his words, barely able to make a sentence now that she took him deeper.

"Yes sir, I promise," he managed to whisper between moans. I kissed him, feeling his moans on my tongue. It was intoxicating. With my dick still in my hands I positioned myself behind my wife and lifted her dress over her ass. The mess that dripped from her thighs made me want to moan and bury my face in it but resisted. Instead I glided the head of my cock up and down, from her clit, between the slit of her sweet dripping cunt, all the way up to her perfect asshole, which made her moan instantly. I knew Luca had felt it too.

I rammed into her. I felt her choke on the other end, it made me grin. I was relentless and I knew she could take it. Luca seemed almost worried. Almost. Although he didn't seem like anything but a puddle on the bed at that moment. I could tell the more intense my thrusts got, the more eager my wife's throat was to taste our little plaything. She was indeed dripping like she said, so much so it leaked down my fucking leg.

"Jesus christ, you weren't lying," I growled as I leaned into her ear, getting a better view of what she saw. I felt it in the way she moved, I saw it in the way his face contorted. There were three very horny people in this room. I reached around Rachel's waist and started rubbing her already swollen clit. Luca surely felt yet another gasp around his cock. Rachel's moans got louder. He shut his eyes.

"Don't you fuckin dare come, Luca. My wife comes first or I come first. No debate," I barked. I felt a bit unhinged, fearful I might have been a tad too rough with the poor boy. He seemed determined to listen but I saw something in his face that had me unconvinced.

I was getting close myself but withheld as hard as I could, knowing my limit.

"Fuck, that's it baby, clench around this fucking cock, and make him beg for it" I growled, unable to resist a tiny bit of dirty talk.

But I then looked over at Luca and I could tell. As much as he had been a good boy, I could tell. He wasn't ready to obey this command and I knew he was about to come. A part of me was quite peeved yet I couldn't stop finding his face absolutely breathtaking from what my wife was doing to him. It got me too aroused and with that pussy clenching onto my cock for dear life, I unloaded into her with a low groan, glaring at Luca. In one swift movement, riding my orgasm, I grabbed Rachel's hair and pulled her off of Luca as he shot his load, avoiding my wife by a mere inch. She gasped as her back hit on my chest. We both looked at a very exhausted, wet and apprehensive Luca looking back at us, mouth struggling but eyes wide.

"I'm sorry! I thought I could stop it!" he begged and repeated, out of breath, his eyes screaming worry and guilt.

In my blurry vision, as I came down, I could feel he was almost about to cry. I decided to be lenient, despite having orders disobeyed pissed me off, especially given he had almost come inside my wife without permission.

He saw my face. My wife was too dazed and partially mourning her orgasm for the moment, but Luca saw the stern expression in my face. He gulped, and immediately got on his knees and bowed, eyes half lidded, ruining the aftermath of his orgasm, which I appreciated.

"I'm... I'm sorry..." His voice seemed to almost break. I sighed.

"I'll deal with you in a moment," I replied softly, yet with a hint of warning in my voice. I turned to my wife and laid her on her back and resumed making her come. I kissed her deeply, resorting to fingerfucking her into oblivion as I pushed my come further into her, making her climax within minutes. As I got my reward from that beautiful scream of ecstasy, I pulled away and let her breath.

My attention then went back to Luca, who was just mesmerized by Rachel's post orgasm face, enthralled by it.

"You do not get to look at her. Look down," I instructed, calmly yet firmly.

"Gabe... c'mon... it's his first time," my beautiful wife breathed out, causing my body to immediately untense. I had gotten too overwhelmed and was brought back by her faint smile. I looked back at Luca, who had his chin glued to his chest, his eyes staring at the bed, his breathing uneven. I reached and gently pulled his chin up. His gaze met mine, his eyes pleading mercy. My gaze softened just a tad.

"You do not, I repeat do not deserve this," I started, gaze locked on his wide emerald eyes.. "But," I sighed again. "I will grant you dessert. This once. I'll choose your punishment later."

I spread Rachel's legs and motioned Luca to eat. He immediately obeyed, without hesitation. Once on his hands and knees, his tongue dove into Rachel, scooping every drop of my wife's come and mine.

Rachel's eyes widened, her gasps muffling her giggles.

"He's... he's sucking it out, Gabe. Fuck... Luca, you greedy boy," Rachel was able to breathe out, squirming, spasming, which was such a pretty sight. Seeing our misbehaved boy grab her thighs and clean up like his life depended on it was somewhat redeeming.

Once finished, Rachel gently took off Luca's collar and invited him to lay his head on her chest, which he accepted warmly.

"And we're done for tonight, I think," she smiled, looking at me. "Honey, could you get us a wet towel?"

"Of course, beautiful," I responded, walking over to the washroom and wetting a few hand towels. I came back to Rachel petting Luca's head. He seemed to want to fall asleep right there. I couldn't blame him. We let him properly come down for a few moments.

"Now apart from your little mishap, how did you find your first session?" I asked, buckling my belt.

"Again, I'm really sorry about that-" he started. I could feel his distress.

"It's okay. Like Rachel said, it was your first time," I grinned. "You will need to be punished though. If of course, you want to keep playing with us..."

"Abso-fucking-lutely," he whimpered against Rachel's skin. We both smiled. "This was... exactly what I imagined. No. Better." He managed to crack his first smile in a while.

"You didn't use your safe word. Were you ok to do so?" Rachel asked, playing in his locks.

"I didn't need it. It was perfect. In fact," he hesitated a bit, looking at me with hesitation.

"Was I too strict on you?" I asked, a bit worried.

He shook his head.

"You could have done worse" he bit his lips, which had both of us raise our brow. "Much worse.

I deserved it."

"I see. Well the first run was to test if you enjoyed getting told what to do and being our little play thing. I think it's safe to say... you did," I stated, rubbing my hand on his cheek. " But if we're to go further, there will have to be strict boundaries and rules listed out, for all of us," I explained, sitting next to him on the bed and wiping fluids from his chest.

"I can and will go rougher on you. But for now, you can make it up to my wife by taking a shower with her and letting her wash you."

"That sounds nice..."

"We would never just send you on your way after a session. I think I speak for both of us when I say we'd love to see you again."

"And next time I will gladly unload in that pretty throat of yours," I warned with a grin, to which he mimicked.

"Yes, please."

"That's a good boy. Now, shower."

"And my punishment?" he asked, a nice mix of excitement and nervousness plastered on his face.

"Eager for a punishment, huh? You sure you're a good boy and not a brat?" Rachel giggled, getting up and heading to the shower, Luca's hand in hers. "Come on, sweet boy."

"Yes ma'am. And thank you sir," he looked back at me before walking into the washroom, catching my wink.