The Lance Effect Ch. 03

In the previous chapters: My wife and I were teachers in a high school in Washington, DC. One day, when I was exercising at the local health club, I met Lance, a former student of ours. We started talking and later moved to the showers, jacuzzi, and wet sauna. I was impressed by his huge penis and could not stop myself from ogling it. Gradually, after several episodes of visiting the facility at the same time, I became obsessed with his dick, and Lance persuaded me to touch it, then suck it, and eventually to have anal sex with him. I became addicted to his organ and tolerated his domination and the occasional demeaning behavior. Then he surprised me, bringing his friend, who was another student of mine in the past, and together they used my mouth and anus. I was frustrated emotionally, but hooked physically.

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My mental situation was unstable, to say the least. How I could function in class was hard to imagine. My concentration was off, and I was fortunate that my students gave me credit as a good teacher, but I caught myself not correcting their mistakes, and even blabbering inaccurate statements. I was in a hole and didn't know what to do about it. In the past, Tatiana and I discussed openly every dilemma we encountered, but how could I tell her I fell for a guy's penis?!... I turned more introverted and hoped for a miracle cure.

The following week I arrived at the club at 8:30 pm. Emotionally I was drained, and exercised lightly. Then I went to the jacuzzi and sat there for 15 minutes, looking blankly at the wall. A noisy child woke me from my daze. I showered and entered the foggy sauna. Lance was sitting there. He stared at me but said nothing. I leaned back and closed my eyes. For the next 10 minutes, both of us remained quiet. I broke first and mumbled, "Lance, is everything all right?"

He blurted, "I am fine. How about you?"

"I am struggling to comprehend the situation I am in..."

"Don't try too hard. If you hate it, leave, but if you cherish it, better say so, before I leave."

I pleaded with him, "Please stay. It has nothing to do with you. It's me."

"Clitty, stop whining and suck my cock."

I was at the lowest low, but I couldn't let him leave. I pounced on his flaccid organ and, within a couple of minutes, revived it. It was rock hard and filled my mouth. I milked it enthusiastically, waiting impatiently for my reward. As he got close, I caressed his ball sack and massaged his nipples. He spurted his spunk like a geyser into my accepting mouth, almost drowning me.

At the end, he moved his fingers through my hair and said, "You were a good boy. Next time, I'll expect you at my house. And Morton may join us again."

I stared at Lance, "Why are you doing it? Is it to embarrass me further?"

"Clitty, the other night we both realized you enjoyed double penetration so why fight it? It's time to live your life the way fate decided for you. Let your body dictate your life and ignore stigmas. I do not see that what you did with Morti and me is much different than what the two of us did without him. Am I wrong?"

"Theoretically you are not mistaken, but now my humiliation is spreading beyond us two."

"Clitty, I like you, but you make no sense. Morti already knows all about you and has done you before. What is the difference between being in you once or more times?"

I kept quiet. Lance stood up, "As I said, I hope you'll show up. If you choose not to, I'll cancel you from my list. Take care."

...

Of course I arrived at his house as instructed. Lance opened the door for me with a big smile, "Wonderful timing. Morti just arrived, and he complained to me that the last time he had sex was with you. That's quite a long time. Poor guy. We'd better switch then; You'll give me one of your specialty BJs, and Morti will get the honors of fucking you."

"Lance, the other night it was only oral. Are you sure he doesn't have an STD?..."

"Both of us have multiple partners and check on a regular basis. We last tested about a month ago, and both of us were negative for everything."

I sighed and followed him to the living room. Morton grinned, "Hi teach. Nice to see you. I still remember fondly your sweet lips taking care of me. You were fantastic. I would settle for a similar thing now too, but Lance had other plans. Well, he is the boss."

The guys drank their beers while I sat on the sofa drinking orange juice. I recall trying once a German beer, but it was bitter and yuck, and I never wished to have another. When they finished, Lance unceremoniously undressed, stood before me, and told me to get to work. As my lips enveloped his beast, from the corner of my eye, I noticed Morton removing his clothes as well. Watching me giving head to his buddy excited him, and by the time he was naked, his thick member was pointing toward the ceiling. His eyes never left us while his palm lightly bobbed his extended pole.

Once Lance's dick was stiff, he ordered me to move to the rug on all 4. I did as he asked. He knelt before my face and signaled to me to keep milking his tool. As I obeyed, Morton moved behind me, spread my thighs gently, and put oily liquid on my behind. Then he gingerly stuck his thumb in my ass. It was pleasant; After having there a much larger object, even a large finger wasn't a problem. He worked my butt momentarily and then slowly advanced his erection into the hole. As I mentioned before, his organ was slightly shorter, but wider than Lance's. So when he pushed it inside, toward the end I felt pain, but he stopped in his tracks, and allowed my overstretched sphincter to adjust to the new intruder. And then he began riding me. His rhythm was slow and steady for a while, and soon enough, the familiar sensation of pleasurable friction and utter delight when the tip nudged my prostate affected me. My penis hardened and I became very horny. I heard myself moan on Lance's enormous cock as the 2 buddies synchronized their actions. I was too aroused to feel shame or have mental anguish. I was all into my bodily bliss. Lance came first, dumping his goo in my mouth. I swallowed it. Soon his organ began shriveling. He pulled out and watched Morton abusing my ass. With Lance out of the picture, I could free one hand and jacked off. I didn't need much and came in less than a minute. Morton tensed shortly after and erupted in my back hole a moment later. After he finished, he pulled out, and like Lance did the other day, he knelt before me, and shoved his partly deflated messy prick between my lips, forcing me to clean him. The taste was disgusting, but I did it without vomiting. After I cleaned his pecker, Morton smiled, hit lightly my exposed bottom, and blurted. "Lance, teach here is really the best we've had so far. He is definitely a keeper." Lance laughed, "Told you." I wasn't sure whether to savor the compliment or die of shame, so I attempted to show no emotion.

As I was about to leave, I got a phone call. It was Tatiana. Thinking it might be an emergency, I answered, "Hi Tatiana. Is everything OK?"

She said, "I just talked to Barb. She and her husband went last weekend to the new bar on Park Street. They had a lot of fun, and she highly recommended that we go there. Our anniversary is next weekend. Can we go?"

"Honey, bars are not for us. It's noisy, smoky, and people get drunk. Isn't it better to go to a concert or a show?"

"Every year we have done it. Let's try something different. If we do not like it, we won't go there again."

I sighed, "OK, dear, as you say."

The whole discussion was easily heard by Lance and Morton. Lance said, "You never talk about your wife, the teacher. Do you have current pictures of her?"

"Sure. I keep in my wallet photos of Tatiana and my daughters."

"Show me."

I was proud to demonstrate my good looking family members. The first picture showed the daughters posing in the yard. Lance smiled, "You were right. Your teenagers are cute." Next, I showed a picture of Tatiana and me on a trip. The last photo demonstrated Tatiana on one of our vacations. She was wearing her white bikini, hitting a beach ball. Lance ogled the photo for a long moment and said, "Your wife has turned into a beauty. You never mentioned her appearance has improved over the years."

My face flushed, and I muttered, "It never came up."

He glanced at me and said, "Several times I have visited the bar you folks talked about, and I know the owner. I can call him, tell him I have 2 guests, and ask him as a favor to keep a corner table for 4 for us at 9 pm on Saturday."

I grinned, "That would be nice. In the corner it will be less noisy, and if we do not enjoy the place, we'll leave."

"Ok, then," Lance said, and I headed out to my car.

At home, I told Tatiana that I met 2 former students of ours at the health facility, and we reminisced about school and their lives since then. Both of them were very successful and offered to help us get good seats at the bar. I neglected to talk about my 'special relationship' with these guys... Tatiana heard me and showed a happy face, "It will be nice to experience a bar scene once in a lifetime and see how our students matured and ready to conquer the world."

...

On the weekend of our anniversary, our girls made us an album with family pictures and special funny writings under each picture. Then Sherry said, "We also decided to give you a weekend without our noisy complaints, so we'll be going to Debra and stay there until Sunday night." Tatiana and I kissed and thanked them for their wonderful present.

Toward the evening, Tatiana seemed nervous. "What is it?" I asked.

"I have no idea what to wear to a bar, especially since we are going to meet former students."

"Honey, I haven't been to a bar either. I think you should wear something comfortable but nice."

I shaved, showered, put on khakis, and a clean blue shirt. I knew that Tatiana would be ready at least 15 minutes later and sat to watch TV. She opened the door 20 minutes later and stared at me to see my reaction. Tatiana had on a tight, midi style, black skirt, a pink blouse with the upper button open, and 2" heel shoes. Soft red lipstick and a long pearl necklace completed the appearance. I was stunned. There was nothing overt in the way she presented herself, but I couldn't recall even once she made that much effort to show how pretty and great a figure she had. I whistled, and she blushed, "Clint, if you think it's too much, I'll change."

"No honey, don't change a thing. You look amazing, and I am proud of you the way you are."

We parked on the street nearby and walked toward the bar. I noticed a few men of all ages ogling Tatiana and whispered at her, "Darling, you seem to be an attraction around here."

"I know, and it makes me uncomfortable. Let's go faster."

As we entered, I noticed Lance waving at us. I led Tatiana to the table. Both guys stood up, and I introduced everybody, "Guys, you probably remember my wife, Tatiana Short, who taught you biology in high school. And these are Lance and Morton, who grew and matured fast. I hope you remember them."

Tatiana chuckled, "Yes, they have changed, but I do recall. Lance had a lot of pimples and stared at me, having a mischievous smile, but his knowledge was perfect. Morton's hair was even redder back then, and he was a good student too."

She extended her hand to Lance, "Big boy, you turned into a handsome young man." He grinned, "Mrs. Short..."

She stopped him, "I am no longer your teacher, so please call me Tatiana."

"Tatiana, you haven't changed a bit. You look gorgeous. You were one of my favorite teachers and by far the most attractive." She laughed, "That is nice of you to say."

Then she turned to Morton, and they shook hands too. He mumbled, "I think I saw you one day at the marketplace. I wanted to say hi, but I didn't dare approach you."

Tatiana gazed at him, "Why not? Was I a scary teacher? I would have been happy to chat with you. Never mind, now we'll have ample time to talk."

Lance stood up and looked at Tatiana, "I am going to bring some drinks. What will you two have?"

I said, "Neither of us drinks alcohol. Anything else will be fine."

He giggled, "Guys, we are in a bar. Everybody has alcoholic drinks. Tell you what, I'll bring 2 very mild cocktails. One will be sweeter than the other. Just taste them, and if you don't like them, I'll bring you cold drinks of your choice."

He disappeared among the crowd that surrounded the bar, and Tatiana interrogated Morton about his current life. He told her he wasn't married, and explained in detail the project Lance and he were working on. I listened and, like Tatiana, was impressed with their initiative and sophistication.

Lance returned with 2 cocktail glasses and a couple of beers. Tatiana took a sip from one and mumbled, "That's OK."Then she tried the other one and she grinned, "This is sweeter and I like it." I tasted both and preferred the other one, which was less sweet and somewhat tangier.

Lance sat down and, with Morton, they continued talking about the concept behind their work, telling us that half the project was complete, and 2 medical equipment companies showed interest already. After 20 minutes of talking and drinking, Lance stood up and said, "We talk too much about work. It's time to enjoy. The music is playing, and as you can see, there are multiple couples on the floor. Tatiana, may I invite you for a dance?"

Tatiana chuckled, "Sorry, Lance, but my dancing skills are underdeveloped. I grew up in a small conservative town, and I've never danced before. The minimum I know is from watching others dance on TV."

Lance insisted, "Don't worry. It's slow music, and dancing is extremely simple. I'll show you."

"You'll hate me for stepping on your toes."

"Trust me that it will be easy, simple, and fun."

He helped her up and led her to the floor. He made her watch another couple dancing, then said something to her, and they started moving together. In the beginning, her face showed concern, but soon it was replaced with a smile. Lance held her in his arms and guided her around. Every now and then, I saw him leaning into her and whispering something in her ear.

Next, Morty asked me something about our current conditions at the school. I elaborated, saying it wasn't perfect, certain pieces of equipment were missing, and some teachers moved to other states, but it could be worse. We chatted for a while, and slowly I began feeling slightly lightheaded. Was it the alcohol? I looked at the dancing floor. It was now full with too many people moving around and dancing, and I couldn't see Tatiana and Lance. I continued sitting, occasionally talking to Morty, not checking my watch.

At one point, I felt the need to pee. I apologized to Morty and wobbled toward the bathroom. There was a line, but eventually I did my business and got out. The straight path to our table was blocked by the crowd, and I went around. I reached a dim corner and saw Lance and Tatiana. They were moving around all right, but he was now behind her. Several buttons on her shirt were undone, her bra was missing, and his large palm was kneading her bare tit! Her head leaned back on his broad chest, and her right hand was massaging his cock. I thought I was dreaming and rubbed my eyes, but it was real: His zipper was open, and Tatiana's hand was all over his shaft, while his hand was now tweaking her nipple. Her eyes were shut, and her face displayed intense delight. WTF?... To my chagrin, my dick found the sight highly arousing, and it created a small tent in my pants.

Suddenly, Lance noticed me watching him. My front bulge did not escape his eyes. He had a smirk, and then he winked at me. He signaled to me he'd bring her to our table shortly. I was dizzy and confused to think it over. I managed to reach our table. Morty saw my unstable gate and asked, "Are you OK? You didn't even finish your glass." I mumbled something and leaned my head on the table.

I woke up when Tatiana and Lance arrived. His fly was neatly zipped, and Tatiana's blouse was buttoned all the way to the top. However, when she moved, her tits bounced freely, and it was clear her bra was off. Her eyes were half open, her hair mildly disheveled, and Lance's hand helped her sit at the table. Lance blurted, "The crowd was so noisy, that we had to move to a quieter corner. I see that you folks drank too much for the first time, so I'd better drive you 2 home." I couldn't find my voice and nodded my head up and down.

In retrospect, I barely remember the drive home and how we ended up in bed.

I woke up with a headache, watching Tatiana still sleeping, having on last night's clothes. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, took Tylenol, and had a long shower. When I exited, I saw Tatiana sitting on the bed and looking confused.

She mumbled, "So it wasn't a nightmare after all..."

"No, it wasn't."

"I am blanking everything that happened between the time that Lance led me to the dance floor and until now. What happened?"

I said, "Honey, go freshen up, take a shower, and I'll make us a strong coffee. We can talk about it later."

...

As we drank our coffee, Tatiana inspected my eyes for answers. I talked in a low tone, explaining to her how I found her with Lance in the dark corner. I neglected to talk about my erect cock at the time. When I finished, Tatiana kept looking at me in silence.

I asked, "What do you think?"

Her reply was short: "He took advantage of me being drunk and abused my body."

"Do you wish to do something about it?"

"No!"

The whole day I tried to stay with her and tell her it was not her fault, and Lance behaved like a jerk. Tatiana refused to talk about it and stayed mum most of the day.

Monday evening, I went to the health facility. Lance was exercising until 9 pm. Then he took a shower and entered the sauna. I waited 5 minutes and entered too. I sat by him and said, "Lance, what you did was disgusting and totally uncalled for."

He turned to me, "I didn't feel that she suffered that much, and if I recall correctly, seeing us made you horny as well."

"That is not the point. You knew she was my wife, and you exploited her under-the-influence status to use her body for your own pleasure."

"Clitty, your wife is beautiful. I couldn't resist the temptation. If she had shown signs of rejection, I would have stopped. Look, I am not in the mood to discuss it. Bye." And then he left.

...

I returned home earlier than usual and found Tatiana in bed, reading. I blurted, "Honey, you look particularly desirable this evening." She had a small smile, but kept quiet. She turned off the light. I closed the distance between us, and hugged her. Her respiration rate increased. I cupped her left breast and kneaded it lightly. She moaned and mumbled, "Yes..."

After a short foreplay, I 69'd her. Our sexual act was longer than normal. I attempted to arouse her the best I could, but she seemed unresponsive for a long time. I thought of giving up, but then, her pussy folds became moist and she underwent a great orgasm. I couldn't cum.

We separated, and Tatiana fell asleep almost immediately, but I kept awake for half an hour, knowing that the episode in the bar took a significant emotional toll on both of us.

The rest of the week, I did my best to distract my mind from thinking about that event, but it kept creeping into my brain. Worse of all, my desire for Lance's cock became intolerable. I wanted him in my mouth, down my throat, filling my mouth with his hot jizz...

The following Monday I could not take it anymore and exercised until 9 pm. Lance saw me there but pretended not to. A couple of minutes after he went into the sauna room, I joined him. He leaned back, and his eyes were shut.

I said, "Lance, I missed you." He didn't answer.

I repeated, "It's been a week since I last saw you."

His eyes were still shut, and he blurted, "Last time you misbehaved. You reprimanded me for taking advantage of Tatiana. I didn't like your tone of voice and decided it was time to end our relationship."

"Lance, please, don't do it. I like you and... your marvelous penis."

"Clitty, you have a wife. Isn't it enough?"

"Since I met you, my life has changed. I need your cock to cum."

"Look, like you said, I offended your wife. A good husband should cut all ties with a guy who does it."

"I know, but without you, I feel lost."

"I don't know..."

"PLEASE!..."

"Let's compromise. I'll let you suck my dick on condition that I'll have an opportunity to apologize to Tatiana."

"I can ask her, but she is pretty upset yet, and she might refuse."

"Clitty, you know her well, so I trust that you'll try hard and convince her to accept my apology, otherwise, I'll feel bad about the whole affair and quit you. As a prepayment for your successful mission, you can go ahead and suck my junk."

I didn't wait for another invitation. I pounced on his cock like a hungry animal. Feeling him expanding in my mouth and slowly extending all the way to my esophagus was indescribable. My own pecker turned steely hard. I prolonged both our climaxes for as long as I could, and we came almost simultaneously. I happily swallowed his large load and then licked his genitals.

When I was done, I mumbled, "Thank you, Lance. I'll try to talk to Tatiana."

He eyed me, "Do that. OUR relationship depends on it."

...

The girls were out when I arrived home, and I found my wife looking aimlessly at the wall. I hugged her, "Honey, are you still thinking about the bar scene?"

"Yes."

"Earlier, at the club, I saw Lance. He approached me and attempted to apologize to me for what happened. I was too upset and wanted to leave, but he pleaded with me, saying he felt very bad about everything. I told him angrily that his apology should be done to you and not me. He agreed and asked for another chance to meet you and apologize in person."

"Clint, you 2 are crazy if you think I'll be able to look him in the eye without feeling humiliated again."

"Please reconsider. He seemed genuinely sorry, and I think forgiveness will be a proper closure for everything. He was our student, and if he misbehaved, it could also be considered partly OUR fault."

"I'll think about it, but right now I am still too upset."

"Thank you for giving the idea another thought. It's tough for me too, because I see him often at the facility, and his pleading eyes tantalize me."

...

The next time I met Lance at the sauna, I told him that Tatiana agreed 'to think' about meeting him again to accept his apology. He chuckled, "That's a good start. You can have your lollipop, but I expect a more definitive answer next time."

I said, "I'll be busy in the following week. Tatiana's birthday is coming, and I am thinking about a special gift for her. She loves paintings and watching famous painters' pictures in museums, so I thought of buying a lithograph of Dali or Whistler."

Lance's eyes brightened, "I have an idea. Why don't we celebrate her birthday at my house? Most people I know invest their money in the stock market, but it's so volatile that I invest only 10% of my wealth. I got a substantial amount of money when I sold my startups, and with the money, I bought at auctions a few pictures and drawings of famous artists. They are hung in a specially secured room in my house. When you guys come here, I'll be happy to show her my collection."

Lance's proposal sounded like a good plan; it was especially tailored to Tatiana's hobby, and would provide her with a good opportunity to accept his apology. I milked Lance's monster to completion, smiled happily, and rushed home to talk to my wife.

Our daughters were in the living room with a couple of friends, noisy as usual. I told them my ears hurt and begged them to go to one of their rooms. After 10 minutes, they disappeared. I found Tatiana in the laundry room, separating the used clothes. I hugged her from behind.

She giggled, "Honey, what is it?"

"While exercising, I met Lance again." I saw her smile disappear. "He asked me how you were doing, and I said you were OK, but I was debating what to buy for your upcoming birthday. He offered to celebrate it at his house. It turns out he used most of the money he got from selling his startups to buy works of famous painters. They are hanging in a secure room, but when he heard that paintings are your favorite hobby, he promised to show you everything he has."

"Is it a ploy, or he really has a room full of highly sought after pictures?"

"We can easily verify it. I'll text him to send me an example of one of the paintings he owns."

I texted Lance, "Tatiana does not believe you have paintings of known artists. Can you take 2 pictures of art from your collection to prove it?"

Fifteen minutes later, I got an answer. His message included 2 attachments: A painting made by Gainsborough, and a drawing by Chagall.

Tatiana stared at the 2 and mumbled, "He is not lying. They look real. Well, if you think it will be a good idea to meet him, I'll do it, but he better apologize properly, or that will be the last time I ever wish to hear his name." I kissed her lovingly and said, "I'll tell him that."

I texted Lance that Tatiana agreed to visit his house the upcoming weekend, IF he apologized for taking advantage of her at the bar. He sent back a smiling emoji, and suggested we be at his door by 5 pm on Saturday.

...

Early afternoon on Saturday, the girls were away with their buddies. I was watching a ball game on TV, and was oblivious to Tatiana's preparation for her birthday party at Lance's. I was wearing jeans and a T shirt. However, it turned out that my wife's idea of a birthday bash was different. She wore the short, tight black dress with the front zipper, which I bought for her for Valentine's. She looked smashing: It looked like it was tailored to her body. The only issue was that anything she wore underneath that dress would have been easily visible. I inspected her figure and saw no panty lines or evidence of bra straps. From certain angles, the shape of her protruding nipples was noticed. With her matching 3" heel shiny black shoes, she was barely 1" shorter than me. Her wavy, shoulder length hair was loose and looked radiant. She smiled at me, "Do I look OK for my birthday party?"

"Honey, you look fantastic! Much more than 'OK'. I think Lance's tongue will get stuck when he sees you like that."

"Good, I want him to apologize and recall the bad deeds he did the other time. He can ogle but not touch." She added shiny red lipstick and a long pearl bead necklace. Tatiana opened the front zipper slightly, to let the lower part of her necklace rest on her chest. My wife looked absolutely amazing. She saw it in my eyes and grinned.

During the drive, Tatiana asked me if we shouldn't have brought something, after all, we couldn't ask Lance to take care of everything. I said that he didn't mention that we bring anything, which meant that he planned something small, or arranged everything himself.

Lance opened the door, gave one look at Tatiana, whistled, took her hand, and kissed it. He said, "Tatiana, you look fabulous, really! First, let me apologize profusely for being naughty the other time. It was uncalled for, and I am truly sorry."

She smiled, "You were more than just 'naughty', but you are forgiven."

He let us inside. The house was dim, with only a few candle holders with lit candles showing the place. The smell of Lavender and Sandalwood incenses were felt. Soft, slow music was playing in the plush living room. In the middle of the room was a large chocolate cake with frosting on top and the writing, 'HAPPY B'DAY TITI'.

Tatiana chuckled, "You gave me a nickname."

Lance muttered, "Your full name was too long for the cake, and I thought you'd like it this way."

"Yes, I do, and thank you for preparing all that stuff for me."

"There is much more. Here is a bowl with a sweet cocktail, plates with pistachios and Brazil nuts, as well as a variety of cold drinks. By the way, Morton is also here. He is sitting quietly in the corner, letting me finish my apology and show you what I prepared for you. At the end of the evening, I'll also give you a birthday gift."

Tatiana blushed, "Lance, you overdid it. It's a simple birthday."

"I disagree. It's the first time you are here, and I thought you deserved something special."

Morton hesitantly approached us and mumbled, "Tatiana, you look so much better than in class..."

She giggled, "Did you expect me to show up like this before teenagers who were supposed to concentrate on their studies?"

Lance poured a glass of cocktail for each of us and said, "Cheers to the pretty lady on her 18th birthday, may she live to 120."

Tatiana sipped the cocktail and laughed, "Clint here was supposed to teach you math. If I am 18, I must be younger than you."

Lance smiled, "Who cares about chronological age? I see you are in a good mood, and judging without prejudice, I'd say you are younger than anybody in this room. Morton, agree?"

Morton chortled, "Of course."

Lance sliced the cake, gave a large piece to Tatiana, and much smaller pieces to the rest of us.

My wife giggled, "Do I look underweight that you give me such a big piece?"

Lance winked at her, "No milady, I was under the impression that you like sweet things, and it goes very well with the cocktail. It contains rum and several tropical fruit juices. How do you like the drink?"

"It's sweet and refreshing. I like it."

Next, Lance asked Morton to bring a prototype of the device they were working on. It was the size of a 9V battery with a catheter attached to it. He said it was a smart pacemaker with the ability to give a DC shock if it detected severe arrhythmia. The small size and the sophistication took Tatiana and me by surprise. OUR students created something that could save the lives of millions of people! We continued eating, drinking, and chatting for half an hour, and then Lance said, "Tatiana, I heard you like paintings. Is it true?"

"Oh, I love seeing good paintings. Every time we travel to a large city, I visit the art museum. I myself paint too, but my skills in this area are mediocre at best."

"Come with me and I'll show you my collection. I think you'd like it. Since Clint is less into painting, he can stay here with Morty and continue talking about our device. Perhaps Clint can help us find another interesting project we can work on later."

Tatiana followed Clint into the long hall until they disappeared. Morton continued talking to me about their prior projects. Gradually, I began feeling pleasurable warmth spreading throughout my body. I was feeling happy and, for some reason, even aroused. He took me to a large room full of instruments and tubes and started telling me about them. As a physics teacher, I understood more than most people what he was talking about, but the arousal kept creeping into my psyche, and my pants showed a growing tent. I had no idea what was going on, but rather than listen to Morti, my attention was directed at his pants.

He continued telling me details of the software they installed, and then he noticed where my eyes were directed. He smiled, "Clint, I think I talked too much. You seem to be more interested in what I have in my pants, don't you?"

His direct approach should have shocked me, but my logic was elsewhere, and I felt an urge to touch his dick. I said, "I have no idea why it is, but... you are right."

He guided me to another room with a large mirror that covered the whole wall, a long table, and a king size bed. He pointed to my clothes and ordered, "Take them off."

I hesitated, "Tatiana and Lance may come looking for us."

He laughed, "Lance's painting room is full of treasured artistic works. It will take them at least an hour and a half to finish. By then we'll be done."

I watched his eyes, and he opened his fly, revealing a growing penis. I overcame my reluctance, removed my clothes, and knelt before him. He commanded, "Clitty, lower my pants and do what you do best."

I hesitated no more, unbuckled his belt, lowered his pants and briefs to his ankles, and watched in awe his thick organ hardening and rising before my eyes. I gently massaged it, eager to take it in my mouth. I licked the tip, and it jerked. My lips enveloped the heavy crown and milked it. A drop of precum landed on my tongue. It tasted much milder than his cum the other day. My mouth moved forward, taking in as much as I could. Once he reached my epiglottis, I started bobbing it. I enjoyed the manly smell and the fresh taste of his velvety cock, and did it slowly, trying to prolong the action. I had no idea what the time was or what was going on around me. I concentrated on savoring the erotic taste of his large tool invading my oral cavity. He seemed to enjoy the attention, and his groans were loud. Then his palms pulled my neck into him and he started fucking my face. Being somewhat shorter than Lance's, I tolerated his crude assault on my mouth. To my astonishment, without touching my prick, I felt I was cumming. It was very different than the usual orgasm; I was ejaculating without the heightened excitement of a classic climax. I didn't have much time to think about it before his organ spewed a ton of slimy goo deep in my throat.

When Morty was finished, I felt very good, but my horniness did not diminish. I ogled his slowly shrinking member with obvious disappointment. He saw it in my eyes and blurted, "You seem to be still hungry, aren't you?"

I lowered my head and whispered, "Yes... I don't know why."

"No worries. Give me 10 minutes, and I'll be ready for an encore. Did I mention I like your cute ass?"

"Last time you said something to that effect."

He exited the room and returned a couple of minutes later with our drinks. He chugged his, and I sipped from mine. He said, "Your dick is on the small size. How can you satisfy your wife with this tiny thing?"

"It's not tiny. In fact, when my penis is fully erect, it is 5'5", which according to the literature it is the average male size. YOURS is much thicker and somewhat longer than most."

"And Tatiana orgasms when you fuck her with your... undersized thing?"

"Most of the time, we use 69 position."

"It explains a lot."

Our talk must have aroused him, and I noticed his rod starting to engorge again. He said, "I think I am ready to fuck you. Climb the table, lie on your back, and spread your legs for me."

Next, he showed me a tube with oily stuff that he brought when he came with our glasses. As I lay supine on the hard table, he moved between my knees, lifted my calves over his shoulders, and put an abundant amount of the thick liquid on my perineum, around my anus and on his still engorging prick. Then he slowly penetrated my sphincter with the soft head. My hole was already trained to be invaded, and the initial pain was minimal. Within seconds, the familiar pleasurable feeling of my anus being used mounted to a considerable height. As his drilling my ass intensified, I was on cloud 9. I closed my eyes and let my mind float and imagine I was in paradise. I shook each time his helmet hit my sensitive prostate, and like before, all of a sudden I sensed a stream coming off my pecker. Morti lasted a very long time. Was it because he had a lot of fun, or because he came earlier? Who knows? I didn't care. I was busy dreaming about my own bliss...

Eventually, his big dick spasmed in my anus, and he erupted in my bowels. My brain slowly returned to normal. I mumbled that I needed to go to the bathroom. He led me to the nearest one. I can not recall how much time it took, but after I came out, I stared at myself in the large mirror, tried to do my hair, and eliminate any sign of our encounter.

We returned to the living room, adjusted our clothes, and ate another piece of cake with nuts. Lance and Tatiana arrived 15 minutes later. Her lipstick was gone, the necklace nowhere to be seen, and her zipper open halfway over her chest, exposing plenty of sexy cleavage.

It was like a deja vu all over again: My brain told me Tatiana was once more involved in an improper act with Lance. However, Morti and I were not innocent either, and more importantly, I was still feeling very good. Was it the alcohol? The sex I just had?

Tatiana was smiling too, oblivious to the fact that anybody could tell she didn't just watch paintings. She extended her hand to Morty and then Lance, and said, "Guys, thank you for the beautiful birthday party. I hope to see you again sometime in the future."

As we drove home, Tatiana was very quiet. I didn't talk either. Later, in bed, I asked her, "Do you want to share with me what happened at Lance's house?"

"I am too tired. Let's go to sleep, and we'll talk tomorrow."

I slept like a baby and woke up at 8 am smelling fresh coffee. Tatiana, the girls, and I ate breakfast with minimal chat. When our daughters disappeared, Tatiana gazed at me and blurted, "Clint, now we can talk. Would you rather I start or you?"

"I want to hear about Lance and you."

"OK, but let me finish. Do not interrupt me until I'm done. Promise?"

"Yes."

"When I followed Lance to the paintings room, I was feeling unusually happy. I suspect the cocktail had something to do with it. The room was at the end of the hall. The door opened with a special code. When he opened it, I saw about 20 paintings and drawings covering all 4 walls. He let me walk in front and examine each picture up close. The first one was a Whistler from his Nocturne series. The second was a portrait of a lady made by Gainsborough. Then he had a drawing by Chagall that served as a draft for one of his famous paintings. To cut the story short, his collection was not less valuable than that of a small museum. I moved slowly, examining one artwork after the other, as Lance stood behind me and explained the motive, the brush use, and the reason the painter chose to make that piece of art. After 10 works, I was elated: Free, highly valued paintings were being presented especially for me. Lance followed me with his body barely touching mine when he was whispering in my ear. As we reached a drawing by Edgar Degas, he was very close, with his body nudging mine. I could smell his expensive deodorant and feel his hot breath on my neck. The aura was intoxicating. I leaned back on his chest. He hugged my tummy, and we continued this way to the next painting. After 3 more drawings, both his arms were around my abdomen, and my back rested on his muscular chest. The 19th drawing was made by Suzanne Valadone. You have probably never heard her name, but she drew great nudes. A young woman was lying spread eagled on the bed, looking straight at us. Lance muttered, "It's a terrific drawing, but your figure is much more attractive." I remember mumbling, "You're just saying it." He said, "Not true. I remember your gorgeous body very well. Your breasts are rounder, and the nipples are darker and pointier."

I chuckled, "You have a good memory." He kissed my cheek and said, "I recall only exceptionally beautiful things, and your tits are terrific." As I said, I felt very happy before we entered the room, and now I felt even happier. His whispers sounded very erotic and my cunt began leaking. I wasn't sure how to react to his sensual talk. And then I felt something hard poking my lower back. It couldn't be, could it? Was he also having similar thoughts?...

I couldn't resist, and jiggled my ass slightly, noticing I was right. Lance was stiff as steel. Knowing he was also horny enhanced the way I felt. And then we moved together to the last one by John Currin. It was a colored painting of a nude woman. Unlike Valadone's drawing, this one showed all the details without cover, shade, or missing something. The naked young lady had a tiny smile, as if asking us to appreciate her beauty. I was aroused and pressed my back onto Lance. He murmured, "This one I purchased after having sex with you. She reminded me of you. Her boobs are as amazing as yours," and then his palms gently cupped my covered breasts. I held my breath and felt his hands start tweaking them lightly. I heard myself moan. He whispered, "I'd love to compare your tits to those in the picture. May I?"

I didn't answer, as my arousal got the better of me. His fingers moved at a snail's pace, lowering my front zipper until both my boobs were exposed. To my surprise, I felt no shame or embarrassment, just... being free. He tenderly massaged my hard nipples, and I felt him begin to dry hump me. I was becoming extremely horny and my mind was on fire. He turned me around, kissed and then sucked on my breast. I didn't feel I was doing it until I realized my palm was trailing his covered erection. It felt huge. He kissed me softly and said, "I heard from your husband you love oral." I blushed and stayed mum. He gingerly pushed my shoulders down to kneel before him and said, "Titi, open my zipper and show me." My hesitation lasted only a few seconds. I opened his fly, and a giant phallus jumped at me. I recall gasping. He chuckled, "Bigger than Clint, isn't it?" I didn't answer and attempted to take it in my mouth. It was massive, and I could hardly take half of it before starting to choke. I managed to move in and out several times, feeling I needed to cum too. I began playing over my covered cunt before Lance noticed. He pulled his cock from my mouth and said, "Titi, not today. It's your birthday, and you deserve a proper orgasm. I want to have a full intercourse with you."

Halfheartedly I said, "Isn't it dangerous. Both Morton and Clint are nearby. They may come in and see us."

"No, they can't. The door is locked. In any case, they are very busy now." As he was talking, he lowered my dress zipper all the way. I was now as naked as the girl in the painting. He lowered me onto the carpet, spread my legs and sniffed my drenched pussy. He laughed, "I knew you were as aroused as me."

Next, he penetrated slowly into my vagina. The same vagina that was too large for you, could barely accommodate his enormous pole. He filled me like never before. As he began pounding me, I shuddered and started orgasming. He roughed my tits, and plowed my pussy relentlessly for a long time. I was crying and screaming, but he didn't care. He drilled into me like a powerful jackhammer, ignoring my noise and sending me to heaven. At that time, I couldn't care less if I was his former teacher, if I was married to another, or if I had children. The only thing on my mind was to continue feeling like that and never stop. I was half conscious until I heard him growl, and he ejaculated with jet after jet of his seed at my cervix. Fortunately, I was 3 days after my period, so pregnancy was unlikely. I was dazed for a long time after my blissful sex, realizing what I was missing all those years since our daughters were born. But I started feeling guilty about betraying you and began to cry. Lance attempted to make me feel better, but I told him that, unlike in the bar, this time I was fully in control and didn't stop our shenanigans. He giggled and pulled me, still naked, into the next room. It had a one way mirror. As I stared through the glass, I saw you being screwed by Morton... I was too stunned to say much, but my guilt trip was gone in a hurry. We sat on chairs and watched you 2 going at it. I recall thinking: How come I never knew you were into gay stuff?"

Tatiana stopped talking and stared at me quizzically. I was speechless. My face was beet red, and I sat still like a mummy. She waited for a moment, and when she understood I couldn't talk, she blurted, "Well, for now, the subject is less important. Right now, we must reassess our relationship and decide how we are going to continue. If we reach an agreement, I prefer to rule out a divorce. I still love you, and the daughters need you around as well. But our intimate relations will have to undergo a significant change. I hope we can compromise on something that we can both live with. Let's think about it for a couple of days and discuss it again on Tuesday, when Sherry and Thelma are at Mara's."

...

On Monday, I purposely exercised earlier than usual, so I did not see Lance. I returned home, watched TV, and hardly talked to anybody at home. The girls were focused on themselves and were not aware that there was something unusual. Tatiana knew, of course.

On Tuesday, when we were back home alone, my wife glanced at me, "Anything you can say now that will explain what happened to you, and what would you like our future to be?"

"I have no excuse. I was tempted by Lance's huge cock, and after tasting it once, I became obsessed by it. Does it mean I am a sub? Maybe. Am I bisexual? Probably. Can I compete with Lance or Morton's much more impressive dicks? Of course not. So I defer to you to make the decisions."

She eyed me for a moment and said, "You said you became obsessed with Lance's big dick, but I see that you accepted another big dick as well... So you crave big dicks. After having Lance's monster fill my pussy, assuming he is still interested, I'd like his cock to continue giving me pleasure in the future too. And IF we sleep together, we may from time to time engage in oral activity. What do you think?"

"Are you suggesting each of us will continue seeing Lance at different times?"

"Sounds good to me, unless you have other ideas."

"What about Morton?"

"As far as I am concerned, if Lance would like the idea of having me once or twice a week, Morton becomes irrelevant. But if he is no longer into me, I might reconsider Morton."

"I'll talk to Lance tomorrow when I see him in the club."