The Lance Effect Ch. 04

In the previous chapters: My wife, Tatiana, 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. On her birthday, my wife wanted us to go for the first time to a bar. I hesitated, but Lance arranged for us to go there. Under the influence of alcohol, he was able to seduce and have sex with Tatiana. At home, when she found out what happened, she was very upset, but Lance asked me to tell her he wanted to apologize, and we even ended up at his home to celebrate her birthday. Lance led Tatiana to watch his collection of paintings, which led once again to them having a sexual encounter. When she expressed remorse, he brought her to a room with a one way mirror, through which she saw Lance's friend having anal sex with me. At home, my wife told me everything, and the question was how to go forward from here.

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Wednesday evening, I exercised as usual and saw Lance and Morton talking while working out on 2 adjacent machines. Morton left around 9 pm. I showered and then went to the sauna. Lance joined me 15 minutes later. I told him about the discussion I had with my wife.

He listened without interruption and then said, "Clitty, I hope you remember I said you 2 were not the only ones I was meeting with. I love my life as a non-attached butterfly who can move from flower to flower at his leisure. Nobody tells me when or whom to see. As my former teachers, Titi and you have a special place in my heart, but only up to a point. You yourself are a useful sub, and I like both your hot lips and cute ass. Titi is a lady who has all the good attributes one may look for in a mature woman: Beauty, a great figure, and ready to devour life. So I can continue with both of you, meeting each one on separate days. However, since my schedule is very busy, we'll be able to meet only about once a month. An alternative is having both of you together. In that case, twice a month is doable." He looked at me, waiting for my reaction.

"I have no problem with it, in fact, the perversion of the situation arouses me, but I didn't discuss this option with Tatiana. I have a question about it: Being with 2 people on a regular basis requires... more stamina. Would you be able to keep it going for a while?"

He laughed, "Teach, until now, what you guys have witnessed did not begin to scratch the surface of my abilities. I've participated in threesomes, foursomes, and real orgies multiple times, never needing Viagra. But with you 2 being with me, it doesn't mean I have to make you cum each time. I may decide to use one to prepare the other for me and fuck only Titi or you, letting the other one watch or masturbate. Another possibility is for me to play with one of you, and the third party gets his/her reward by having sex with each other under my supervision. A 3rd option is to bring Morty to our gathering. As you see, meeting Tatiana and you at the same time offers more time together as well as more variety. I get that you wish to discuss it with your wife. In the meantime, I want to see you, Clitty, alone in my house on Thursday, and Titi alone on Saturday. Tell her to text me, so I'll give her the best time. And now, you have my permission to suck your favorite pacifier."

I felt good: Lance's organ was now mine to enjoy, and he seemed to be receptive to the idea of seeing both Tatiana and me. As he lay supine on the upper shelf, I knelt on the lower one, took his humongous tool between my lips, and started gently munching on it. The sleeping beast woke up slowly and began stiffening. I changed to a hand job for a short time, licking his hairy scrotum and admiring his jiggling testicles inside. Next, I let him into my mouth again and milked him at a higher speed, making him moan with pleasure. I heard him mumble, "Clitty, you are the best cocksucker I ever had." It could have sounded like a humiliating remark to others, but my brain had already gotten used to blowing him, and I savored the compliment. I alternated between slow but powerful sucking and rapid softer milking, tantalizing Lance and prolonging the oral game. After like 15 minutes, I intensified my manipulations and he fed me his delicious juices.

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As I entered our front door, I saw everybody in the kitchen. Tatiana looked at me curiously, ignoring the fact that our girls were around, and asked, "What did he say?"

I chuckled, "I thought we'd talk about it later, but if you insist... In principle, he agrees, but there are several options, and he wants us to choose one. In any case, he'll see me on Thursday, and you on Saturday."

She grinned, "I was worried... OK, let's delay the rest for later."

An hour later, in bed, I stared at her eyes and blurted, "Honey, for quite sometime we kept our emotions and feelings to ourselves. I think that before we make a major commitment about our future, it's better to put everything on the table. That way we'll know how we REALLY understand how to apply what's best for both of us."

She smiled mischievously, "OK. But YOU start."

I eyed her and muttered, "I'll do it. I hope you won't hate me for telling you the whole truth... One day, I was struggling to lift a heavy weight, and Lance was there to save me. Until then, I didn't know he worked out in the same facility. We started talking and later went to the showers. Over there I first noticed how massive his flaccid penis was. I kept sneaking glimpses at it. I didn't pay attention to his eyes, which realized his dick interested me. From there we went together to the jacuzzi. As he let his body float on the surface, His member was again front and center before my eyes. He sat in the jacuzzi, grabbed my hand, and placed it on his organ, saying that if I was that much curious, I could touch and feel it. Initially, I was reluctant because I never fantasized about a guy's tool before, but eventually I agreed and liked the way it felt. It was under the water, and other guests couldn't see a thing. Then we moved to the wet sauna. The white vapors hid everything. I leaned somewhat to watch his cock and he persuaded me to taste it. I didn't think of it at the time, but recalled you told me you loved giving oral and decided to try. I sucked him and realized you were right. I liked the feeling of his growing monster in my mouth. I was unready when he ejaculated, but I liked the taste of his cum. The next time I was at the facility, we both understood that from a former teacher and a friend at the exercise center, the relationship had changed. Soon, after each exercise routine, we met at the wet sauna late, so it was always empty except for us. I started enjoying giving him oral and got addicted to his prick. One day he invited me to his home and convinced me to try anal. I was scared shit due to the fact that his rod was too big for my virgin ass. But after a short discussion and his promise to be patient, I let him fuck my behind. It was very painful in the beginning, but shortly, the pleasure became the dominant feeling. His strokes created a lot of enjoyable friction, and the spongy head nudged against my sensitive prostate. What can I tell you? It was the best orgasm I've ever had. On occasions, we continued meeting at his house. I met Morton through Lance, who told me they were partners and shared everything in life. I assumed he meant in their job and going to events together. One day, Morton showed up at Lance's home while he was fucking me. I was stunned, but Lanced calmed me and said that since I liked both anal and giving oral, that was my chance to enjoy both simultaneously. To cut it short, I gave up and did it. He was right, again. Since that time, on occasions, I've met Morton again when visiting Lance's house. Remember you called me about wanting to go to a bar? Well, I got the call when I was with Lance. He heard the discussion and asked to see your newest photos. I showed him those that I keep in my wallet. He got excited and arranged everything at the bar. Your seduction while under the influence was NOT planned, and I told you everything I saw the following morning. Apparently, unlike you, Lance liked very much whatever he was doing with you in the bar, and wanted another chance, the way he called it, 'to apologize to you'. And the rest you know..." I glanced at my wife, anxious to see her reaction.

She thought for a while and then said, "Your talk was very revealing. Apparently, I didn't know you as much as I thought... Clint, like you, I had some skeletons in my closet too. From my point of view, the bar was the place where I discovered more about myself than I imagined. The key was that I pretended to be more drunk than I really was. When we began dancing, Lance held me far from his body and simply guided me around. Gradually, his body and mine came closer, and I started smelling his deodorant and body odor. It was very manly and intoxicating. I liked the smell and did not object when he pulled me closer. I felt my chest crush against his and his penis stiffen. I knew he was getting horny, and it aroused me as well. I felt a tingle in my cunt and my juices began flowing. I leaned my head on his broad chest and felt his hands starting to trail my backside. He led me to a dark corner and slowly turned me to be with my back to him. His dick, which was now rock hard, poked my behind unabashedly and his hands moved up and down my tummy. I loved his touch and pretended to be drunk, and closed my eyes. Slowly his hands started moving up my front until he cupped my covered tits. I half opened my eyes and noticed that nobody could watch us there, so I shut my eyes again. The next thing I remember was my buttons being opened one by one. I muttered that it was inappropriate, since I was married. He whispered, 'Trust me. Clint won't mind.' I wasn't sure what he meant, but his soft fingers felt amazing, and I chose to let him continue for now. As he unclasped my bra and his palms massaged my breasts, I lost it. His touch was so different than yours. It was gentle, yet demanding. He rolled my nipples between 2 fingers and then tweaked my boobs relentlessly. My arousal reached a height I've never been to before. He nibbled on my ear and murmured that he wanted me while one of his hands began fingering me. I remember whispering 'yes'. He inserted his large thumb in my mouth and told me to suck it. If you noticed, it's similar size to YOUR penis. Yes, I sucked it and felt his beast continue growing and pressing against my lower back. He slowly led me to a small utility room, made me sit on a small chair and asked me to open his zipper and free his cock. At the time, I was so aroused, that I'd agree to anything, and with the alcohol on board, I didn't hesitate. The first time I saw his enormous tool, I gasped. It was huge. He pulled my head onto it, and I let him in. Sucking him was a totally different experience than doing you. His dick filled my oral cavity and I could hardly breath. I thought he wanted to cum in my throat, but after a short time he pulled out and said he wanted to fuck me. As horny as I was, the only thing I cared about was not to get pregnant. Fortunately, my period was supposed to start in 2 days. He lowered my panties, placed me on a desk with my legs parted, and shoved his prick into my wet pussy. He attempted to do it slowly, but both of us were too excited and soon his thrusts were fast and furious. I came within seconds, feeling down there something completely foreign to me: Being filled to the rim, an utter bliss, an indescribable joy, and wanting it to continue forever. I heard myself crying and blubbering until I felt his lips on mine. He French kissed me, likely to muffle my noise, until the moment he erupted inside my vagina like a raging volcano. Dear, I love you, but even before our girls were born, when we still had nice sexual intercourse, I never experienced that kind of pleasure. I was all but confused when he was done. I already knew that what I was getting in bed with you was only a fraction of what I could get from Lance. My dilemma was that I loved you, and with our girls still being minors, leaving you wasn't an option. After returning home, I pretended to be angry with Lance, even though I was fantasizing daily about other sexual escapades with him. Obviously, Lance was interested in renewing our connection and offered to celebrate my birthday at his home. I knew in advance that I wished to be fucked by him again and dressed the most attractive attire I could think of, despite not being sure HOW it would happen. Lance solved it elegantly by having Morton occupy you while inviting me to see his paintings. I was ready for Lance to have me the moment we entered the painting room, but he didn't know it, and his attempt at seducing me took longer than I thought. In the paintings room, he made my suck him to completion. I agree with you; his sperm was delicious. Then he continued playing my body like a violin before plowing my pussy mercilessly, sending me to another orgasmic peak. After he was done, I knew I was becoming obsessed with his sexual performance. Watching you being anally fucked was an unexpected shock, but it relieved my guilt trip about betraying you. Well, honey, and now we are here. What are we going to do next?"

Tatiana's confession took the air out of my lungs. So now both of us not only wanted, but NEEDED Lance.

I asked her, "Would you rather meet him alone once a month or with me twice a month?"

"My preference is twice a month. My only issue is something else. He keeps having sex with other guys and ladies too. I do not like it. Even if he tests on a regular basis, we can never be sure he didn't get an STD and become contagious before his next test. And then, instead of feeling like he will be participating in our fun, it will be like having sex with a male prostitute."

"Are you saying he has to choose between having ONLY us or neither of us?"

"Since I crave his sex, I am not sure how adamant I could be, but I'll be much happier if he quits the others."

"Honey, that may be a major obstacle. He is young and not married, why would he want to tie himself exclusively to us?"

"I don't know, and I'll understand if he refuses, but I just wish he knew how I felt about it."

"Next time I see him, I'll tell him what you said."

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I came to Lance at home. Before I said anything, he blurted, "I just came back from a tiring meeting with 2 representatives of Johnson & Johnson. I need to get my energy back outside, in the jacuzzi. Let's go." We went out naked. The air was cool, but the hot water was perfect. He floated on the water's surface with his eyes closed, and his deflated member swayed gently from side to side. I craved playing with it and taking it into my mouth, but I resisted. Doing something without his permission may spell disaster for our future plans. I daydreamed about how a threesome with Tatiana and Lance would be implemented. There were many possibilities, and all of them involved me using my lips. Of course, Lance may wish to invade my anus, but then the question would be what about Tatiana... I trusted Lance to know the answer.

Suddenly, he started moving in the water. He smiled and said, "I feel better now. So what did Tatiana decide?"

"She preferred the 3 of us to spend time together twice a month, but was concerned about your frequent intimate relationships with others."

His eyes pierced mine, "Guys, I admit that being with both of you sounds tempting, and I have no doubts all 3 of us will benefit greatly. However, you expect me to give you exclusivity while you can be intimate with each other whenever you feel the urge. And like you, I want to have children. Sounds fair, no?"

"... what are you trying to say?..."

"That exclusivity can be limited in time, and with some concessions on your part. At present, there are 3 viable options: 1. No exclusivity, I see each one of you once a month, or both of you every 2 weeks until one party chooses to quit. 2. You get exclusivity for, let's say, 5 years, during which I own both of you and decide who I want to spend time with: Titi, Clitty, or both of you. In this scenario, we can enjoy ourselves more often and even travel together when time permits. But, as I said, I want to have a child. 3. You guys do not like either of the previous 2 options. In that case, we'll say goodbye and separate amicably."

"I understand options 1 and 3, but I'm confused about the 2nd one. What is 'I want to have a child'?"

"I think I said it clearly; if I am not going to have sex with another woman, who do you think can bear my child?"

"... Are you suggesting my wife will get pregnant by you and you'll be the biological father of her baby?"

"That is correct."

"Lance, with all due respect, I think you exaggerate."

"You may be right, but these are my terms. Unless money is involved, I never negotiate. As I said before, if options 1 or 2 do not suit the way you see your future, let me know, and no harm done."

"Lance, please, think about it. In the second option, you guarantee us only 5 years, but if Tatiana has a child, it's a lifelong story."

"True. But I do not want to wait many years to START thinking about a child. If we are exclusive, only after 5 years I'll start looking for a lady I may marry, and only then, she and I could discuss having a baby. All together, this means about 8 years from now. Unacceptable."

"May I enjoy your marvelous cock now and talk about everything with Tatiana when I get home?"

"No. I am not in the mood. Go home now, and if you and your wife select the 3rd option, next time I see you at the club, we'll just say hello to each other."

I dried myself, dressed up, and left. I was devastated. I didn't expect Lance's new demand."

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The same night, just before going to sleep, I mentioned to Tatiana Lance's proposal. She thought about it for much longer than expected, and then she said, "Honey, how strongly do you want Lance in your life?"

"It's like asking a coke addict if he is willing to give up the drug."

"And no exclusivity is a bad option as well. To tell you the truth, for quite some time now I wanted to have another baby. I didn't mention it to you because we stopped having normal intercourse years ago. I didn't want to embarrass you..."

"Are you willing to consider having Lance's baby?"

"I hadn't thought about it before, but out of desperation for another baby, I planned to talk to you one day about artificial insemination. Look, I am not getting younger, so if we agree to have another child, this will be the best time. With artificial insemination by an anonymous donor, we have no guarantee what diseases or behavioral abnormalities the baby will inherit from his biological father. Lance is a handsome, healthy, and bright person. Who can donate better genes to our future child? I would agree to option 2 provided the child knows that you and I are the parents, and only as an adult he/she will know the truth. Lance can visit whenever he wishes, as long as he is known as 'Uncle Lance'. If Lance accepts it, I am in for option 2. Now everything depends on you. If you refuse, I'll miss Lance dearly, but understand. Good night."

Tatiana was asleep 10 minutes later. I was tossing and turning for 2 hours. Slowly it dawned on me that Tatiana's rationale was the best scenario, taking into account the unique circumstances we were in. I was done fighting our fate.

In the morning, before leaving for work, I told Tatiana I agreed to option 2. She grinned and said, "Honey, whatever happens in bed with Lance, and if we have Lance's baby, you'll always be my real love."