A Lesson In Love

A lesson In love

I'm not sure how to start this. I could call it "mind fuck." However, to make the story I'm about to tell you make sense, I have to go back to last year and tell you how it all started. And let's call it "Boyfriend manipulation.

I was approaching panic mode as our third anniversary was fast approaching, and things had seemed, well, not totally blah in the bedroom, but maybe a tiny bit for a little while now.

I was pounding myself to make this a special one for my crazy, handsome man. He was the shining Knight in my life, and I desperately needed to make something up for him.

I found out from his blabby friends he had made reservations at the finest restaurant in town two months earlier, then went to my favorite dress shop, where they were very familiar with my sizes. They blabbed, and I found out he got me the most sexy little black dinner dress, Black sheer pantyhose, and a pair of little white thong panties that would shine through my hose.

I do work on it, and he tells me I have a perfect body. He says I'm Impeccably manicured and the grace of a princess. I realize he mostly tells me that crap when he's horny. He also bought me a delicate little necklace, nothing expensive; that was the sort of thing he knew would just set me off.

That's the most significant part of our problem. I come from a very wealthy family, and he is from a very blue-collar background. There was never any buying, my love; you had to earn it. The flowers, the wine, everything was going to be perfect. I'm sure he had waited with anticipation for weeks for that night. If anything, to see me in that outfit.

So, when I got home, the first thing I did every night was run a hot bath. And while I was in, he had everything laid out: the wine, lit candles, my dress laid on the bed, everything just right. Except he noticed my attitude was off. It wasn't an angry one; I just wasn't bubbly like; Happy Anniversary" sort of coy. Lovably, wet kiss and all, but coy.

I'll bet the first thing that struck him was the length of time I spent in the bath that night. But then it must be me grooming myself for him; after all, I couldn't possibly have forgotten our special day.

I'm sure he waited with quiet breath for the sound of the plug being pulled on my bath, and waited for me outside our room. I walked from the ensuite door to a

'HONEY;

I walked into the room with his chest out, waiting for my adulation, and it wasn't quite what he got.

I looked at the beautiful dress on the bed and said, "What's the occasion?"

To his look of "WOW,"

He was stunned.

He said. "Sweetie, it's our anniversary."

I smiled and said, "Oh, how sweet you are."

I continued, trying desperately not to ruin the ruse.

"I'm so sorry," I said,

Not looking up from the dress, I ran my hand under the silky pantyhose and stroked my finger as seductively as I could, down the edge of the little panties, and maybe a little too seductively.

"What was going on?" He thought

He said to me, "I have the perfect evening planned out for us: dinner, dancing, wine on the table."

I finally looked up at him with an innocent look on my face; I bit my lip the way I used to when we first started dating.

"I love these clothes," I said. "But do you mind if I just put them on for you, and we just stay in? I'm exhausted."

"But sweetie," he said.

"I have all these plans; I made reservations I'll have to pay for."

I put my little tongue between my teeth, the way I know it melts him

and said.

"Well, I'll try to make it up to you."

I swayed with my sexy little hips move, and my towel nearly fell off.

I gave him an open-mouthed "Awe" look, grabbed the towel edge from falling,

and said. "Do you mind pouring us a glass of wine while I put on these sexy clothes? Oh, and by the way? I know you bought these for you, "not me."

And gave him the cat-eating grin.

LOL, I watched him sulk to the kitchen to pour us a glass of wine, pouting like a child.

How dare I ruin all his plans, all the work he put into this night? If he only knew what was coming.

I know I've let the steam out of our relationship. Sex has become vanilla, and we stopped trying new things. When we first started dating, sex was fantastic, mostly because I was so new to it, and he was hung like a small horse. Nine inches long and thicker than my hand could wrap around.

I was so impressed with his size and the care he took with his little "Princess," breaking me in. I was still so tight and so not ready for one that size. Our foreplay would last an hour to make sure he had gotten me prepared for penetration.

He would go down on me so slowly, playing with my little button, sliding his fingers into me so softly, gently, massaging to work open my hole so as not to hurt me.

The first time we tried to have sex ended in mutual masturbation as he was too eager and nearly hurt me trying to drive his thickness into a not-yet-ready vagina. I used to call him daddy, referring to it as daddy's big cock, which I sometimes used to think was odd, but he loved it, and that was an incredible turn-on for me.

It took weeks of more than steady sex before I could take his size for a quickie. I guess we got into a rut, relying on his penis and not my mind to keep my baby interested.

He sat on the couch with his wine and, I'm sure, damn near ready to turn sports on. I heard him pour a second glass of wine, surely thinking what was taking so long, and still sitting there, pouting. When I finally came in from our room, I saw that look from him of "Oh, my, fucking, God, how did I hit this jackpot?

I always dress nicely; I'm not a sweats-and-sweater kind of girl. My workouts at the gym and my runs keep me perfectly fit, and hopefully, he thinks, still beautiful.

But his "WOW, My lord, Baby, you look fabulous, and I mean Stunning,"

Made me blush

I took care to ensure my makeup was perfect for what was coming--the style I use when we go out to office parties and such. My long blond, naturally curled, my cat tips eyeliner, light pink lipstick, and a spritz of my new strawberry flavor from Dior, and my plan was falling into place.

"My God," baby." He half drools."

"That dress on your body is unbelievable, if not almost a little too short, "if there is such a thing." He stammers.

Riding halfway up my thighs, these sheer pantyhose glistened in the LED lighting, accentuating the transition from my long, blonde, shiny hair.

He said, "Until this very moment, I hadn't realized until you glided over the carpet with the grace and elegance of a princess that the dress was backless."

His real meaning is "no bra."

I could see his mind was swirling. I've been in the room for barely two minutes, and he's already forgiven me, and damn if I don't notice his cock start to twitch.

He smiled at me and said "My God, baby, you look beautiful."

I picked up my glass of wine, pranced back in front of him,

and said. "WELL, what do you really think?"

With a little girl spin. Knowing how hot I looked. He was stunned, speechless for once; I giggled and gave him that evil grin again.

and said "I'm glad you like it, and I'm sorry I forgot about tonight."

I sat on the couch almost a little too far from him, more than usual, then pivoted towards him with my knee right up on the edge of the sofa, which opened my legs ever so slightly; my little dress, already short, was just below my thigh and another inch, and he would be able to see if I put on those panties.

He was staring at my gorgeous pantyhose-clad legs, hoping for a peek,

When I said, "Is everything ok?" and giggled."

WOW,

He snapped out of his gaze and realized I was giggling at him. Who is this girl? I'm being so mean to him after all he'd done to prepare all this just for me. All this confidence, is this something I've had wrapped up in my world? I leaned back into the couch, which pulled my dress up a tiny bit more.

Again, in total carnal hunger, he stammers, "DAMNNN." "Fuck me, damn; I have never wanted to make love to you so bad as right now, not when we first dated, not ever."

"Yes, this dress will be perfect." I blurted out.

"Did I hear you right? Will be perfect, perfect for what?" He said.

And then catches me again, looking at the clock.

"What is going on? What are you up to? "You're different tonight." He bemoans.

I finished my glass, looked him in the eyes, and slid off the couch, letting my dress ride right up to my waist, being a total tease on purpose. I glanced at his cock, already swelling in his slacks. His cock is straining to grow in his pants, and I'm flaunting my perfect little body like I haven't done in years; that's when things changed forever.

The doorbell rang.

I yelped quickly, "I'll get that."

I sauntered to the door while keeping an eye on him from the corner of my eye, and opened the door. I looked, and a giant smile came across my face; I gleamed out into the hallway, leaned on the door, and said. "Hello, seductively."

I hesitated, opened the door, and in walked Tasha. My stunning young friend from the gym. A perfect body with jet black hair in a skintight white knit dress. Perfectly made up and as beautiful as any woman I've ever known. Deep brown eyes you could stare into forever, ruby red lipstick, and an absolutely perfectly sculpted figure.

With the knit being as form-hugging as it is, there was no hiding the fact that she was also braless. Her incredible breasts and oversized nipples were on full display.

From all the stories she tells me at the gym, "which I'm sure she is trying to horn me up; she's quite the slut on the weekends. I suppose that's why, when I proposed this little charade, she was so eager. But before I could even introduce her to Tom and explain what was happening.

She said. "Yes, I can see it now. Look at him."

With a temptress's stare.

As I looked into my baby's eyes, I leaned in and kissed her ever so softly on the lips; it lingered, and I heard my baby moan softly.

HAHA, I know he's thinking, Yahoo, my baby brought us a play toy home. My fucking God, she is the best.

I'm gonna fuck two hot chicks tonight.

LOL, He got up from the couch and took a step towards us in the middle of the floor, and Tasha held up her hand with her finger out with that "stop right there motion. WHAT, He looked confused and devastated, and horny all at the same time, and his cock was bulging in his pants.

I look at my baby as Tasha leans her chin on my shoulder, gives my ear a tiny nibble, and seductively purrs. "Oh, Meagan, he's a dreamboat; no wonder you keep refusing me."

I kept staring at Tom, snuggled up to Tasha, and gave her earlobe a little nibble and a tiny little suck; she closed her eyes and moaned in my ear.

She put her hand behind my head and said. "Oh baby, I've been waiting for this for so long."

Tasha looked at Tom over my shoulder now, and with that same damn evil look she gave me, turned my head, and we locked into the most passionate kiss I'm sure Tom had ever seen. No hesitation, no hint she cares that he's there, just a long, moaning kiss. She then pulled back, licked my lips, and giggled.

Tasha stuck her tiny pink tongue out at me, and I sucked it into my mouth with urgency. Tasha started to slide her hand down my back and over my perfect, horny ass.

"What the fuck is going on?" Tom almost barks, "Do I get to play or what?" I say. "Baby."

With his half smile, hurt feelings, and a raging hard-on. "Wait your turn."

And continue our kiss. Tasha looks down at his boner, long and thick, facing down his leg, and says. "You weren't lying, it is huge."

A quick rush of ego flushes through his body, thinking, maybe I do get to play.

I giggled and said. "Yes, baby, I told you it was, and he really knows how to fuck."

With a pause.

"When he wants to, almost sarcastically."

Tasha looks into my eyes and just.

"UMMMMMs"

She looks back into my eyes and says. "Where's the bedroom?"

I grabbed her by the hand and turned, looking over her shoulder at Tom, dragging my friend, and Tom standing there looking like a Duffus as we walked to the room. His eyes were transfixed on Tasha's body from behind, and what a body she had. I'm sure Tom is thinking No wonder this she-devil has seduced my baby.

Tom quickly followed us to the bedroom; we stopped at the edge of the bed and began to kiss again, every bit as passionate as before. Tom moved in to join, and again, Tasha put her hand up and stopped him.

Tom must have gotten lost in our lust for our kiss, as he doesn't even look up at me; Tasha buries her head in my neck and motions Tom to sit on the drawing chair opposite the bed. Like a child being scolded, he did as he was told and seemed a little anxious about it.

Tasha turned back to me and started to kiss me with an anticipated lust, not passion but lust, the two of us digging our tongues into each other's mouths, slurping and moaning as we started to explore each other's bodies. Two perfectly toned gym bodies, feeling like we were possessed. Tasha lowered her hand onto my bum, squeezing it and rubbing it in little circles; I placed my hand behind Tasha's head, my fingers meshing into her endless reams of thick black hair.

My other hand slid down her mid back, pulling her into me. Tom watched us start to grind our pelvises together, grinding each other through our clothes; the contrast of our dresses was lost on hers being angelic white and mine being black.

I glanced at Tom sitting with a raging hard cock, straining to get out, to grow as he's stroking it still in his pants, growing halfway to the knee.

Tasha starts to pull my dress up over my hips.

"Ohhhhhh fuck." Tom Gasps." "Now, this is hot."

Tasha kicked her heels off and dropped two inches, now a full inch shorter than me; the result was me pulling her hair, tilting her head back and up as I devoured her tongue. She had my dress up almost up over my hips, and I couldn't wait for her to bare me naked.

I spread my legs slightly, now unencumbered, and ground my pussy into Tasha's knee; She let out a giant sigh through my still-sucking tongue. I pull from our embrace to smile at Tom. He's sitting, flushed in his cheeks, with a mesmerized look at me.

I whispered the words to him. "I love you so much, and happy anniversary." With a blown kiss."

He completely lights up and quickly stands as if that was an invitation. He started removing his clothes as fast as he could, and I barked at him to sit back down.

Tasha takes a step forward, maneuvering us to the bed, and, from the edge, throws me backward down on the bed. She steps towards me, looking lost; I spread my legs and pull my knees up slightly. My dress fell over my hips, and everyone got their first peek of my glossy white thong panties.

I reached my hands out to pull my new lover up onto me when a sudden realization spread over my mind. I'd never been with another woman, and a sudden anxiety about what to do next or what might have been expected of me became almost overwhelming. Tasha sensed something was up, and I think I tensed.

She smiled down at me and said, "Oh, baby, you relax and enjoy."

She motioned for me to slide further back on the bed, and I did as I was told quickly; Tasha crawled seductively up between my legs and lay her body on mine; she buried her head in my neck, sucking and nibbling, biting that spot where my shoulder meets my neck.

To Tom's Agggghhhhhhh, "Fuckkkkkk, when is it my turn?"

He jumped to undo his pants, pulled his shirt over his head, and dropped his Slacks. His fully swollen cock flops out and stands straight up; Tasha gets her first glance at its size, and she hesitates for a second, staring at his cock,

And said "OMG, baby, it's fucking huge."

I'm thinking, that's it, baby; look at my man.

He walked to the edge of the bed. I was lost in passion, and Tasha barked at him again to sit his horse cock back down in that chair.

I finally glazed over to my Tom, gave him my little angel look, and snapped. "And don't you dare come too soon?"

Tasha looked back down at me, up again at Tom, gave him a slutty grin and said, "You just wait your turn."

Staring back into my eyes, then slid her glance back at Tom, smiled, and kissed me with one of the softest, most passionate kisses I've ever had. I caught Tasha slyly peeking at Tom's cock as she was adjusting her position at my side.

She coyly looked back down at me; we smiled at each other with almost a gloat. I closed my eyes and parted my lips; my little tongue emerged, and Tasha softly touched her tongue with mine, and we fell into a closed-eyed passion.

Tasha started to explore my body with her hands, sliding down over my pert left breast and down onto my belly; she pulled gently on my dress, pulling it up past the edge of my pantyhose, up as far as it would go with my bum pinning it under myself. She placed her hand back onto my now bare belly and started to make small circles with her hand; mesmerized by all this, Tom removed the rest of his clothes and sat back down in the chair with his cock fully erect.

Tasha passes again and slides her hand halfway under the waistband, just short of touching my mound. I softly moaned and slightly arched my back; she reached up with her left hand and caressed my cheek as our kissing grew a little more intense.

Tasha, still with her hand under my hose, rolled her right leg over mine and, with a slight knee bend, placed it right across my crotch; she started to slowly slide her calf muscle up and down along my pussy, the crotch of my hose now tight to my body forms a nearly invisible barrier from the rubbing. Tasha's calf was creating an indescribable clitoral stimulation.

I quickly became lost with lust and now started to rotate my hips, pulling my knees apart and pulling my feet upwards to create more pressure on myself as Tasha picked up her pace slightly, dragging her leg along my ever-moistening cunt.

I let another soft "aagghh" from my lips as she continued her incredibly sensual attack on my body; Tasha put a heel lock on the inside of my thigh and pulled my leg further apart; she dropped her hand further into my hose, sliding down over my pussy, I gasped loudly and arched my back, twisted my hips sideways pulling Tashas head tighter into our kiss. I can feel Tasha's hand directly on my cunt, her palm high on my clit, and pulling her fingers in a half-cupping motion, dragging the tips over my opening.

I pulled my hand from Tasha's cheek and reached for her dress, trying to slide the white knit fabric over her hips; like she had done it a million times, she quickly repositioned and, in one quick movement, pulled it over her head, leaving only her tiny panties.

She lay gently back at my side, still in a leading position between my legs. She grabbed my wrist as I raced to her pussy, pulling my arm up over my head and holding it with her other hand, keeping me totally in her control.

Feeling helpless but hornier than I've felt in ages, she leaned into another kiss, and I sucked hard on her tongue, urging her to rub faster, harder, more pressure. I raised my pelvis as high as Tasha's leg lock would allow, and with another low throaty moan, Tasha released my leg, and I thrust my hips upwards, which released my dress from under my bum; it slid down to just below my breasts. Tasha quickly applied more pressure on my cunt.

I can feel the gym muscles in her arms flexing as she grinds her fingers into my pussy. I pulled my feet closer to my bum, raising my pelvis to full height, and tried fucking upwards at Tasha's hand, Bucking my hips, spreading my knees, ripping my hand from Tasha's grip, grabbing her wrist, and driving Tasha's hand into my cunt; I was in that zone where I was working myself into an orgasm, it builds and builds, and when I let go you know I'm cumming, Still fucking at the air, Tasha slid her knees to laying on her side in a half fetal position under my lower back, she nudged herself under further, and when she was happy with her position, she pulls her hand from my pussy, and I blasted out.

"No baby, don't stop; I'm so close,"

Still gyrating my hips in a near orgasmic outcome, Tasha started to push my pantyhose over my hips, down over my knees. Exposing the little white panties under my hose, I dropped my bum to help her remove this binding excess clothing. My lower back fell on Tasha, well-positioned, knees and legs, bending me over, my vagina fully exposed, my legs flailing over the edge, and my hose halfway down my knees.

She pushed my panties down into my hose, leaving me gaping. Tasha immediately grabbed a handful of my pussy. Omg, I was bent over backward and completely in Tasha's control; I began to pump my legs outward and then raised my knees outward again with my hose binding my feet together as Tasha dug two fingers into my hole, raised her wrist from riding on my clit, and started to fuck me with her hand, rapidly pumping her fingers in and out as my orgasm began to build again.

With my legs flailing like I was swimming for my life, I grabbed two hands full of covers and squealed as my body started to quake with each fuckkkkkkk baby and three hard pumps of my legs, and my body fell limp across Tasha's legs.

I lay there for half a minute staring down into Tasha's eyes, and all she could say was

"Wow, that's been coming for a long time."

She weaseled out from under my back and kneeled by my side. She reached for her white dress, and I quickly grabbed her arm.

Fucking wow, is she so hot, with gorgeous tits and a rock-hard body, no wonder my baby's cock is so hard. The scene he was just tortured through. She had been so wonderful, and I knew she wanted Tom's massive cock. He's going to get two presents, one great show, and fuck Tasha's gorgeous body; how many girls would let him do that?

She pulled me into a sitting position and lifted my dress over my head.

I looked at her, "as I am," and wondered, "What are you doing?" I'm done; she smiled at me, wiggled her perfect body to my feet, and pulled my pantyhose and panties off.

Without anything more than a smile, she put her hands under each of my knees and raised them, forcing me onto my back. She pushes my knees up to my chest, looks down into my perfect, wet cunt, and lays the flat of her tongue on the base of the crack of my ass.

Slowly drags it up over my anal bud, over the delicate piece of flesh that separates my ass from my vagina, up over my hole through the length of my slit, and over my clit, aggghhhhhhhhh.

My pussy, still incredibly sensitive from my orgasm, is almost more than I can take, and Tasha does it again, equally slow and deliberately, time and time again. She drags her tongue along my entire length, dragging her now dry tongue over my overly sensitive clit. Her taste buds rasped at my button, and then, at that perfect moment when she was sure it could turn from pleasure to pain, she shifted gears and went gentle.

With just the tip of her tongue, she circles my clit, careful not to touch it, and softly kisses it with just her lips, still with a tenderness; she softly pulls it into her mouth and gives it a tiny suckle again and again.

I reached out for her head with my hands.

I've gone from "I was done, to Oh baby, don't stop,

Tasha released my knees and began to rub the entrance to my opening with her forefinger. No penetration, just a teasing circling of my hole as she expertly soft-sucked on my clit. Tom stood up with his cock in his hand to watch his baby's breathing pick up.

He mumbled,

"Holy fuck, you're going to make her cum again.

She hasn't had multiple orgasms since our early days of dating."

I pounded my feet on the bed and started to gyrate my hips. Tasha catches the sign and starts to suck a little harder on my clit. Swirling her tongue around the hood and flicking her tongue from the underside of it. Tom is standing beside the bed, frantically jacking his cock; he's been edging himself for almost an hour, watching the most amazing sexual encounter I'll bet he's ever seen.

I struggled out a whisper to Tasha, "Are you ready for him?"

She quickly replied."Yes, please."

She positioned her ass up in the air with a look for him to mount her from behind, his favorite position, as she continued to ravish my cunt.

I instantly knew when Tom entered her; She squealed into my pussy as even as big a slut as I think she is, his size is still formidable. I felt her mouth slam into my cunt as he drove his cock into her.

She let out a. "Oh, my fucking God."

And then sucked hard onto my entire vagina.

She rotated her hand and slid her two middle fingers into my cunt, her fingers facing upwards, massaging the underside of my clit from the inside, rubbing that sensitive, rough patch on my upper wall with a come hither motion; I started to squeal again as I slammed my feet firmly on the bed and started raising my pelvis in time with Toms fucking.

Tasha put her hands under my ass to help her feed me into her hungry mouth. She started to suck harder with loud slurping sounds, driving her fingers into my cunt hole.

Twisting her hand, forcing me open, and letting my juices flow down her arm. The bed was soaked from my continuous flow. I felt Tasha's body shift as Tom picked her ass up by her hips, driving his cock deep into her, yelling I'm cumming,.

I heard the slapping of his pelvis on her ass, "thinking later, "My God, he's got his entire cock into her; I was never able to do that.

I started to buck my own hips wildly, and as Megan knew, the next orgasm was coming. She dropped me on the bed, drove all four fingers deep into me, and arched her back as her body went into a wild convulsion. I grabbed two handfuls of her jet-black hair, thrusting my hips at her hand, completely violating my cunt, and another wave of white-hot orgasm raced over my body.

Tom smashed her cunt to a nub as her body continued to vibrate and quake. Her pussy was convulsing again and again as Tom drained his cock deep inside her. He later admitted to me that he had the most explosive orgasm he's ever had and released a river's worth of cum into her.

Her thrashing waned as her orgasm rippled through her body. They held that position for half a minute. Tom released her hips, dropping to her knees, still in the doggy position, ass high in the air. She slowly pulled her hand from my completely dilated opening, and as his cock slid from her cunt I heard a long gush of semen hit the sheets. She crawled up beside me, and Tom did the same. I was in a spooning sandwich, snuggled by two spent bodies.

We all lay there silently when I rolled over on my side and stared into Tasha's eyes and whispered. "Thank you, baby."

We stayed there staring into each other's eyes for an eternity, trying to catch our breath.

Looking at my baby, looking at Tasha, and in that moment, that very second, I realize how lucky I am. Tasha just fucked me good, then fucked my man, and we all enjoyed every second. That was fucking at its best. Then it came to me that my baby makes love to me.

Tasha crawled off the bed and stood there staring down at my man's spent cock; she looked at me, smiling, pulled her dress over her head, and gathered up her shoes.

I slid tighter into Tom's arms,

He was whispering into my ear. "Oh baby, I love you so so very much."

I looked up into her eyes, and she smiled weakly again.

I whispered backward. "OH, and happy anniversary."

Tasha almost chuckled out loud and sauntered over to us and kissed me on the forehead, looked at me, and said "You two."

She shook her head and continued, "Oh, and by the way," If we do this again, I want that big, fucking Cock my way."

And leaves us there curled in a ball.

Now, since that day, we tend to make love passionately most of the time, but" two or three times a month, he fucks me hard. I push him off me, climb on his face, and grind myself on him. Then he backs me up and impales me on his nine inches, and I ride him to orgasm. Then I just go to sleep, lol, but that's ok. I love him more than anyone could ever love their man.

Now, here's that mind fuck I mentioned at the beginning. I came home from work, still busting my brain. How can I possibly outdo last year's anniversary without something cheesy? No matter what, I'm going to invite Tasha. That was long overdue. He was in the bath and had left his laptop open, and logged in well, the super curious "still just a girlfriend" that I am, I look at his history, and what pops up but this hot chick pegging her man... WTF.