Lessons Ch. 03

This story is only meant to be an expression of fantasy. As such, the characters in this story do not use condoms, as their world is one that does not require protection for sexual acts. I do not condone nor practice any sexual act that is unsafe or is performed without protection.

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The Stevens' master bedroom was grand. A majestic king size bed almost seemed lost in the vast square footage of the room, which was done up in clean whites, sparkling silvers and rich, romantic reds. Elegant dark-wood furniture gave the room a warm feeling, while picture windows on two walls of the corner suite allowed for plenty of natural light. A smooth marble fireplace accentuated one of the walls by climbing its entire eighteen-foot height, meeting the cathedral ceiling's peak. It was the part of the house that Barbara found the most enjoyable, yet at the same time the most uncomfortable.

As she sat on the edge of her bed, gazing out the window with thoughts of her current situation, the forty-nine year old seemed lost amid the gentle sounds of chirping crickets and a summer's evening breeze flowing through the leaves of the elm trees in the yard. Despite her recent revelations, Barbara never stopped feeling various levels of conflict within her conscience.

It had been a wonderful day, in which Adam had helped Barbara discover bodily pleasures of which she had never known. With only two love lessons, Barbara had starting gaining a new-found understanding and appreciation for sexual contact. Her body was enthusiastically adjusting to the sensations she was being introduced to, and her mind was anxious to know what more she could learn and how many facets there were to physical gratification.

Despite the corporeal exhilaration she'd experienced in her pool house that afternoon and her acceptance of taking these steps with Adam in order to save her marriage, Barbara's heart often tugged at her emotions and made her wonder if she was wrong to learn from another man how to appreciate sex and how she could be a better lover to Victor. She knew it was a deep love and passion for her husband that was making her risk everything by taking such a drastic step, but her uncertainty was never fully erased.

The summer breeze detoured briefly through the open window across from Barbara. The warm draft brushed the skin of her bare calves and feet, bringing her out of her deep thoughts and back to the sounds of the crickets' evening serenade. She looked around the room that she loved; only the thought of failing her husband as a lover, in the very bed she sat upon, made her feel out of place in her own bedroom.

Barbara peered over at her bedside clock; it was 10:38 p.m. She knew she couldn't go to bed just yet.

She thought back to the afternoon once again. Her second love lesson from Adam had included the art of kissing, which she had finally found to be sexually arousing, and the oral satisfaction of Barbara's pussy. Before that day, she'd never imagined having another tongue inside of her mouth or, even more so, being brought to orgasm by the touch of someone's mouth against her vagina. Adam introduced her to new sensations, leaving her body wanting more. The door was open and Barbara was ready to find out what lay waiting on the other side.

She smiled gracefully. It was exciting for her to know that she had access to new opportunities in a world she'd never known; a world that was all about pleasure. A flowing rush warmed over Barbara's body; she stood up, her white silk dressing gown smooth and comfortable against her naked skin, and moved over to the open window. She peered out into the dark yard before shutting the window and drawing the drapes.

Barbara moved back to the bed and dimmed the bedside table lamp before positioning herself near the middle of the king mattress. The luxurious pillows cushioned her as she lay back and closed her eyes. She thought about the end of the day's lesson, when Adam had told her he had some homework for her to complete that evening. Barbara smiled again at the thought of being assigned homework; it made her feel like a schoolgirl. Of course, the homework she'd been assigned was not the type that was on a schoolteacher's usual curriculum.

She opened her eyes and took a deep breath. Even though she wasn't entirely ready for what was involved, she knew Adam wouldn't have asked her to do it if there wasn't a good reason. Barbara had been procrastinating all night as she attempted to overcome her nerves. She'd never done this before and was understandably hesitant.

Barbara looked down at herself as she lay comfortably on the bed. Other than her feet and the lower half of her shins, her body was covered by her dressing gown. It lay lightly on her frame, allowing her to stay cool in the warm late-summer weather. She'd tied it at the waist, generously folding the left side of the garment over the right side so that she was fully covered. Her collarbone was exposed modestly, only the skin below her neck peeking out from where the robe parted at the top. Her hands rested by her sides, feeling like anchors as she tried to motivate herself to partake in her assignment.

She scanned her body, her attention quickly drawn to the mounts of her generous bosom. Their shape, accentuated by the smooth silk that gently covered her nude form, looked exquisitely appealing. Barbara then eyed the rest of her body; while the robe camouflaged most of her figure as she lay on the bed, the outlines of her curves could not be denied. For two-and-a-half years, she'd worked so hard to get into the best shape of her life, and she was proud of her physical appearance. While she'd often noticed how men of all ages appreciatively, sometimes lustfully, looked at her in recent months, she'd never fully accepted how physically desirable she'd become. In looking at herself in the mirror of the pool house change room earlier in the day and again as she lay on her bed at that very moment, Barbara was finally seeing what other people were -- she was a very attractive, sexy woman.

Slowly closing her eyes, Barbara allowed herself to relax and sink into her mattress. She was prepared.

Immediately, she began to focus on the feelings she was experiencing; her acceptance of her sexuality and the excitement of allowing physical pleasure to envelope her being. She thought about how it felt to have a man's tongue in her mouth, sucking on her lips and probing her tongue. She remembered the feeling of how arousing it was and how she had been unable to contain herself from getting lost in the kiss.

Barbara's hands moved to her legs as she envisioned sharing such a passionate, erotic kiss with her husband; his strong, firm hands caressing the sinewy skin of her thighs. She began to rub her legs through the fabric of her robe; subtle, sensual prickles emerged deep within her vagina. Barbara fantasized about Victor's shirtless, fit body lying atop her, plunging his tongue between her lips and rolling it around her mouth, breathing deeply in perfect harmony with her moans.

Her hand slid up her leg to her waist, where she found the belt of her robe. As her right hand continued to rub her leg, she used her left hand to slowly release the loose knot in her belt and pull the two ends away from one another. Barbara parted the lower half of the left side of her robe, exposing her left leg, as with the other hand she pulled away the right lower half. She felt the air against her bared pussy, which was tingling with intrigue.

Barbara imagined the kiss growing in intensity, with Victor's leg finding the space between her own legs and lightly pressing it against her mound. As she envisioned her pushing her pussy against his leg, she spread her legs and moved her hand to her inner thigh. Her pussy began to pulsate with the thought of Victor dipping his hand to her crotch and rubbing it gently. Barbara couldn't delay any longer and slipped her hand between her legs, touching her velvety, moist vulva. It spasmed every so slightly upon contact and Barbara could feel a jolt of tingles inside of her. She moaned quietly and began to fondle her pussy lips.

She began to breathe heavily, with thoughts of Victor's fingers tickling her labia, sending waves of pleasure throughout her hole. With that, Barbara started stroking her pussy, tempting her clit by occasionally grazing it. She arched her back slightly, raising her hips and pushing her pussy into her hand. Shocks of sexual sensations ran rampant through her and she increased the rhythm of her masturbating.

"Ohh!" she gasped, picturing Victor, naked and with a full erection, lowering himself face-first between her legs. Instantly, she felt as though his tongue was against her swollen nub, and she bucked twice before the sensations overcame her and she orgasmed with a long moan.

Hungry for more, Barbara's pussy continued to tingle fiercely, and the forty-nine year old was not set to deny herself any more pleasure. She continued rubbing herself, focusing on her fiery button. With her other hand, she pulled apart the remainder of her robe, exposing her upper body. Her flat stomach sunk deeply with each breath she took and each gasp she made, while her sensitive nipples stood hard and erect. Again, she pictured Victor's mouth making love to her slit, sliding his tongue up and down her wet labia and flicking her clit. Barbara slowly stroked herself, thinking about Victor lapping at her nub. Her fingers were wet with the sex juice that was coating her slit. She began to moan with a little more frequency as her hole shuddered with euphoric sensations.

"Ohhhhh," she growled sensually, pushing her pelvis into her hand and rubbing her clit with a little more vigor. "Ahhh..."

Barbara saw Victor slowly enter his tongue into her pocket, her wetness allowing him easy access. She imagined humping his face as her pussy muscles contracted and sucked on his prodding tongue. Swept up in her fantasy, Barbara was not hesitant to take advantage of the moisture in her pussy and on her middle finger; she slowly slunk her digit into her vestibule. Overcome by something that was so daring to her, Barbara slipped her finger into her opening and held it still as she got used to the feeling.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned with pleasure, erotically surprised at the feeling of her own finger in her pussy. She could feel her pocket's muscles conform and surges of sex fill her slot. Barbara began slowly pumping her pussy. "Ohhhhh.....ohhhhhhhhh!"

Now lost in the moment, Barbara's thoughts drifted away from Victor and focused on the physical electricity that wrought her body. She began plunging her finger into her pussy without pause, her body restless with desire. A warmth of ecstasy rolled over her form, enhancing the rush of sensual adrenaline that was overwhelming her depths. Barbara could feel the juices generating and the tingling begin to climax, and she knew she was about to orgasm again.

Her body stiffened as she held her finger deep inside of her twat, her muscles clinging to it, as she came with enthusiasm. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she cried out, her pussy contracting intensely and her body shuddering with pleasure. She gritted her teeth as her climax steadied at its peak with a siege of sexual delight. "Nnnggh!"

Barbara began to come down from the orgasm, her finger still deep in her pocket. She slowly gasped for air as her stomach continued to contract and expand at a more accelerated pace than normal and her full breasts heaved valiantly. Barbara squirmed on the bed slightly, clasping her masturbation hand between her inner thighs, holding on to the post-orgasm rapture as long as she possibly could.

As her orgasm fully subsided, her breathing settled into a regular rhythm and her legs loosened their grip on her hand. She eased her finger out of her vagina, feeling the air touch her wet digit upon its exit. With a final enhanced exhale, Barbara's body relaxed and ebbed into the mattress. Her body, naked but for the robe that lay under her, only its sleeves covering Barbara's arms, was exasperated but alive with sexual elation.

Barbara tenderly stroked the soft, moist lining of her labia as a soft smile grew on her face. She was growing more and more comfortable with her own sexuality and she knew there was so much more to explore. She realized that the fact that she continued to lie exposed on the bed, with no reservations about leaving her robe open, was a sign that she was overcoming her stifling attitude towards sex and the self-imposed restraints she'd endured for so many years.

After nearly a half-century of life, Barbara was finally finding her freedom.

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Barbara had spent the morning with a few of her friends, sipping tea after a light brunch at her neighbour's home. It was the usual bi-monthly Saturday morning meal the four ladies shared, chatting about the people in their circle, the events they chose to attend, their children, their husbands (or, in one case, ex-husband) and their plans for the week. It had long been a regular get-together that Barbara enjoyed. Since she'd started making drastic changes in her life well over two years before, she seemed to become more conscious to her surroundings and to her own preferences. And with each brunch that passed since, Barbara seemed less and less enthused about the company she'd been keeping.

As she sat quietly with her friends, listening to the conversation and the tones of voices of the four upper-class ladies, Barbara slowly began to realize that she really didn't have much in common with anyone at that table. They spoke of their magnificent homes without much clarity; they were either simpering about their estates or were speaking with disdain about petty details. They raved about social events that Barbara had no interest in attending. They spoke of business, politics and foreign films, none of which appealed to the doe-eyed blonde. And when the conversation turned to children, Barbara could not relate as she and Victor were without kids.

The thing that Barbara noticed above all else at that particular brunch was that she'd hardly said a word throughout the meal, and none of her friends seemed to notice. The less she said, the less the other women looked to her during their conversation. That's when it suddenly dawned on Barbara that she wasn't so much their friend because of who she was, but because of her wealth. Money was the deciding factor in their acceptance of Barbara.

Calmly, Barbara slid the napkin from her lap, dabbed the corners of her mouth and placed the soft, rich cloth beside her plate. "Excuse me," she said quietly before she left the room amid the continued chatter of the women she now knew as strangers. Without pausing, Barbara collected her purse, left the house and drove home. She didn't even take a moment to wonder if the other four noticed that she'd left for good.

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The grey Honda slowly pulled up to the front of the Stevens' majestic home amid slight crackles of errant pebbles under the tires of the car. Adam sat in the passenger seat, listening to the low whistle of the driver, his friend Mike.

"Jeez," Mike said, eyeing the home that stood before him. "When you told me about these houses, I thought you were exaggerating."

Adam chuckled. "Let that be a lesson to you," he ribbed. "Never doubt me."

"I'll take it on a case-by-case basis."

Adam unbuckled his seatbelt, grabbed his bag and exited the car. He bent down to look through the open window of the car. "Thanks again, Mike." He'd asked his friend to drive him to the Stevens' home that day. There was nothing wrong with his own car, but he and Barbara had to be quiet about their lessons. Given it was a Saturday, Adam wasn't expected to have a physical training session with Barbara. With a promise that her staff didn't work weekends and that Victor would be out golfing all day, Barbara had arranged for the weekend lesson with Adam so they would have privacy in the comfort of her own home. Adam hated lying to Mike, but he knew the "car wouldn't start" excuse was a sure-fire way to continue the lessons without raising suspicion.

"Anytime. Are you sure you won't need a ride back?"

Adam looked to the house. Barbara had previously offered him a ride back to town after their lesson, if they could keep from being obvious. "No, I'm set, thanks. Have a good one."

"You, too," Mike replied before turning his vehicle around and leaving the estate grounds.

Adam walked up to the front door and rang the bell. Moments later, Barbara answered. "Hi, Adam."

"How are you today?" he asked as Barbara led him inside.

"I'm feeling better with each day that passes." Barbara was feeling good about how she'd earlier left the brunch and that particular social circle on her own terms. "And you?"

"Not bad, thanks."

"Good. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"No, thank you."

"Ok, then. Why don't we go into the guest room?"

Adam looked at Barbara and noticed that she didn't seem as hesitant as she had been in their previous two lessons. He felt as though she was encouraging the next session. "Ok," he agreed. He followed Barbara up the wide, rounded staircase to the second floor. Taken aback by Barbara's apparent willingness, Adam lost track of his focus momentarily. As she led him down the hallway, he directed his attention back to his agenda for the lesson.

Barbara brought Adam into a large room at the very end of the hall. It was almost a bachelor apartment all unto itself: a queen size bed, decked in browns of dark and milk chocolate shades, flanked by two large nightstands with a long matching dresser on the right wall. On the left side of the room was a sitting area that included a matching set of inviting leather chairs and a chaise lounger. The room was enlarged by the high ceilings and the large picture window that overlooked the front yard.

The two walked over to the seating area. Barbara sat down as Adam placed his bag on the floor beside his chair. He took a glance at his friend as he prepared to take a seat. Suddenly, he really noticed a difference in her facial appearance and he found himself staring at her.

Barbara saw how Adam was looking at her. "Is everything ok?"

"You look different today," Adam explained, sitting down while still studying her face.

"In a good way, I hope," she joked quietly.

"Yes, definitely." He looked at her intently. "You don't look as troubled."

"Well, I don't feel as troubled."

"That's good. What happened?"

Barbara thought to the night before, when she'd masturbated for the first time. Bringing herself to orgasm elicited feelings of freedom, excitement and potential, and it helped release some of her fear and doubt. Then she remembered the feeling of walking out of the brunch that morning, leaving behind a world of which she had no more interest. Barbara's exit was dignified, bold and courageous, and she felt empowered and void of another burden.

"It's been a good week," she responded calmly, with a slight smile.

"Well, I have to say, it's had a great effect. It's very becoming."

"Thank you, Adam."

"My pleasure." He shifted in his chair. "Now, I'm sure you can imagine what my next question will be." Adam looked at Barbara, who offered up an unknowing expression. He leaned in a little. "Did you complete your homework?"

"Oh," she reacted, laughing lightly with embarrassment.

"It's ok. You don't have to be shy about it."

"Well, it's just a little—" Barbara stopped. "You know."

"I know. But you're with a friend here. And you can trust me. I haven't misled you yet, have I?"

"No, you haven't."

"Ok. Then keep the faith. What happens with Adam stays with Adam," he quipped, mocking a slogan for Las Vegas. Barbara laughed. "So, tell me -- did you do your homework?"

She paused before answering with a nod.