Diana's Tales - Student Aid Pt. 05

All characters are 18 or older. This story was written in collaboration with Diana R. This story features a relationship between an adulterous older white female (53 yo) and a young black man (18 yo). If that doesn't appeal to you, then please save yourself the aggravation. If it does appeal to you, we hope you enjoy.

Recap

Part 1 - Diana, a 53-year-old married retired white female takes in Dion, a black 18-year-old recent high school graduate, into her home to help him afford to go to college. After moving in, they soon begin an affair while Diana's husband is out of the house and away on business.

Part 2 - Diana's husband, who doesn't know his wife is having an affair, warms up to Dion, and Dion becomes almost like a son to him. Dion feels guilty for sleeping with his wife, and Diana finds herself competing for Dion's attention, working hard to seduce him again and rekindle their sexual relationship.

Part 3 - Dion brings his friend Darius home to study. One afternoon, while Dion is at work, Darius stops by the house, and Diana also begins an affair with Darius. Diana's nosy neighbors catch sight of her having sex with her young studs.

Part 4 - Dion is jealous, at first, that Diana has also taken Darius as a lover. The next time they are all together, though, Darius and Dion end up tag teaming Diana. Diana's nosy neighbors express an interest in Diana's young studs.

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Part 5

My husband returned home from work for the first time in weeks, and it was good to have him home, even though it curtailed my dalliances with Dion.

Dion was going through final exams for the fall semester, so it was just as well that he focused on his studies. Nevertheless, my husband still worked during day, and Dion and I made time to fulfill our sexual needs as the opportunities presented themselves to us.

I knew my husband had to leave again in a week for another work trip, but he surprised me when he said, "Why don't we take a vacation, you, me, and Dion?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, my husband's question catching me by surprise.

"Well, I've got a conference in Las Vegas next week, but I've been thinking. Dion will be done with classes after this week ,right? He's been working hard on his studies and been a good student, so I think he might appreciate it if he was rewarded with a little vacation out of town. I'll be working all week, but you guys would be free to explore the town during the day, and then I could join you two at night. What do you think?"

I felt a tinge of guilt. My suspected nothing of my true relationship with. He had taken on a father figure role for Dion, and he assumed I performed a similar function. I couldn't help but marvel at my husband's naivete, but I quickly worked past any guilt I harbored.

What did I think? I had to hide my enthusiasm at the possibilities. Sin City. All the glitz and the glamor fueled by gambling and sex. An adult playground. A hedonistic den of debauchery where one can indulge in one's sins and vices. My husband was proposing to set me loose in Las Vegas with my young teenaged lover.

"I think it sounds perfect," I replied.

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When we invited Dion to come with us to Vegas, he was unusually quiet.

"What's wrong?" I asked him. "I thought you might be more excited."

Dion went on to explain he would be moving out at the end of the year. I was crestfallen, but Dion reassured us that we had been nothing but the most gracious of hosts and that he felt really conflicted and guilty for leaving. My husband was sad to be losing Dion when he had become almost like a son to him, but he was proud that Dion was learning to become independent and didn't need us anymore.

Later on, when I pressed him about it, I learned that he was moving in with my neighbor, Emily. She basically offered him money to move in under the guise that he was responsible for upkeep on her house, and the money that Emily promised him was enough that he no longer had to work his part time job, so he'd have more time to focus on his studies.

I learned later on that Kathy had made a similar offer to Darius, and he was moving into her house at the same time. On the surface, both Kathy and Emily presented the change as their way of giving back to the community, although I vividly recalled their hushed tones as they inquired about and then began secret affairs with Dion's friend, Darius. It seems that Kathy decided that sneaking over to Darius apartment for sex sessions was too inconvenient, so she figured out how to get her lover to move into her own house with her husband.

I suppose I can't complain since I was guilty of the exact same thing, but who knew I'd started a neighborhood trend when I invited Dion to stay in my house. Emily was also having a secret affair with Darius, and after she realized that Darius was moving in with Kathy, she moved quickly to secure her own steady source of big black cock, and the only other young black man she knew was Dion, so she struck a similar deal with him. As far as their husbands knew, their new boarders job duties were to be a handyman around the house and take care of the yardwork and landscaping upgrades, but Dion admitted to me that their job duties were primarily comprised of sexually satisfying Emily and Kathy.

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Dion clumsily fumbled and stumbled his way through the TSA airport security checkpoint. The routine of presenting his ID and the ever-changing rules around how to process bags and walk through the metal detectors clearly confused and flustered him.

"Is this your first time flying?" I asked him after we finally got past the security checkpoint.

Dion flashed an embarrassed smile. "Yeah," he admitted. "We didn't have money to fly anywhere like this. I was always in and out of foster homes, and they were always strapped for cash. A vacation was always just visiting some family an hour's drive away."

"Don't worry; you're past the worst of the security now. Just relax from here on out and enjoy the flight. We'll be there before you know it," I told him.

Dion was like a little kid on the plane. He had a window seat, and he spent the whole time peering out, fascinated as we sped down the runway and then took off. He looked on in awe and endless fascination at how the world looked so small below until we finally safely touched down again at our destination.

We got our rental car, and then Dion's eyes grew wide as the lights of the Las Vegas strip came into view. He was silent the whole time, his face a look of wonder as we approached the Strip on the short drive from the airport.

It was already nightfall, but the sidewalks were still full of people. It's funny how spending a few hours just sitting in an airport and then a plane can take so much out of you, but it does, and we all decided to just rest up for the night so we could start fresh in the morning. We parked our car, checked into the hotel, and then found our way to our room. My husband's company paid for the room since he was in town for a conference, and we had two king sized beds, so Dion just stayed in our room with us. We clicked off the lights, and soon I heard my husband's snoring next to me and Dion's deep drawn heavy breaths from across the room while I sat awake, my mind racing in excitement over all the plans for Dion and myself I had concocted for the upcoming week.

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Monday

In the morning, my husband headed to his work conference, which left Dion and myself alone in the hotel room. Knowing that Dion would be moving out soon left me feeling melancholy and bittersweet, but I resolved to make this trip as memorable as I could for him.

As Dion sat watching tv, I went through my luggage searching for clothes to wear for the day. I noticed a TSA tag indicating that my bag had been inspected. I chuckled at the idea of the TSA inspectors stumbling upon the assortment of sexy clothing and toys that I had packed for the week. If this week was going to be my last week with Dion, then I intended to end our relationship with a bang.

"You know, my husband is going to be at his conference all day. What ever are we going to do with ourselves?" I asked Dion, feigning a horrible southern belle accent.

Dion looked at me questioningly. "If we go having sex in this room, you don't think your husband will know what's up?"

I slowly sauntered across the room to him. I was dressed in nothing but a cotton nightie as I pulled the covers down on Dion's bed. He smiled up at me as he was lay there in a wife beater and short pants.

"Just keep watching tv. Don't mind me," I told him.

I proceeded to give him a wet sloppy blowjob as ESPN blared from the tv behind me. After a bit, Dion was so worked up, he pulled me off his cock and threw me down on the bed.

"God damn it, Diana," he glowered. "How am I supposed to just keep watching tv when you're doing all that to me." His tone sounded serious, but his face was all smiles and playful.

"Oh heavens, are you going to punish me?" For some reason, I continued on in my absurd attempt at a southern belle accent.

The bottom of my nightie rose up, revealing my pussy, and Dion's eyes wandered down to my nether regions. His hands spread my legs and lifted my nightie up past my waist, leaving me completely bottomless and exposed.

"Punishment? I think you've been practically begging for this," Dion said as he lowered his pants and unsheathed his cock.

He raised my legs into the air as he entered me. For the next few hours, he fucked me with reckless abandon. I screamed in pleasure as his cock relentlessly pounded me into submission until I repeatedly climaxed in joyous cries of ecstasy. I knew my husband had many friends and colleagues at his work conference that would occupy him, so Dion and I had the hotel room to ourselves and all the time in the world to kill. I can only imagine what anyone passing down the hall past our room must have thought as they heard me in the throes of passion. We must have forgotten to put the "Do not disturb" sign outside our door, so housekeeping briefly entered at one point, but they peered into the lewd sight of Dion fucking me doggy style on the bed and mumbled an apology as they beat a hasty retreat.

It's funny to feel sentimental about a purely physical relationship, but we both knew our relationship would change as soon as he moved into Emily's house, and it was as if all the lust, passion, and emotion just poured out of us and into our love making. I realized how much I'd miss the feel of his body against mine. The contrast of his chocolate-colored skin against my lily-white flesh. His rough, calloused hands against my soft touch. Ours was more than just a physical relationship or friends with benefits. I genuinely cared for him and would miss him after he moved out.

As the lunch hour approached, it was time to actually move beyond our room and start exploring the town. Having skipped breakfast, we were both hungry, and we got dressed to get some food.

"I don't think I've hardly ever seen you wear panties before," Dion remarked as he watched me get dressed.

"That's because I've got a surprise for you," I hinted. "We'll walk around and see some sights this afternoon, and we'll have some fun while doing it," I said with a wink.

I went to the restroom to fix my hair and make-up, and I slipped a vibrating egg inside me while in there. When I came back out, Dion was dressed and ready to go. I handed the remote control for the egg to Dion.

"This is for you to use this afternoon. You're in control. Of me," I stated flatly.

Dion looked perplexed as he stared at the small handheld remote.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Press one of the buttons to turn it on," I told him as I raised my eyes.

He pressed the button for the low setting, and a small hum filled the silence as the egg started vibrating inside my pussy.

Dion's eyes widened as he realized what he was actually controlling.

I smiled and bit my lip as the egg vibrated away inside me.

"It's like a little game we can play," I said with a knowing smirk. "We'll go for a walk and tour some of the nearby casinos. Meanwhile, you are free to activate the vibrator inside me whenever you please. It'll be our sexy little secret while we're out and about in public. Do you want to play?"

Dion eagerly agreed, and we were off. It was almost perfect temperatures, about 70 degrees outside. I wore a short dress, although Dion had turned off the vibrator since we left, and I wondered how long it would be until he resumed teasing me. The anticipation kept me on edge and in a state of arousal.

I caught Dion's gaze landing on the Vegas showgirls who routinely paraded up and down the strip wearing thong bottoms and pasties covering their nipples. I can't blame him for having a wandering eye when there's a half-naked woman in plain sight, although I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. I knew my time with Dion was running short, and I wanted him all to myself.

We were walking through the majestic architecture of Caesar's Palace when the egg stirred for the first time. I glared at Dion, and he gave me a gleeful smile. I stopped mid-stride and collected myself as all the other tourists passed around me. I took a deep breath and then we carried on. Dion delighted in my obvious squirming as I struggled to control myself in public. He quickly learned how to toy with my arousal. He'd turn it on, gradually increasing the strength until I was edging hard, and then he'd cruelly shut it off without actually letting me climax. He'd let a few minutes pass before he'd repeat the cycle.

We continued on like that as we walked through the shops at Caesar's Palace. Then we made our way to the Venetian and followed the canals through the shops there, as well. All the while, Dion continued teasing me, somehow knowing exactly when I was on the cusp of an orgasm, and then he'd turn it down again when I was seconds away from taking the plunge over the edge. At one point, I was so overcome with my arousal, I stopped and took a seat on a bench. I sat there with my legs splayed open, allowing every passer by an easy look up my dress while I let the egg work its magic on me. I almost cried in frustration as Dion turned it off right before I would have climaxed. I stared daggers at him, my eyes pleading to let me finish, but he just shook his head and looked away.

People looked oddly at Dion and me as we toured around the casinos. We were out of town and didn't know anyone in the city, so we were free to openly show our affection for one another, and we took advantage of that opportunity. We'd hold hands, or he'd have his arm around me, his hand often cupping my breast as we walked. I have worked hard to maintain my figure, but I still look more than old enough to be his mother, and I felt some strangers stab me with piercing stares, as if to say I was robbing the cradle. I suppose they weren't necessarily wrong. I am over 30 years older than Dion, so they weren't entirely off base. Still, who are they to judge if we're both adults in a consensual relationship?

We were standing in front of the Bellagio fountains when Dion finally allowed me to orgasm. The music reached a crescendo as the fountains reached their zenith in a moment that coincided with my own orgasm, and I gasped and tried to contain my emotions while I was literally surrounded by dozens of people. Dion later admitted that he was so mesmerized by the fountain show that he simply forgot to turn off the egg. Even if it was unintentional, I was grateful to finally climax after being teased so hard the entire afternoon. As I descended from my orgasm, I sheepishly looked around at the throng of strangers surrounding me, wondering if any of them had any inkling as to the mind-blowing orgasm this 53-year-old woman just had in public right in front of them.

That night we went out to dinner after my husband returned from his conference. I was still wearing the egg, and Dion still had the remote control, and he continued to tease me unmercifully all through the meal right in front of my husband.

"Diana, are you alright," my husband asked out of concern for my welfare after seeing me awkwardly squirm and wiggle in my chair.

I just played it off, but I leaned forward on the table and smiled brightly to show that I was okay, even though I was anything but. I bit my lip even though I wanted to scream. As I leaned over the edge of the table, it gave cover as my husband sat across from me so he couldn't see my hand fall to my side and surreptitiously hike up my dress and rub my wet mound. Dion sat to the side, and his face belied an amused smile as he reveled in my desperation.

By this point, I'm not sure if it was mercy or cruelty, but Dion increased the egg to its max setting, and it sent me to the moon. I tried to exhale slowly and control myself even as my pussy felt like it was throbbing, ready to explode.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Would you like more water?" the waiter asked politely.

Our waiter, a handsome young man was standing right next to me with a clear view of my dress hiked up and my hand in my panties, rubbing at my pussy. His eyes darted down briefly, leaving no doubt he saw what I was up to. I could've died, but I tried to act nonchalant, so my husband would not think anything was amiss.

The waiter held forth the water pitcher, and I mumbled some response that prompted him to refill my glass.

"Actually, could I get a glass of wine?" I asked after I regained my voice.

"Of course, madam. Do you know which selection from our wine menu you would like?"

"It doesn't matter. Surprise me with whatever you would recommend. And, actually, bring the whole bottle, please," I asked, desperate for a strong wine to ease my nerves.

"That's an excellent idea ordering the wine," my husband complimented me. "Even though Dion technically can't drink, still, we can raise a toast to his accomplishments this year. We are here to celebrate, after all. This should be a memorable week."

I took a deep breath and fixed my dress, discreetly wiping away my juices off my fingers and onto my napkin as I resumed eating our dinner. I could smell the aroma of my wetness and hoped that no one else could notice it.

"It certainly is shaping up to be a most memorable week," I agreed as Dion tried to stifle a laugh.

******

Tuesday

My head was pounding with a headache, and I was bleary eyed as I awoke in the morning. It was almost 10 AM, so I knew my husband was off at his work conference. Dion lay languidly on the bed next to mine, watching tv.

"Oh God, how much did I drink last night?" I moaned.

"Well, your husband just had a small glass. You finished the rest of the bottle."

"So, I practically drank the whole bottle myself?" I said in disbelief.

"Then you ordered a second bottle and finished that off, too," Dion laughed.

"You didn't have any?" I asked in exasperation.

"I'm underage," Dion reminded me.

All I could do was laugh at my own indiscretion.

I showered and cleaned myself up, and then I spent the rest of the morning naked with Dion's cock in my mouth as he watched tv. He just sat up in bed while I was strewn across the bed with my head buried in his lap and my slobber dripping off his cock.

"Just relax and enjoy your show," I told him. "I want this week to be special for you, something, you'll never forget."

Dion chuckled. "I think you're spoiling me. I don't reckon I'll get this kind of service on any other vacation the rest of my life."

I marveled at how his cock fit so nicely in my mouth. I savored how the tip of his cock felt as it parted my lips. As he hardened, the veins in his cock became visible, and his pre cum leaked out onto my tongue.

"You teased me yesterday, so now I'll tease you," I told him as I repeatedly brought him to the edge of orgasm, only to back off at the last possible moment.