Teaching Kat 07: Anal and more...

A quick note before the story begins. This likely should be two episodes, as it is almost twice as long as usual for this series. However, the first part involves our narrator Biran and his wife, and that episode would not fit the First Time category. So in order not to change category for the second-to-last episode and then change back for the last episode, I edited the two together into a longer narrative that, at least in the second act of the story, fits the category.

Okay, on to the finale of Teaching Kat!

"I want to try anal," Kat's voice said from my phone, which was beside me on the seat of my old truck. I was working on the lights for the instrument cluster, which had decided to stop functioning now that I actually had the truck running.

"Um, what?" I asked, sure I must have heard my eighteen-year-old neighbor wrong.

"I want to try anal. And learn to deepthroat. And have a threesome."

"I... um... a threesome with another guy or another girl?"

"Another girl, at least at first" she said, and I could hear the amusement in her voice. "Maybe your wife..."

"Don't even joke about that, Kat," I snapped, regretting my sharp tone the moment the words left me lips. Kat was not responsible for what I was feeling. Well, she had initiated our sexual relationship, telling me she wanted to learn to give a blowjob. And that had led to other sexual explorations with my cute, and sexy, neighbor. But Kat had not made me cheat on my wife, nor was she responsible for the ever-increasing guilt I felt. That was all on me.

"Sorry, Brian," she said, her tone much meeker than normal.

"No, I'm sorry, Kat," I sighed, sitting up and picking up the phone. "I'm just... not sure."

"Not sure about us?"

"Not sure there should be an 'us'. No, that's not true. I'm sure there should not be an 'us'."

"There isn't, really. Not in the sense of a relationship. We're just... having fun. And I'm learning about..."

"That's not how it felt last time," I said, interrupting her.

Last time had been in Kat's overwhelmingly pink bedroom with her strapped to her antique brass bed spread eagle. I had licked my young lover to several orgasms and then fucked her, at her request. None of that had been unusual, but afterward, the look in her blue eyes had left me sure something was growing there, something more than just fun exploration. Kat had denied it when I told her my concerns, but I could not shake what I had seen, or at least thought I had seen, in her gaze.

"I told you that you're overthinking that, Brian," she said, but the exasperation I heard in her voice seemed forced to my ear.

"Even if that's true, it's too much a risk. Carlos at work keeps teasing me about that fucking condom he found in my office. And Cami suspects something, I know it."

"She's seemed normal to me the last couple of times I talked to her. She even asked me to babysit on Saturday night so you guys can go out."

"Yeah, I know. But that may be because she suspects that I'm up to something with someone but does not suspect it's you."

"I think that's just you worrying about it."

"I'm more than worrying about it, Kat. I feel guilty as fuck. I can't do this to her. I can't. I love Cami."

"Of course you do, Brian. And I'm not asking you not to love her. I just want... well... to have more fun with you."

"Have you and Clarke fucked?" I asked, wanting to redirect this conversation and maybe, just maybe, Kat's focus for her sexual exploration as well.

"No. He's been... busy. I think he might be fucking someone else."

I stifled a groan and stared at the phone. If Kat's boyfriend was out of the picture, Kat would likely focus even more on me, and maybe emotionally as well as physically. At least, that was my fear. And, if I'm honest, a little bit of my dream as well.

"Well, shit," I said when I could not think of anything else.

"I'm thinking about going to a party tomorrow night," she went on as if I had not said anything. "This guy I kinda like should be there. I'm thinking about trying to hook up with him."

A twinge of jealousy flitted through my mind, but I buried it before it could grow. Kat finding a new guy might be just what I needed. Sure, I would miss her sucking my cock and the feel of her young, tight pussy around my erection, but every part of me but my dick knew I needed to stop doing stuff with her. And besides, my sex life with Cami had improved quite a bit in recent weeks, likely because my messing around with Kat had reinvigorated my sex drive. If I could keep that going, I would not even miss being with Kat, at least not too much.

The sound of the door to the garage opening and my wife calling my name interrupted my thoughts.

"Gotta go," I whispered.

"Okay. Bye," Kat said before the phone went dead.

I stared at the phone for several seconds, wondering what I was going to do.

***

The next evening, after a long day at work that came on the heels of a guilt-ridden ad restless night's sleep, I arrived home tired and frustrated. Finding my wife and Kat deep in conversation at our kitchen table did nothing to help my mood.

"Hi, Honey," Cami said, standing to give me a hug.

"Hey, Mr. P.," Kat said with a little waive and an air kiss while my wife's back was to the blonde girl.

"Hi Sweetie," I said to Cami, followed by, "Hey, Kat."

"This is probably my cue to go," the eighteen-year-old said after Cami and I kissed. "I've got a party to get ready for."

"Bye," Cami said, and I echoed her.

"Bye, guys. And thanks for the chat, Mrs. P."

"Anytime, Kat," my wife called after her retreating form. And it was all I could do to not stare at the way the blonde's firm, round ass bounced.

"What did she want?" I asked when Cami and I were alone.

"Boy troubles," my wife replied before giving me another kiss, this one longer. "God, I'm so glad all that shit is behind me."

"Yeah, me too."

"Oh, you had boy trouble?" Cami teased, and I noted a sparkle in her hazel eyes.

"No, girl trouble. And that's a lot worse, trust me."

"Yeah, I think you're probably right," my wife said, and I wondered if she meant more by that than it seemed.

***

That evening, through dinner and watching a couple of shows with the kids, I did my best to determine whether Cami might know something she was not letting on about. But besides my own tension, I felt nothing amiss from my wife, other than that she teased me a bit more than usual.

I was still watching TV when Cami, who had put the kids to bed, strolled back into our family room. I expected her to sit down next to me so maybe we could watch a less kid friendly show together, but she remained standing, her gaze locked on me, her expression unreadable.

"Do you want to watch another show?" I asked, needing to break the silence.

"I'd rather got to bed," she said, but then shook her head. "No, I'd rather stay out here. But I'd be too afraid of the kids walking in on us."

"Walking in on us doing what?" I asked.

"More on me doing something, I think. At least at first," Cami smiled, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

"I don't understand," I said. And that was the truth. Convinced that Kat had let something slip and that my wife had just been biding her time, I had been prepared for Cami to accuse me, to scream at me, to rage at me.

"Oh, I think you will in just a little bit," Cami said, holding out her hand to me.

***

"Lock the door, Brian," my wife whispered into my ear. We had barely made it into the room before we had started kissing like teenagers on a date. And to my surprise, that had lasted much longer than I had anticipated. I could not recall the last time we had kissed like that. Nor when just kissing my wife would leave my cock hard and aching.

"Okay," I croaked, turning around and doing as she asked. And at the same time the lock clicked shut, I heard the rustling of clothes behind me.

"Fuck," I groaned when I saw Cami. She had shed the t-shirt and sweats she'd put on after dinner. Clad now in only a black lace bra, one that created a lot of cleavage, and matching panties, she stood smiling at me.

"God, you're fucking hot," I said, meaning it with an intensity I had almost forgotten. How long had it been since we had started before getting into bed?

"So are you, mister" my wife said, her voice dropping into a sultry purr I had not heard from her in years.

I reached out to grasp a lace covered breast, but Cami pushed my hand away. In the next instant, she grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then she stepped back, gave me a quick grin, reach behind her back, unhooked her bra, and let it drop to the floor. I had, of course, seen her breasts thousands of times over the years we had been married, but it seemed to me like I was beholding them again for the first time.

Larger and fuller than Kat's much firmer breast, they sagged quite a bit more than when we had been in college, the effects of age and having two children. But her thick, brown nipples still stood proudly from the crinkled, slightly lighter brown flesh of her large areolas. And the expanse of tan fleshed, lighter than her arms and legs and upper chest but still darker than my paler skin, the legacy of Latina heritage on her mother's side, held an almost exotic allure that I had somehow stopped appreciating the way I should have.

"You have awesome tits," I said, evoking an unexpected dark flush on her cheeks and chest as well as an almost girlish giggle.

"Why thank you, Brian," my wife replied, shaking her torso and setting her breasts to jiggling. "You haven't said that in... well... too long."

"Sorry," I mumbled, and I felt a flush to match hers, although likely a redder shade on me, spreading across my own cheeks.

"Shit, don't be sorry," my wife said, stepping closer so that her stiff nipples brushed my skin just below my chest. "I've... let things slide a bit, too, I think. When's the last time I worshipped your cock? I mean, really worshipped it with my lips and tongue and hands and...?"

"Fuck, Cami," I rasped before pulling her in for a long, passionate kiss. Kami's tongue pushed against mine, and we played like that for some time. But then my hands found her much more than a handful breasts and her hands found my ridged dick, squeezing it through the soft material of my sweatpants. Seconds later, we broke our embrace, but not the stare we had fixed on each other's eyes.

"I love..."

"Shhhh..." Cami said, putting her finger to my lips. "Time for that later."

And then she was on her knees, hazel eyes sparkling up at me as she pulled my sweats and my briefs down together, freeing my throbbing erection. She grasped the shaft of it in one hand, favoring me with a quick mile before she slurped the head between her moist, soft, welcoming lips.

Moaning, I ran both hands through her soft, shoulder length, brunette hair. Cami seemed to sigh around my dick as her lips slid lower then back up to the head, over and over, her tongue wiggling as she did so.

"Before Sean was born," I told her maybe a minute later.

"What?" Cami asked, letting my dick from her lips.

"It was a few days before you had him. You were horny but worried about fucking. You sat in that low chair we used to have and worshipped my cock for over an hour, taking me to the edge over and over."

"Oh, yeah," my wife smiled. "I fingered myself several times, then you licked me to several more orgasms afterward. And after that, I blew you again, although much quicker."

"Yep, that's right," I moaned, thrusting my pelvis forward and nudging her head toward my dick, done reminiscing and needing her mouth back on my shaft.

"Tonight'll probably be faster than that time," she said. "But I think you'll still like it."

"I know I will," I sighed as her warm mouth again engulfed half my length. Cami, here eyes locked on mine, winked before beginning to piston up and down. Groaning, I encouraged her with my hands, although she did not need it. And within seconds, my knees weakened and I warned her I was about to blow.

"That won't do," my wife said after pulling off my erection. "I'm not aiming for a quickie BJ here."

"I'd be okay with that," I responded, stroking her hair. "Afterward, I could lick you and then we could fuck."

"Oh, now that sounds like a plan. But let me try something first."

I nodded, wondering what she was up to. Seconds later, when the head of my dick hit the back of her throat and she gagged, I suspected I knew. After she did the same thing several more times, I was sure. My wonderful, sexy wife was attempting to deepthroat me, something she had not done since my birthday before last.

"Cami, you don't have to do this," I managed to say through my moans and groans and heavy breathing. My wife just winked at me before closing her eyes and drawing in a deep breath through her nose. For a moment nothing happened, but then, in a rush, she drove her face forward. And this time, after a brief pause, my dick slid into her tight throat. I gasped and shuddered, reveling in the feeling even as her nose came to rest in my pubic hair.

"Holy fuck, Cami." My voice, thin and ready, seemed to hang in the air as my wife, cheeks hollowed, applied suction. I gulped in a breath and wobbled on unsteady legs, sure I could not last more than an instant longer. But just when I thought I was going to explode down Cami's throat, she yanked her head up.

"Fuck, I wasn't sure I could still do that," she croaked after a quick coughing fit. "Sometimes I've thought about trying again, but the longer it was since I did it, the more I worried I couldn't anymore."

"It was as incredible as ever, Baby," I told her, wanting to experience it again but not wanting to make her feel like she had to.

"Yes, it was," she beamed up at me. "My panties are fucking soaked."

"God, Cami," I groaned, my hands pushing her lips back toward my shaft seemingly on their own volition.

My wife said nothing. She just opened wide and let me guide her lips down my cock. She offered no resistance at all, and soon my entire length was again buried in her incredible mouth and tight throat. For a heartbeat, then two, then three, we both held still. I smiled at her, and she blinked a couple of times. I groaned for what felt like the hundredth time, and that broke the spell.

Cami slid her lips back up to the head of my cock and suckled it for a few seconds before swallowing my length once more. It was too much.

"I'm coming," I almost yelled, my hands pulling on my wife's hair. I wanted her to taste my cum, not just take it down her throat. And Cami seemed to want the same thing, because she pulled back until maybe an inch of my dick remained in her mouth. Then she sucked, soft but insistence, until the first spurt filled her mouth. After that, she slid her lips up and down the top third of my shaft, milking me dry.

"I better get a kiss after that," she said when my soft dick fell from her mouth.

"You will," I replied, lifting her to her feet before locking lips, tasting myself on hers.

"And your pussy will get kisses too," I said when we broke for air.

"It'd better, Brian..."

My wife's words trailed into a small scream as I picked her up, put her over my shoulder, and carried her the few strides to our bed.

***

"Fuck, that was so good," Cami breathed against my skin as we snuggled. After the deepthroat blowjob, I had licked my wife to three orgasms and fucked her, doggy style, to one more before finishing deep inside her. And during all of that, I had not thought of our eighteen-year-old neighbor once. But Cami's next words brought an end to that.

"You want to know what Kat wanted?"

"Um, sure," I said, doing my best to force my voice to remain neutral.

"She asked if I could deepthroat. I guess her boyfriend wants her to, but she can't get past her gag reflex."

"What'd you tell her?"

"That I could once but wasn't sure I still could. She asked for pointers, and after I gave her some, she suggested I teach her directly."

"Teach her how?" And I hoped it was just my imagination that my voice quavered a little with that question.

Cami did not say anything. Instead, she sat up and turned to look down on me. For a moment, I thought she was not going to answer my question. Her expression certainly seemed to indicate she had concerns about doing so. But seconds later, she said, "On you."

"What?"

"She suggested I teach her by showing her and then letting her practice on you."

"What the fuck?" I said, trying to sound surprised and incredulous.

"Yep. That's what I thought, too," Cami sighed, lying back down next to me. "I said 'no', of course. But it got me thinking about... well... things we used to do. And I'm not going to lie... the thought of it... um... never mind. We can't."

"Of course not."

Cami did not say anything else for some time, and I wondered if she might have fallen asleep. I, on the other hand, remained wide awake, anger at Kat warring with a fantasy born of Cami's last few words. The thought of teaching Kat how to deepthroat me had clearly had some effect of Cami she did not want to discuss. But Cami was not sleeping, and her next words put to rest any flights of fancy about her and Kat and me.

"Brian, be careful with her."

"What?" I gasped, fear replacing all other emotions in a rush.

"She's... young and eager... and vulnerable too, I think. And, well... I think her request might have been partially pretext. She's had a crush on you a long time. She may try... other avenues, if you know what I mean."

"Cami, you don't have to worry..."

"Oh, I'm not worried about me or us, Brian. I'm worried about you. Girls that age can get obsessive, especially if they can't get what they want."

"She doesn't want me, Cami," I said, afraid it was the biggest lie I had ever told my wife.

"Oh, I think she does. And I think... I would hope... please, be careful. Don't be alone with her. Don't encourage her, even if you think your just being nice and caring, like you've always been. You may see her as a daughter or a little sister, but I don't think she sees you like a father or big brother. Not anymore. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay," I told my wonderful wife as guilt -- and the knowledge that I did not see Kat the way Cami believed I did -- tormented me.

***

"We have to stop this." I texted to Kat the next morning. I was out in the garage pretending to work on my truck.

"Mrs. P. told U what I asked?" she replied almost instantly.

"Yes. And I'm pissed as fuck. Leave her out of this."

"U dont want me & wifey sucking Ur dick?"

"I want this to end, and for you to not talk to Cami about anything else like this again."

"If it ends, Ill tell her everything."

I stared at the words, my heart pounding as sweat stood out on my face and neck. I had not anticipated that Kat might go down this road.

"Or I could seduce U both after babysitting Ur kids tonight."

"Fuck," I snarled to the air. What was I going to do about this?

Deny everything a voice in my head whispered. Cami's already ready to believe that Kat is capable of lying or manipulating the situation.

But then the reality hit me. The text messages were a huge problem. And so was what had happened at the shop. Sure, Carlos had not seen anything really, other than the used condom. But Cami was smart enough to recognize the truth if he told her everything he did know.

"Fuck," I said again, but this time my voice held a defeated tone.

***

"Hi Mr. P., Mrs. P.," Kat said. "You both look nice."

"We need a night out," Cami said, her arm linking through mine in a way that seemed possessive to me. "It can be a challenge to keep things romantic when you've been married so long, even when you love each other."

I nodded and hoped that Cami would leave off the messaging with that. I had no idea how Kat would react, but I suspected she would see my wife's words more as a challenge than a warning. Or at least that is what I feared.