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"Mrs. Nelson?"
Linda turned. "Yes?"
"High heels aren't good for your feet, you know."
Linda looked down and this time Ted was positive she blushed.
"Oh, I forgot I had them on. I usually wear slippers around the house."
She stepped down to the main floor and held the banister while she lifted one foot, and then the other, to slip the heels off. She walked past Gary to the closet in the entranceway, dropped the shoes, and was about to put her slippers on when Gary spoke again.
"Stocking feet is better," he said.
Linda nudged the slippers back into the closet and returned to the stairs. Gary followed her up and Ted noticed that, if anything, her cheeks rolled from side to side in a more dramatic display than even the stretchy leotards could offer. The geek obviously enjoyed the show all the way up the stairs and had to be wondering, as was Ted, if his wife was wearing any underwear at all.
Ted paused the video. What the hell had just happened?
In the office, the lessons proceeded with mind-numbing monotony. Despite the invitation of bare arms and shoulders, Gary didn't yield to temptation nor did he lean over Linda's shoulder to whisper in her ear or look down her dress. In fact, he remained seated though he had left the stool chair for Linda to use. After watching intently for half an hour, convinced Gary would make a move on his wife, Ted began skimming faster and faster through the video. They were half way to the door before he noticed they had taken a break for lunch.
Nothing happened in the kitchen. Gary hardly even looked at Linda as she made sandwiches, bent over in the refrigerator to get lettuce and tomatoes from the crisper, and reached for tall glasses in the top cupboard. Their conversation was mundane until the end.
"What do you teach Mrs. Ashton?" Linda asked.
"Oh, the same things I'm showing you, for the most part."
"Uh huh. And what about the other part?"
"Oh, things."
"What things?"
Ted was struck by the coy, flirtatious manner the two words were delivered as Linda leaned forward on her elbows, an almost empty glass of milk dangling and swirling from her right hand. A splash of milk lined her upper right lip which was curled up in a mischievous smile.
"Are you sure you want to know?" Gary raised his eyebrows.
"Definitely," Linda replied. "I'm intrigued."
Ted was struck by the comfort with which they now spoke to each other and it bothered him. Even after years of marriage, Ted wasn't relaxed near his wife, or any woman for that matter.
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Absolutely." Linda straightened, as if affronted.
"I really shouldn't tell you."
"Oh, come on. You can't leave me hanging after saying that."
What a choice of words, Ted thought.
"It might cost you something."
"Like what? More money?" Linda asked in a tone that suggested she knew that was beneath him.
"No, but you might have to do something for me."
"Like what?"
"Like what Mrs. Ashton does."
Linda's tone became flirtatious again.
"Like wearing a dress when you ask?"
Gary didn't answer.
"Does Mrs. Ashton wear what you tell her to?"
"Uh huh."
"That's weird."
Linda put the last bite of her sandwich in her mouth and chewed it with a smile.
"I shouldn't tell you."
Linda encouraged him without saying a word, flashing her eyes. He gave in.
"Mrs. Ashton is a lonely lady and she suspects her husband is having an affair."
Linda stopped chewing but didn't speak.
"So I'm showing her how to look for clues in her husband's computer and phone. Actually, I guess I'm doing it mostly myself. She isn't as good on the computer as you."
"Have you found anything?"
"I can't say."
Linda didn't push it but, knowing her, Ted knew she wouldn't let go until she found out. She wiped the milk from her lip as if she knew it was there all the time and grinned.
"Shall we get started?"
She stood up and pulled her shoulders back sharply, causing her breasts to thrust against the dress. Gary stuffed the rest of his sandwich into his mouth and let his eyes wander down her figure to her stocking feet.
"Are those pantyhose?" he asked.
Linda seemed caught off guard.
"No."
"Good," Gary said, and got up.
Linda climbed the stairs in a more business-like fashion than she had that morning and the day before which signaled that she had indeed been toying with her geeky tutor but was now having second thoughts. Perhaps Gary had gone too far with his impertinent remark about the pantyhose. Ted breathed a sigh of relief but it was cut short when her buttocks began to roll near the top of the stairs.
Linda returned to her photography program but had clearly lost interest. Gary stood behind her, as if waiting for something to happen.
"Can you show me some of the things you're teaching Mrs. Ashton?"
Gary put his hands on Linda's shoulders, the way he had done the day before.
"Are you sure you want to know, Mrs. Nelson?"
Linda nodded. Gary's hands began sliding from side to side, over to the edge of her shoulder and back to the crook of her neck. They moved back and forth but he didn't say anything else until his hands slipped onto her upper arm and then moved back to slide up her neck until his fingers could pinch her ear lobes. He leaned close to her ear.
"I'll show you a few things to look for and then you can practise to see if you can find some stuff on your own."
Linda nodded and Ted felt a chill run down his spine. Gary sat on the other chair and slid over to take control of the keyboard and mouse. Linda gave way. Ted couldn't see what Gary was doing and he provided little in the way of verbal explanation. Occasionally, he looked at Linda and she nodded her understanding. After about fifteen minutes, Gary slid out of the way and stood up as Linda rolled her chair into place. He resumed his place behind her and immediately put his hands on her shoulders. As she began operating the keyboard and mouse, he lifted his hands and stroked her skin from neck to elbows with the tips of his fingers. Several times he leaned close to whisper encouragement and his lips brushed her ears but Linda didn't shy away. She only nodded. Ted's blood went cold.
He was a patient bastard. Ted had to give him that. It was half an hour before he made another suggestion. It hadn't slipped Ted's notice that the rubbing hands had moved onto Linda's back and, in transiting to her arms, managed to scrape along the side of her dress, beside her breasts. That she was oblivious indicated that whatever he showed her how to do was worth it. Ted gritted his teeth.
"It's not good to sit so long in such a tight dress. You should pull it up a bit so it's looser around your legs and hips."
Linda didn't respond, apparently as oblivious to his words as she was to his roaming hands.
"Lift up a bit," Gary instructed.
When Linda did he pinched the sides of her dress and pulled.
"Again," he said, tugging Linda's dress up and bunching it around her waist, relaxing the tension on her legs as the wider part closer to the hem slid up her legs.
"Again."
Gary pulled and the hem of the dress came perilously close to the juncture of her thighs. He gave one last tug and leaned over Linda's shoulder.
"Perfect," he said.
From the angle of the camera Ted couldn't see what 'perfect' meant but presumed her panties were now showing. In support of his theory, Gary maintained a leaning stance as he continued to run his hands over her arms and shoulders, occasionally running his hands under her arms to cop a feel of the sides of his wife's breasts. On one such occasion he must have done more than just scrape by because Linda became agitated.
"Would you like me to log onto my account and show you what I found out for Mrs. Ashton?"
Linda relaxed and Gary leaned over to take possession of the keyboard and mouse. After typing a few entries he relinquished the mouse and keyboard to Linda who leaned close to the screen. Gary's hands rubbed up and down her back and this time, when they reached around her sides, Linda didn't protest. Ted could tell by the extent of his reach that Gary was cupping his wife's breasts.
Linda spent a long time peering at the screen, occasionally gasping in surprise. Gary's hands frequently visited the front of her dress and lingered longer each time, the flexing muscles in his skinny forearms betraying the molestation his fingers were foisting upon Linda's tits. And still she didn't notice. What was he showing her?
When Gary straightened up to massage Linda's neck and shoulders Ted was surprised to see the large lump in front of his pants. He wasn't wearing jeans today but rather pants made of some kind of light-weight material like the kind used to make running or hiking pants. Whatever it was made of his male equipment was explicitly outlined.
Ted couldn't understand how he could have missed how well endowed the young geek was. Had Linda missed it too? He tried to remember if she had noticed without looking back through the video. Now that he thought about it, he remembered several times when Linda glanced down at his lap while he demonstrated something on the screen.
Could he blame her? He hadn't paid attention to her sexually for months and when he did the sex wasn't much to write home about. He quickly satisfied himself, more to fulfill an obligation than to get off. He knew Linda didn't enjoy it so he rationalized that he was doing her a favor by getting it done quickly.
Linda suddenly sat back, catching Gary by surprise. The look on her face confirmed that she could feel his cock pressing into her back and he knew in that instant that Linda was interested in sex, just not with him. She didn't lean forward to break contact. Instead, she looked up at the geek pressing his manhood into her back and he slid his right hand along her shoulder until it curled around her throat.
"Surprised?"
Linda nodded. Ted though they were referring to the thing caught between them but he was wrong.
"You're thinking your husband might be involved in the same kind of activity, but we don't know that, yet."
Linda nodded again.
"I think you should lay down. You've had a bit of a shock."
Without waiting for an answer Gary lifted Linda's hand and led her to the double bed pressed against the wall. They used the office as a second guest bedroom when family visited. Linda sat on the bed and Gary urged her to lay down on her back.
"Close your eyes."
She did and his hand grasped the inside of her right ankle, lowering to rub her foot before sliding up the stocking to her knee. His fingers trailed across her knee cap.
"Mrs. Ashton finds it relaxing when I do this," he explained.
His hand crossed to the other knee and descended to her left foot. After rubbing it he returned to her knee, crossed to the other side and explored her lower thigh, then dropped to the knee and returned to the right ankle.
"Turn over," he instructed.
Linda dutifully rolled away from him, onto her stomach, keeping her legs and feet together. Gary grasped her left ankle and pulled it toward him, then pushed the right foot away. His fingers trailed up the back of her calf, then dropped between her legs and pushed her knees apart.
"It will help you relax if I rub your legs."
Linda didn't respond. Gary started rubbing her legs anyway, up and down, from her toes, running along the soles of her feet, to her knees and beyond, up to the hem of her dress. Ted didn't notice at first but eventually saw that his fingers were poking into the darkness of her skirt and each time he withdrew down the length of her legs, he traveled along the inside, pressuring them to open wider.
Gary's hands pushed the skirt higher up the back of Linda's thighs and still she made no protest. It actually looked like she had fallen asleep. Ted thought she might not be able to feel what Gary was doing but then he used both hands to push the skirt way up her thighs, along the outside, until it slid part way onto her buttocks, exposing the bottom of her panties.
He then returned to massaging Linda's legs but only descended to her feet three times. After that he only went as low as the knees before returning to her thighs and spent most of the time above the top of her stockings on her most tender skin. After a few minutes he lifted the dress higher, depositing it above her buttocks, and exposing her entire ass. The panties stretched across her buttocks half way down. They were so small it was no surprise her cheeks rolled around so much when she walked.
"Lovely," Gary murmured. "Even better than Mrs. Ashton. Much better."
Gary placed a hand on each buttock. Instead of rearing up in anger, Linda crossed her arms over the back of her head. Gary unhurriedly massaged her buttocks, squeezing them between his fingers and splaying his thumbs wide to rub their luxurious fullness with separate strokes. Linda's arms tightened around her head.
"Mrs. Ashton loves this. She says it takes her mind off her husband."
Linda nodded under her arms. Gary started to tug her panties down. He didn't do it in a single move. Instead, he did it slowly, giving her every opportunity to protest. When she didn't, he smiled and made a meal of getting them half way down her thighs. He put his hand between them, high up, and told Ted's wife to close her legs. She did, trapping his hand between her thighs.
For several minutes neither of them moved. Gary waited patiently, watching her carefully. There was a tiny movement, barely perceptible, a mere flexing of her thighs. Several seconds later it happened again, and then again. Gary kept his hand rigidly still and he grinned when Linda's ass lifted.
"That's it," he whispered. "Come to Papa."
Linda's legs trembled.
"You can do it," he encouraged. "Mrs. Ashton wasn't so shy."
As if that gave her permission, Linda pushed her ass up and down, then flinched when her pussy contacted the back edge of Gary's thumb where his hand was still planted between her legs. Gary waited until she flinched again, then must have flexed his thumb because Linda's head suddenly lifted and her back arched before slumping back to the bed. The muscles in his skinny forearm rippled and Ted knew his thumb was sliding through his wife's slit. Was she wet? With a sinking heart, Ted knew she was. She rarely got wet when they had sex.
Linda's head moved on the mattress but she didn't look up. Gary pushed his arm forward and Ted knew his fingers were inside her. He reached out with his left hand and stroked her hair and caressed her neck. He did this for several minutes, never stopping the manipulation between Linda's legs. Then Ted noticed his forearm twisting and he flicked his eyes from camera to camera trying to get the best view.
Linda's cheeks were bulging up and Ted knew then Gary had more than two fingers inside her. Her hips flexed in response to every push and she worked herself back on his fingers. Gary leaned forward to keep himself deep inside her, his whole forearm twisting back and forth. He found the zipper of Linda's dress with his free hand and dragged it down her back. When she turned her head, he gave her instructions to deflect a potential protest.
"Turn your toes inward."
To Ted's amazement, that's exactly what Linda did. This woman, who railed against every suggestion he made, obeyed this geeky kid instantly. As soon as her toes were pointing at one another, Gary's arm slid forward and Ted knew by her reaction that he had pushed his entire, skinny hand inside her pussy. Linda's head lifted again and this time Gary's left hand found her throat to provide support.
"You're going to love this, Mrs. Nelson."
And she did. Linda released the first of many long, drawn out groans. Minutes later, moaning and gasping, she lifted her torso and Gary followed with his arm, working her pussy madly and bringing his left hand to bear under her tummy, sliding it back until she could rub her mound hard in his palm. Linda went wild, her body jerking from the hand impaling her from behind to shove herself onto the one in front.
"Yeah, Mrs. Nelson, go for it."
Linda was up on her elbows, thighs spread wide to accommodate Gary's hand, and knees bent to lift her feet off the bed. Ted wondered if that made his twisting hand feel better in her pussy and was immediately angered that this goofy looking kid could make his wife lose herself completely to her passion, something he had never be able to do. He hated him and hated her for letting him do that to her, but couldn't look away or even fast forward through the video file. It was like driving by a bad accident. He was fascinated by his wife.
Gary grasped Linda's hair but there was no need to lift her head since her back was already arched in passion. He must have done it to slow her down because she had lost control of her legs which were trembling violently and her hips were gyrating erratically, up and down and from side to side, as if trying to wrench his arm from its socket.
"Whoa, Mrs. Nelson. Easy, easy."
Linda went rigid and her cheeks tightened into rock-hard lumps of granite. Her thighs shuddered, loosened, shook and tightened several times, and then she collapsed on the bed, her thighs and buttocks glistening with sweat. Her legs clamped on his forearm and tried to trap it when it withdrew but it was too slippery and her legs were now too weak.
"Boy, Mrs. Nelson. I knew you'd like it, but wow! Mr. Nelson must go away a lot."
He laughed and right then Ted wanted to kill him. Maybe it was time to buy a gun.
Linda's arms returned to cover the back of her head. Perhaps she was feeling ashamed of her wanton response and didn't want to hear about it. Gary got up and Ted thought he was going to leave.
"Good riddance, you little bastard. We'll meet again. Soon, you'll see."
But Gary didn't leave. Instead, he removed his shirt and quietly pushed his hiking pants down, releasing a large, half-hard cock. Despite himself, Ted had to admire its length and girth. It wasn't like the ridiculous mutant cocks featured in some pornos but it was impressive enough. It looked completely out of place hanging off this goofy kid's skinny, lanky body. Its shape and the texture of its skin, was the opposite of Gary's acne covered, lop-sided face.
Gary kneeled on the bed, his knees straddling Linda's.
"My turn, Mrs. Nelson."
Linda turned and looked back. For the first time she seemed to comprehend her predicament and started to push herself up but he pressed on her back, forcing her back onto the mattress, then grasped her hips and lifted her ass.
"No, Gary don't."
"It's time to pay the piper, Mrs. Nelson."
"I don't want to know any more. I don't care what my husband is doing."
"I don't either, Mrs. Nelson, but you owe me."
Gary's horse cock banged between her thighs, hardened from the contact, and lifted until the tip found her lower lips. He pressed forward, nudging into her slit. Linda's head came up again and she started to rise up onto her elbows.
"Stay down," Gary said. "It'll be easier."
Despite her protest, Linda flattened her face on the mattress and waited, on her knees with her ass in the air. Gary lifted himself onto his feet, keeping the tip of his cock in her slit, and then pushed down slowly until he filled her. When he was all the way in, he grabbed her hands and pulled them back until they rested on top of her ass. Linda had exhaled the whole time she was being penetrated and now breathed harshly, gasping for breath.
"Okay, Mrs. Nelson. Here we go."
Ted watched, mesmerized, as he started fucking his wife with his big cock. Within seconds there wasn't a single vestige of protest from her. To the contrary, she made sounds that convinced him she would do anything to keep his big prick inside her forever. If he stopped now, Ted knew she would beg to be fucked. With a sinking feeling, he realized she would crave this geek's cock as, he expected, Mrs. Ashton did. Why had he pushed Linda to mention her, to pretend to need lessons? Look at her. Look at the way she loves it, loves his cock. God, she's wiggling around trying to extract every exquisite tingle she can.
