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
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"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.
