My wife, Julie, likes to take classes, lots of classes; some at the local community college, some on-line, some at the nearby university. She has two degrees and I'm certain will earn more. What can I say? She likes school.
Anyway, sometimes there are definite benefits; like the time she took a "Human Sexuality" course from the Psychology department at the local university. The class met on two evenings per week and Julie would be so horny when she got home that she would practically attack me. Sometimes we made it up to the bedroom, often not.
I think the best was when the class viewed a film about male ejaculation. Nothing, and I mean nothing, turns Julie on like observing big ropes of sperm shooting out of a penis. (I remember one time soon after we were married, she wanted to watch me masturbate. I obliged and when the jets of cum spurted from my dick I thought she was going to go crazy. She wanted to fuck so badly, but my flaccid cock was spent and would not cooperate. She then huffed off to the bedroom to finish with her vibrator.) I was right there when she came in the front door after seeing the ejaculation film, she just dropped all her clothes on the floor in front of the door, knelt in front of me, whipped out my cock, and gave me a blow job of such intensity that I erupted in less than a minute. Damn! That meant she was off to the bedroom and the vibrator.
That evening, as we were talking in bed before going to sleep, Julie mentioned that there was a young man in the class who was a virgin and intensely shy. She wanted my permission to bring him home for some one-on-one tutoring. I asked her how she knew he was a virgin and she just said it came out in one of those "small group sharing" episodes that have become a big part of training and education these days. In this case the "small group" was just her and this intensely shy young man named Victor. Julie also told me that because he was so shy, it might be best if I kept to the home office when they arrived and not meet him until she was certain he would be comfortable.
Two days later, she arrived home with Victor. I was in the home office when I heard the key turn in the front door lock, open, and Julie's voice invite him in and direct him to the sofa. She offered him a drink and went to the kitchen to fix it.
Our house was designed so that you entered a foyer with a staircase on the left that led to a landing spanning the length of the house. There was a bathroom at the left end of the landing and a guest bedroom next to the bathroom. In the middle was another bedroom that we used as our home office. The door to the home office was directly in line with the front door. On the right was the master bedroom. To the immediate right of the foyer, on the ground floor, was a step down into the living room. There was also a 6-foot wooden railing on the right side and our sofa was against that railing. The key to this arrangement was that I could stand on the landing in front of the office and look directly down onto the sofa below.
When I stealthily edged out of the office onto the landing and peeked downstairs, Victor was sitting on the sofa looking around at his surroundings. His demeaner exuded a painful shyness and almost a complete lack of confidence.
Julie entered the room with a small tray holding a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. She placed the tray on the coffee table, poured wine in each of the glasses, and handed one to Victor. Taking the other glass for herself she said, "Doesn't the class get you a little, how shall we say, 'worked up?' Do you have someone to help you out, I mean other than Rosey Palm?"
Even though he was shy, Victor seemed to have a good sense of humor. "No. Rosey Palm has been my steady companion since puberty," he said with a slight laugh.
"Really?" Julie responded. "You're a good-looking young man. I'll bet there are girls fawning all over you."
"Yeah. Some of the girls seem to want to go out with me, but I know it will all come to nothing."
"Why do you say that?"
His response was inaudible to me because he lowered his head and his voice as he responded.
"Bull!" I heard Julie say. "You've been looking at too much porn. This class should have permanently dissolved any notion you have that a cock has to be 9 inches long to please a woman. I understand how you feel, though. It's similar for women. Society would have every woman believe that she must have big tits to get a man to notice her. Well, I get plenty of attention and these babies are really quite small." Julie removed her sun dress as she said this last sentence, revealing her pert 34A breasts and her light blue 'granny' panties. Apparently, she either had not worn a bra to class or she removed it when she went to fix the drinks. Either way, Victor's jaw visibly dropped, and he stared intently at Julie's chest. "Now, I've let you see my breasts. Let me see your penis." She gently commanded.
Slowly Victor unzipped his jeans and pulled his hard penis out. It stood about four inches fully erect, was average in girth and had a pronounced mushroom head. "Victor," Julie said looking him straight in the eyes, "you have nothing...absolutely nothing...to be ashamed of. You have a very nice penis." With that she lowered herself to her knees, took him in her mouth, and proceeded to give him a masterful blowjob.
Victor leaned his head back and moaned as Julie bobbed her head up and down on his cock. After just a couple of minutes I saw Julie falter briefly as a little bit of sperm leaked out from the corners of her mouth. Victor's hips were jerking as he spasmed. Julie quickly recovered and swallowed hard and fast to keep more from spilling out. When Victor visibly relaxed, Julie raised her head and used her fingers to wipe the excess cum from her chin and then clean her fingers in her mouth. "You know," she said, "it's customary to warn a girl that you're about to cum. It's just good courtesy."
