The following day most of those who had attended the "First Lesson" stopped by Georgeanne's place or at least called. Everyone wanted to talk about it. How could they keep these "Lessons" going? How could they do it without getting caught? Did it matter that they didn't get caught? How could they introduce their husbands to the skills they were developing?
The agreed to get together again the following week. Some were going to try what they had seen Jerry do on their husbands over the weekend. Tuesday was the first day that seemed to work for everybody to get together after the weekend. That wouldn't prevent texting, emails, and even phone calls in the interim.
Jenny was the first to call Georgeanne. Ryan had gotten home quite late, after midnight. The long drive from the nearest airport had left him in a bad mood. He didn't want a drink, he'd eaten fast food so he wasn't hungry. Jenny had had great plans, but they were quickly unraveling as she could think of nothing to help Ryan's mood.
"Lie down and I'll rub your back," she suggested coming back into their living room where he sat, grumpy. She wore a translucent night shirt. Her dark nipples and her red fur were visible occasionally as the light and the folds of the garment permitted.
He didn't say no.
She said, "Help me finish this last glass of wine." He took the wine from her.
She sat on his lap unbuttoning his shirt.
He drank slowly and watched.
He watched as she unbuttoned buttons. He watched as her movement made the thin garment she was wearing fold and unfold providing erotic glimpses of her body.
His shirt unbuttoned she whispered, "Come with me. Let me rub your back."
He finished the wine and followed her to their bedroom. He allowed her to remove his shirt, then his pants.
He started to lie on the bed. She restrained him. "Let's get these off, too." She pulled his briefs off.
He lay down on his stomach, tired, ready for the massage that would put him to sleep. He knew she was good. He relaxed waiting for sleep.
She began, working from the neck down. As he felt the tension leave, he began to feel another need. Her touch tonight was lighter than usual. She worked her hands down his back onto his butt. She spent more time than usual working muscles below his waist.
She spread his legs and knelt between them. She worked his thighs. She put lotion on him that oozed onto his balls and cock. It was warm. She rubbed it in gently. It made him warmer.
She continued down his legs to his feet and when she had finished with his feet, she whispered, "Turn over."
He had always fallen asleep before, but now his cock and balls were warm. They tingled.
He turned over.
