Lesson number sixty-nine

If your wife were fooling around with another man on the sofa, just a few steps away from you, would you even notice?

An attic apartment, sunlight pouring through the roof windows. A young woman in a loosely tied black satin robe lifts the camera and greets her subscribers with a bright smile.

"This is my Sunday morning... with my lovely husband."

Behind her, a man in a black T-shirt and glasses sits on the same sofa, scribbling something on a sheet of paper. She sips her coffee and asks him to say a word to her viewers. "I don't want to," he says.

She asks him to go for a walk, the weather is lovely. He waves her off. "Not today." Then he asks for the couch back and sends her to the kitchen.

She gives the camera a thin smile. "Sorry guys, he's so boring." Then she says something that sounds like a throwaway complaint. Watch to the end and you will know it was a warning.

"A housewife needs to have some fun."

Soon her husband moves to the kitchen table for breakfast. She follows and whispers to her viewers, "Should I make his morning a little bit hotter?"

She sits across from him, picks up the milk and drinks, then lets it spill down her chin and into her cleavage. She pouts and whispers an invitation to the bedroom. Her husband looks at her over his glasses and gives her one word. "No."

That is the last answer he gives her that morning. And from that moment, something in her eyes changes.

"Okay guys, follow me to the bedroom." She leans into the camera. "I have milk everywhere. I need to change."

Red lace lingerie and nude stockings are laid out on the bed, as if they were ready before the camera ever came on.

She sets the camera on the bed and slips off the robe. Smooth bare shoulders, full breasts in a black bra, a tiny waist and a flat stomach, small black panties stretched tight over round hips, and soft, full thighs.

She turns her back to the camera, slowly slides those panties down, and glances back over her shoulder to complain to her viewers. "I really don't know why my husband doesn't want to do anything with me on Sunday... when I'm this horny."

With the red bra on, she turns back to the camera, her hands gliding over the full breasts spilling past the lace. Deep red against pale skin, like a flame.

"A housewife needs to have options," she says softly, with a little half smile. "Maybe a little surprise is waiting for me."

She opens the wardrobe door. "This is my Bull," she whispers, pointing at the man inside. "Today he's going to give me something my husband can't." Then she looks into the camera with a sly glint, as if asking her viewers whether they dare to keep watching.

She stands in front of the tall mirror. Looking back at her is a housewife in nothing but red lingerie. Long dark hair falls over pale shoulders. The thin lace bra can barely hold her full breasts, soft flesh spilling over the edges. A flat stomach. Her red panties are little more than a thin string across her hips, and from behind, that red line disappears between her cheeks, leaving her round, firm, pale ass completely bare. Long legs in nude stockings.

Bull stares at her from inside the wardrobe, gripping the front of his pants.

She puts the robe back on and carries the camera out to her husband at the round table. "Baby, are you still busy?" He lifts a hand and answers with a short "Mm," then goes back to his newspaper. Bull comes out of the wardrobe and stands there gripping himself, staring at her.

She sits on the arm of the sofa, robe falling open on both sides to show the red lace bra and her flat stomach. One knee at a time, she slowly spreads her legs wide in their nude stockings. With two fingers she hooks the thin red string of her panties and pulls it aside. Her plump pink peach opens in full view, its smooth skin glistening.

Bull kneels in front of her, leans in and gives her pink peach a soft flick of his tongue. She jolts, her hips lifting on their own, then gives her viewers a big smile.

She pushes Bull's head deeper between her legs, and with her other hand pulls the red lace bra down. Both full breasts bounce free, pink nipples standing hard. She arches her back, both spread legs going tense, eyes heavy, lips parted, a look of pure bliss, and lets out a soft moan. "Right there... how I like it."

Her hips grind against his face in a slow rhythm, her bare breasts swaying with every move, before she turns to whisper to the camera. "He's so much better than my husband."

Not far from them, her husband is still bent over the kitchen table. He never turns around.

Bull's tongue presses flat against the whole peach, then drags slowly from the very bottom up to the little bud at the top and circles there again and again. The soft pink petals part for him with every stroke, and her peach gets so wet it runs down the seam. She whispers to the camera, "It makes me crazy."

They move to the bed. She lies on her back with her legs spread wide, and Bull buries his face between them again, licking her peach without a break. She turns to the camera with hazy eyes, her full, glossy rose-red lips parted just slightly, as if a moan is about to slip out. Behind them, her husband stands with his back turned, completely clueless.

"Darling, is everything okay?" her husband's voice calls from across the room.

She and Bull both jump.

"Yes, everything is okay," she answers, in the sweetest voice she has used with him all day, and frantically waves Bull off to hide in the wardrobe.

Bull ducks into the wardrobe. She rushes over to stand in front of the door, with no time to fix anything. Her bra is still pulled down, her full breasts bare under the wide-open robe. Her husband walks in and spreads his hands. "Have you seen my notebook?"

She taps a finger to her lips, pretending to think, straight-faced. "I'm busy, baby. I'm filming."

"Maybe it's in the other room. Go see, darling," she says with a sweet smile, her hand pushing him toward the door.

Her husband opens the door and steps out. Before it has even closed, her sweet smile is gone. She turns to the camera. "Let's get back to what I was doing."

The moment the door shuts, she pulls Bull out of the wardrobe and drops to her knees in front of him. The black robe slips off her shoulders, both full breasts bare. One hand holds his banana as she opens her mouth and slowly takes it in, her full rose-red lips wrapped around the tip, her eyes locked on the camera.

"His banana is so much bigger than my husband's."

"My peach is wet enough," she whispers.

She takes Bull to the sofa and sets up the camera so it catches them both. She has him sit back against the cushions and climbs on top, her round, pale ass hovering over his lap, her legs in nude stockings straddling him on either side. She reaches behind her and spreads her cheeks wide for the camera, her pink peach, still dripping, right in front of the lens. Then she looks back over her shoulder, mouth hanging open.

She lowers herself slowly. The tip of the banana touches the middle of her still-wet peach, and the plump pink petals stretch open around it, then squeeze it tight. Her peach swallows the banana inch by inch, and every time it goes deeper her moans get louder, until it disappears completely and only her plump peach is left, spread around the base. Her soft, round ass presses down against him, and a shiver runs through her whole body.

She rides the banana nonstop, her round ass slamming down on him again and again. The slap of skin on skin fills the room, and her peach is so wet it runs down the banana. Her full breasts bounce up and down, her mouth wide open, her moans filling the room. "Harder... give it to me the way my husband never does."

She is riding him as hard as she can when, all of a sudden, her husband opens the door and walks in. She jumps and freezes, the banana still buried inside her peach.

"What was that sound, baby?" her husband asks, his eyes still on the newspaper in his hands.

She lies face down on top of Bull, perfectly still, her bare round ass facing the camera, the banana still buried in her peach. "I'm just doing my video," she answers flatly, her heart pounding.

"I'm doing some yoga," she tells her husband.

Meanwhile, Bull slowly slides out to hide under the sofa. The banana slips out of her peach, leaving her pink peach soaking wet, clear juice glistening all over its petals.

She points toward the spiral staircase. "Your notebook is upstairs, baby. Go take a look." Her bare round ass and her still-dripping peach face straight at the camera.

"I need some privacy, okay? Don't come down yet," she tells her husband.

As soon as her husband disappears upstairs, she turns to Bull and gives him a big smile, her bare round ass still pushed up on the sofa, her legs in nude stockings folded beneath her.

She leans back against the sofa, draws her knees up and slowly spreads her legs wide. Her pink peach, still dripping, opens in full view for Bull. She doesn't say a word. She just turns and gives him a look.

Bull is back in position, his banana poised at her peach. With slender fingers she spreads her plump pink petals, still dripping, holding them open for him, clear juice glistening. With her other hand she lifts the camera above her. Her legs in nude stockings spread wide, both full, pale, perky breasts bare in front of the lens, pink nipples standing hard. She looks straight into the camera without a word, just a little half smile, as if telling her viewers... let's continue.

The camera is still rolling, her husband is still in the house, and this story is not over yet.

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