The Guitar Lesson…Part 2

Sam strode through the door and out to the pool deck. I spun around on the 
couch up into a sitting position and looked at him, my eyes wide with 
terror.
“I’m dead, I know it.”
With a cold, hard expression on his face, he walked right up to Renee’
“Looks like you two have been having quite the time!” he said in a loud, 
curt voice.
Renee’ began to sob.
“Oh Sam, you don’t understand.’
“Oh, I understand, alright. Get rid of old Sam, so you can fuck the guitar 
teacher! My God, Renee’, it sounds like a bad romance novel! Do you think 
I’m stupid?”
I said nothing; having just in the last, few seconds become a religious man.
“God, please get me out of this one, and I’ll be good!”
He stood in front of Renee’, his hands on his hips, glaring down at her, 
every once in a while she looked at me in disgust.
“I see now why you wanted these lessons. I guess my cock isn’t good enough. 
You need several to make you happy, Renee’.”
He was beet red with anger and growing more so as each minute went by. I 
thought about trying to leave, but found myself frozen with fear, sitting 
there, naked, caught like a child with my hand in a cookie jar. Renee’ 
continued to sob, and began to speak in a choked, unintelligible voice that 
I could barely understand.
“Oh Sam! I never meant to hurt you! It’s just that, well, you’re never here, 
and when you are you’re so cold and distant. I’ve been so lonely, Sam.”
He grew silent now, and looked down at his wife, a blank, cold expression on 
his face.
“I can’t believe you would go to this length, Renee’. I’ve been a good 
husband to you. I’ve given you a good life, this house, all of your nice 
things. How do you repay me? By being a slut, by fucking the first guy that 
comes along. I just can’t believe it. I knew something was up tonight, you 
know. I left for my flight, and I definitely had the feeling that something 
was wrong.”
As he spoke, he turned around and walked toward the door, his back to us. He 
grabbed the back of a pool chair and pulled it back toward us. He placed it 
about 6 feet in front of the couch, facing us, and sat down in it. He 
continued to speak.
“I was angry when I found out that my flight had been cancelled, but, deep 
inside of me, I was a little relieved, because I couldn’t shake this gnawing 
feeling that something was wrong. I drove back here, and parked down the 
street, away from the house. I made my way around the house, being very 
quiet. I looked through that window right there. You were sucking this man’s 
cock, Renee’. I saw the whole thing. I watched you fuck him with that slut 
pussy of yours.”
Renee’ just looked at him, her mouth open.
“You were spying on me?”
“Yes, I was. It was really quite entertaining, Renee’.
To say that I was extremely uncomfortable at this point would be a dramatic 
understatement. At this point, I just wanted to escape with my life. I 
decided to speak up.
“Umm, Sam, I’ll tell you what. I’m just going to go, ok?”
He looked at me, a half smile forming on his face.
“You’re not going anywhere, my friend. I’ve just begun with you. Patrick 
Stephens, professional musician, and teacher extraordinaire. You have some 
interesting techniques, don’t you, son?”
I looked away in shame.
He continued.
“I checked you out, Patrick, the first day you were here. I know where you 
live, what you do, where you play. Do you realize the damage I could do to 
your career if I wanted? The way I look at it, you owe me. You’ve taken my 
wife, filled her with your seed. How do you feel about that, Patrick?”
I looked at him directly, feeling a twinge of uncomfortable anger. I thought 
about telling him that Renee’ had completely seduced me, but as I considered 
this, I glanced at her. She was a quivering mess, tears streaming down her 
face, and I felt a wave of compassion for her.
“Look, Sam. It’s obvious that you and Renee’ are having problems, so why 
don’t you just let me back out and I won’t bother either of you any more.”
Sam stared at both of us for a long time, not talking, just shaking his 
head, an angry, tight- lipped expression on his face. To say that I was 
embarrassed and scared, sitting there in the raw would be a dramatic 
understatement!
Gradually, a change seemed to overtake him. Sam broke his gaze, and lowered 
his head into his hands in a seeming gesture of resignation. I took this 
opportunity to glance at Renee. She was still crying, her eyes red and 
swollen, and her whole body quivering with fear. I felt another wave of pity 
for her. My eyes fell to her body, and focused on her heaving breasts. For a 
fleeting second I forgot about the situation and admired their shape; the 
protruding nipples, the large, dark areoles around them, and the perfect, 
pear shaped firmness that was rare in a woman her age.
What was I thinking?
I turned my gaze from them and focused on the dark form of Sam, who still 
sat there motionless, his head still buried in his hands. After a few 
minutes, he raised his head and stared directly into my eyes, and began to 
talk in a low voice.
“She’s good, isn’t she, Patrick.”
“What?” I said, incredulous.
“She’s good. A good fuck.”
“Sam, please.” I said.
“Just admit it. She’s hot.”
“SAM!” Renee cried. “Stop it!”
He continued his voice an even monotone.
“Is his cock better than mine, Renee?”
She started to cry audibly.
“Patrick, I want you to do something for me. Slide over to her.”
“Sam,” I protested.
“Do it now.”
The way that he said this scared me even more. I slowly slid over toward 
Renee, my bare buttocks squeaking on the vinyl material of the couch.
“Put your hand on her leg. Feel that soft skin. Do it now.”
I looked at Renee and our eyes met. We could see the fear and confusion in 
each other’s eyes. She almost imperceptibly shook her head as if telling me 
to do as he said. I hesitated, then reluctantly reached out and place my 
open hand on the tender skin of her leg.
Sam continued with his instructions.
“Spread her knees apart.”
I placed my hand on the inside of her leg and gently pulled it toward me. 
Renee spread both legs apart. I could feel her trembling.
“Touch her pussy, Patrick. I know you want to. Stroke it.”
I looked at Sam hard, trying to see any indication of what was going on in 
this unpredictable man’s mind. He just glared back at me, that same stern 
expression on his face. I slowly moved my hand along the soft flesh of her 
legs and encountered her soft pubic hair. I noticed that it was still damp 
from our earlier love -making. I placed my fingers flat across her opening 
and began to stroke her slowly, up and down. I heard a small, almost 
inaudible sigh come from her soft lips, and she slid her ass out more on the 
couch, affording me better access.
What the hell am I doing?
I heard a sound come from Sam. I turned my head to him, and found him 
unfastening his pants. He opened them and raised his ass up off the chair, 
sliding them down to his thighs. His hard cock bounced out and jutted 
straight up angrily. He stared at us, a strange expression on his face, and 
wrapped his fingers around it. He slowly started to massage it, up and down. 
I then made the obvious observation that this situation had just taken a 
very strange turn indeed.
He’s being turned on by this!
I turned my head away from this bizarre sight, and looked at Renee. I 
continued to stroke her pussy more firmly now, and could feel her wetness 
increasing. I started to feel hot and prickly, the blood rushing to my face, 
my cock feeling a very familiar twitch of arousal.
“Patrick, I want you to get on your knees and eat my wife’s pussy. Do it 
now.”
I looked at him sharply. Sam was stroking himself, his hand gripping his 
hardness, the bulbous, swollen head showing prominently above his fingers. I 
knew from his expression that there was no turning back now, that I was 
forced to do exactly as he said, so I slid to the floor on my knees in front 
of Renee. I pushed her long legs further apart, bending her knees back. I 
placed both hands on her thighs and pulled her torso further out on the 
couch. I bent my head down and extended my tongue to her soft, wet pubic 
hair. I found her pussy lips and pushed my probing tongue in between them, 
parting them. I heard her emit a gasp of pleasure.
Oh, I love this taste so much.
I felt her body involuntarily spasm as my tongue searched her moist 
womanhood. Throwing all caution to the winds, I began to run my hands over 
her thighs, pushing my head further in between her legs and inhaling the 
musty scent of her pussy. I heard a noise from behind me, and was soon aware 
that Sam was now standing there over us. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he 
was there. I could hear the sounds of his masturbation, the soft slapping 
sound of his hand manipulating his hardness.
“She tastes good, doesn’t she, Patrick. Renee has a nice warm, wet pussy. I 
haven’t shared her with another man, but you have forced my hand, so I am 
going to enjoy this. You and I are going to give this little slut what she 
craves for!”
I was becoming very aroused now. The stress of the day’s events seemed to 
have sharpened all of my senses to peak level. My cock was as hard as a 
rock, sticking straight out there between my legs. Renee shifted her body 
slightly forward on the couch. I looked up for a moment, and saw that she 
had taken Sam’s prick into her hands, and was licking the head. She licked 
it all over once like a lollipop, every so often pulling her head away a few 
inches to blow on it softly. As she did this, I saw a little ribbon of 
pre-cum hanging between the tip of its purple head and her sweet lips. She 
then took the entire head into her mouth and began to suck it.
I felt the gooseflesh on her skin as she shivered with pleasure at the 
ministrations of my tongue on her clit. She moaned softly, making a humming 
sound as Sam slid his cock in and out of her mouth. I felt faint at this 
sight, the arousal almost overtaking me completely. For the first time I 
realized that, Sam was completely naked. Renee reached up with her free hand 
and gently cupped his swollen scrotum, kneading it slowly as she sucked, 
playing with his balls.
Sam groaned with pleasure.
“Patrick, stand up here. She needs to suck us both.”
I slowly raised myself to a standing position next to him, my hard cock 
sticking straight out and bumping against Renee’s swollen cheek. She removed 
her hand from Sam’s balls and wrapped it around my swollen member. As she 
slowly slid the loose skin back and forth, I closed my eyes and moaned. She 
then released his cock from her mouth and moved her head to mine, licking 
the end of it up and down in a rapid motion. She looked up at me, and I 
could see that, for the moment her fear had dissipated, replaced by the 
absolute lust of the moment. I saw passionate desire in those eyes, and I 
started to feel it, too. She parted her lips and took my cock into her wet, 
warm mouth. I closed my eyes, and pushed my hips forward. I heard her choke 
slightly as she took it all the way into her throat, so I pulled back 
slightly. I placed my hands on her head and stroked her soft hair as her 
mouth sent me to paradise. I knew that I was close to Cumming, so I stopped 
rocking back and forth. She looked up at me with those eyes, and I could see 
that she understood. She pulled her head back, freeing my glistening wet 
cock from her mouth.
“Ahh, Patrick,” Sam said, “I think I know what little Renee wants now.”
At this, she looked down, as if ashamed of her own arousal. Sam took hold of 
her arm, and gently pulled her up to a standing position. She would not look 
at him, even as he massaged her erect nipples with his fingers. She looked 
at me, and I did not break the gaze. Our eyes melted together.
Sam continued.
“All right, you little slut. Lay down on the couch, on your back.”
She let herself fall to the couch, at once turning her head to the back 
cushion. She spread her legs wide, one foot up on the couch, one on the 
floor. I looked down at her, and took my swollen member into my hand, 
stroking it at the sexy sight before me. Sam immediately took his place 
between her legs, and began to prod his swollen cock at her opening. Finding 
the wet hole, he slid into her in one motion. She let out a little yell 
almost sounded like pain, and grabbed his forearms with her hands. She 
pushed her torso against him as he quickly began to thrust into her. Sam was 
moaning her name as he fucked her hard, his cock pushing deeper and deeper 
into her depths.
“Yes Renee, you are my little slut. I love fucking you so much, I don’t care 
who’s here. You know whose cock is the best. You know that we were made for 
each other!”
I looked down at them. Part of me wanted to smash Sam in the face for 
talking to her in that manner and part of me wanted to call her names too. 
Part of me wanted to make love to her so sweetly and gently, and part of me 
wanted to fuck her hard, down and dirty like a slut, like Sam was doing 
right at that moment. I was so turned on that I couldn’t resist stroking my 
cock as I watched. He picked her legs up and put them on her shoulders, 
slamming his cock even deeper inside of her. She was growling with 
satisfaction now, his cock sending waves of hot lust through her body. I 
could hear her mumbling an almost inaudible mantra from her lips.
“Fuck me. Yes. Fuck me hard.”
Sam suddenly tensed up, his muscles flexing, his face twisted in a grimace.
“Oh God! I’m Cumming!”
He pulled his long white, shiny prick from her pussy, and moved up on her 
body, over her tummy. He grabbed it, stroking it hard, and aimed it at 
Renee’s breasts. I watched as he shot hot cum all over her beautiful tits. 
He pumped and pumped, shooting load after load on her body. She looked up at 
me, her eyes shining, and smiled as a glob of Sam’s cum hit her cheek.
Sam fell back on the couch, exhausted.
“Oh God, that was so hot.” He said in a near whisper.
He looked up at me.
I suppose you want her now, don’t you? You want your turn at the slut.”
I looked away, not answering.
“Do her from behind. She loves that.  Don’t you, slut?”
She glared at him. “Whatever, Sam.”
“Shut up, slut! “He almost yelled. Get up on your knees. Do it now!”
She looked at him once more, and then quickly turned away. She rolled over 
on the couch, and raised her body up into a kneeling position, her ass up 
high. My erection had not diminished at all, and I was still incredibly 
aroused. The sight of her there in that position made me feel like Cumming, 
right then and there. I moved behind her on the couch and slid my fingers up 
into her wetness. I rubbed her pussy lips and clit, and she rotated her hips 
against my hand. I could almost swear that I heard her purring like a cat. 
She moaned loudly as I slid my hard cock into her in one thrust.
God, I love her so much!
There, I had said it. I knew it then. I had fallen for this woman. I could 
not believe that I was fucking the woman I loved, here on this couch, her 
husband watching, leering at us.
I began my fuck rhythm, sliding in and out of her in long strokes. I 
clutched her ass with my hands as I fucked her, her wet pussy clutching at 
my cock. She met my thrusts perfectly, and we seemed to be totally in synch 
with one another. Minutes that seemed like hours passed, and we became so 
lost in enjoying each other that we lost all track of time. Then, I felt it, 
like a thousand tiny electrical charges taking over my entire body.
“Oh God, Renee! Cum with me!”
We picked up the pace, my hips slamming into her hard, and her breasts 
swinging back and forth.
“Oh God, Patrick! Yes! I’m Cumming!”
I pumped my cock into her relentlessly, and we came together, our juices 
blending in one frenzied explosion of orgasmic euphoria that seemed to last 
forever.
As my orgasm subsided, I pulled my cock from her wetness, and slid it up and 
down her crack, rubbing my semen in between her cheeks and over her crinkled 
asshole. We fell into a heap, clutching each other.
As I regained my senses, I looked around the room for Sam. I saw him lying 
down on a cushion by the pool, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. He 
had fallen asleep! I looked at Renee in disbelief. She returned my look with 
one of cynicism.
“He always does that after sex; he can’t help it. You’d better go now.”
I hurriedly dressed as Renee gathered up my guitar and sheet music, and 
together we walked from the pool deck to the front door. I turned to her, my 
eyes sweeping over her naked, sweaty, cum covered body. I looked into her 
eyes, and almost felt like crying. I knew that this was our last meeting, 
and that Sam had won. She set the guitar down and looked up at me, her eyes 
big and tear-rimmed with sadness.
I then took her into my arms, and held her close to me.
“Goodbye, Patrick.”
“Goodbye, Renee.”
I didn’t say it, but we both knew it. We were in love.
I picked up my instrument, turned, and left quickly, not looking back.

I spent several painful days thinking of her. I could not get her out of my 
mind. I was sick with worry. Had he beaten her? Was she safe? Should I call? 
I paced my apartment, frantic with longing. Then, it happened, a soft 
rapping on the door. I ran to it, not knowing what to expect. I pulled it 
open, and there she was her suitcase by her side, her eyes tear rimmed with 
joy. I took her into my arms. She had come home.


The End
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