A Wild Summer Serving a Trophy Wife's Many Naughty Needs - Part 8

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"Lucas, come in."

It was unusual to see Mr. Bannister home in the middle of the day, which was why Lucas froze for a few moments. He stepped through the door and into the house, though. "Is Mrs. Bannister here?" he asked in a voice brimming with the nervousness he felt.

"Of course, of course. She's just a bit late getting ready today."

They walked through the foyer and into the kitchen, Lucas with his equipment bag slung over his shoulder.

"So, Lucas, any luck with the ladies this summer?" Mr. Bannister asked before opening the fridge and pulling out a beer.

"Uh...yeah, I'm dating Sarah, from the club. She tends bar."

Mr. Bannister's eyebrows show up. "Good for you. She's a beautiful girl."

There was something in his voice that put Lucas off. He didn't see Mr. Bannister as a threat to his relationship with Sarah, but he didn't love the idea that the man standing in front of him had lasciviously appraised the girl he was dating.

"Yes, very much so," Lucas replied.

"Have you gotten lucky yet?"

Lucas was taken aback. "Uh, sorry, what do you mean?"

Mr. Bannister took a long sip of his beer, set it on the countertop, and asked, "Have you fucked her yet?"

There was a hint of malevolence in his voice, as if Mr. Bannister was purposefully trying to push Lucas's buttons. He panicked at the idea that Mrs. Bannister - Grace, as she insisted he call her - had revealed that she and Lucas had indulged in a variety of sexual activities as part of the tennis lessons he'd been giving her.

"I'd rather not answer that question if it's all the same to you," he replied, though he couldn't hold Mr. Bannister's gaze while he said it.

"And if I said it wasn't?"

Lucas looked up and saw a hint of fire in Mr. Bannister's eyes. He felt as though he understood why the man standing in front of him was so successful, why he had a reputation as a ruthless negotiator. Mr. Bannister was clearly immune to the discomfort that most people felt when it came to conflict. In fact, it seemed entirely possible that he was thrilled by it, that he enjoyed pushing people into uncomfortable corners until he got what he wanted.

"That would be your problem, I suppose," Lucas said.

"I could make it your problem."

Lucas was missing something. He had to have been. Why else would Mr. Bannister be acting like such an asshole?

"Robert, darling, are you having a little fun with young Lucas?" Grace asked as she swept into the room in a pleated tennis skirt and a tight white tank top. She gave her husband a kiss on the cheek, snagged the beer bottle from him, and took a quick sip before setting it back on the counter. "Is he bothering you, Lucas?"

"Oh, no, of course not," Lucas replied, though that wasn't even close to the truth. He was so relieved at Grace's presence that there seemed to be very little reason to even approach telling the truth.

Mr. Bannister put an arm around Grace and pulled her close as he stared at Lucas. He offered what struck Lucas as the least happy-seeming smile ever and then ran his hand down Grace's back, flipped up her skirt, and grabbed a handful of her ass.

"Honey, not in front of Lucas," she said.

Mr. Bannister looked at his wife and kissed her. She seemed disinterested in returning his kiss, but he kept a tight grip on her ass and his lips pressed against hers, doing so until she opened her mouth, until she pressed her body more firmly against his, until she welcomed his advance. Her hand moved to his chest and then snaked around the back of his neck. He moved his hand into her panties and grabbed her bare ass, kneading it while Lucas stood and watched with both discomfort and a touch of arousal coursing through him.

As the kiss ended, Mr. Bannister turned his attention to Lucas and smiled once more, though this time he seemed happy. "You're young, Lucas, so you don't yet understand that it takes more than charm and good looks to keep a woman like Sarah happy. It takes drive. It takes hard work. It takes success. It takes a willingness to sacrifice to achieve the things you want in life, because no woman worth a damn is interested in committing herself to a man who can't manage to scrape together a halfway decent career and a good salary."

It seemed clear to Lucas that Mr. Bannister was espousing a deeply-flawed relationship philosophy, but he was in no position to argue, especially since the air still crackled with inexplicable tension.

"He's young, honey," Grace said, "and you know very well that young men have to make mistakes before they can truly learn anything."

Mr. Bannister shifted his wife's body until he was standing behind her. He looked at Lucas and grasped Grace's breasts hard. One of his hands then moved down her stomach and between her legs. He lifted her pleated skirt and pushed his fingers into her white cotton panties.

"Robert...please," she said softly.

Lucas heard the wetness. It was unmistakable. Grace was turned on. Lucas wasn't sure why, but he knew that a woman wasn't that wet unless she was genuinely aroused.

"You're mine," Mr. Bannister whispered.

Grace closed her eyes and moaned softly. "Yes, I am."

Lucas was tempted to walk away, to abandon tennis lessons entirely, to go back to the country club and to the normal version of his life he'd been living before he accepted the task of teaching Mrs. Bannister. He remained still, though, in part because Mr. Bannister clearly wanted him to see what was unfolding in their kitchen and in part because he was more turned on than he'd expected.

"Show me that you're mine," Mr. Bannister said.

He pulled his fingers from Grace's panties and she grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to her mouth. She stared at Lucas while sucking on her husband's fingers. Then, to Lucas's surprise, Grace spun around and dropped to her knees in front of her husband. She lowered his shorts and underwear and took his cock in her mouth.

Lucas couldn't see it - Grace's head was blocking his view - but the sound of a blowjob was distinct.

"That's it," Mr. Bannister said as he put a hand on the back of his wife's head. "Suck my cock, Grace. Show me that you know who you belong to. Show me that you know who you're meant to please above all others."

She moaned and Lucas felt his jaw drop. Mr. Bannister seemed to know that his wife enjoyed extracurricular pleasure with other people. It seemed that it was part of their sex life, that Lucas had been invited to witness Mr. Bannister reclaiming his wife in a way that must have turned him on immensely, at least based on the look on his face as he got his cock sucked.

"Don't swallow," Mr. Bannister instructed.

He had an orgasm not long after. Lucas stood and watched while one of the most powerful men in town came in his wife's mouth. Mr. Bannister climaxed while filling the kitchen with the grunts and groans of a man claiming his satisfaction from his willing - and perhaps even eager - wife.

"You know what to do," Mr. Bannister said as he pulled out of her mouth.

Grace stood, turned around, and approached Lucas. It took him a moment to realize that she intended on kissing him and that her mouth was almost certainly full of her husband's cum. He shook his head and tried to back away but he bumped into the countertop and a moment later Grace's lips were against his. Her tongue moved into his mouth and a torrent of her husband's cum followed.

Grace stroked Lucas through his athletic shorts as she fed him another man's cum. She moaned, too, and he found himself surrendering to the pleasure that enveloped him.

"Swallow, Lucas," she whispered.

He swallowed. The cum burned going down his throat, though the humiliation of having swallowed Mr. Bannister’s semen while he watched was a great deal more unpleasant than the act itself.

"Don't forget your place, young man," Mr. Bannister warned. "And don't forget just how hard you'll have to work to keep beautiful young Sarah interested. There are better men than you that want her, I can promise you that, and if you disappoint her then she might just turn to one of those men."

With that, Mr. Bannister grabbed his beer, turned, and walked away as Lucas tried to puzzle out if the warning was based in anything real or if Mr. Bannister was merely trying to make him feel small.

"Come, Lucas," Grace said as she took his hand. "We still have a tennis lesson to attend to."

He let her lead him out of the house so they could cross the lawn.

"Sorry about that," she said once they were outside.

"Did he know all along? About...about the stuff we did together?"

"He did. I tell him everything. It's a strange game we play, but it turns us both on. He fucks me better - considerably better - if he's asserting his dominance over me, sexually speaking, and nothing gets him into that place quite like knowing that I've been with another man. He likes the idea that he's bring his cheating wife to heal. I like that I get to have great sex with my husband and with other people. As I'm sure you know, I also like that I get to live this extravagant life because I'm willing to cater to my husband's sexual needs."

That seemed to be the case with all the second wives at the country club. Rich men, it seemed, got bored of fucking their first wives after twenty years - give or take - of marriage.

"I thought you said that he couldn't satisfy you," Lucas said as he remembered one of the first conversations he'd had with Grace. "Earlier this summer when I was working at the pool. I swear you said that he couldn't fuck you the way you need to be fucked."

She smiled. "I lied, Lucas. I'm sorry about that. I wanted to have fun with you and I figured you'd be more likely to play if you thought of me as a lonely wife who wasn't getting what she needed from her husband."

Lucas was stunned at her ability to lie with such ease, though he probably shouldn't have been. Grace was clearly a survivor, the kind of woman that did whatever she needed to do to achieve her goals. Part of him could appreciate that about her, though it served as a reminder that she wasn't worthy of any level of trust.

"Today was not planned," Grace said after a few seconds of silent strolling through the grass. "I'd told him to leave you alone, if I'm being honest, though I suppose that's what propelled him to do what he did today."

"Do you think he's going to try and fuck Sarah?" Lucas asked.

Grace was silent for a handful of steps and Lucas stopped.

"Is he allowed to fuck other people too? Or is that just you?" he asked.

"He's allowed," she said. "He's more confident than he should be about his appeal to younger women, though. Despite what you might believe, most women my age - let alone Sarah's age - aren't interested in fucking an older man, even if he's fabulously wealthy."

"Do you think he'll try and fuck Sarah, though?"

"No, I don't," Grace replied. "But..."

"But what?"

She looked away for a moment. "I think he might feel a little bit threatened by you."

"What? How could that be possible?"

"I like you more than I like most of the guys I fool around with."

The shock must have been evident on his face, at least based on the way Grace smiled at him.

"Not like that, Lucas. I don't want to marry you or anything. You're sweet. You're kind. You're the kind of man I would have been interested in when I was your age. The kind of man I might have wanted to marry - when I was your age - if I hadn't grown up in abject poverty. I did, though, so I chased wealthy men. That's why I don't think you need to worry, though. Sarah likes you because you're a good man."

They resumed walking to the tennis courts and Lucas felt some of his anxiety wash away. It was hard to imagine Sarah would actually be interested in fucking Mr. Bannister. She'd talked of how little she thought of the most of the men at the country club, of how sometimes she found it gross when they flaunted her wealth, though she certainly didn't mind a big tip from time to time.

"How's it going with her, by the way?" Grace asked.

"Good. Really good." They'd been going out for nearly a month by that point and each date seemed a little better than the previous one. They hadn't had sex yet, but Lucas thought it might happen soon.

"Do you make her feel good, Lucas?"

He smiled and nodded. "I do, unless she's faking her orgasms. I don't think she is, though."

"No, I'm sure she's not. Have you had sex yet?"

He shook his head. "I've gone down on her a few times. I've used my fingers, too. She's given me handjobs. It's been really hot. Like, really hot."

Grace took his hand and squeezed it. "Good, Lucas. That's very good. I assume your relationship with her means that you're not interested in making me cum?"

"Oh, uh, well..."

"This is probably unkind of me, but you could fuck me if you wanted. I know I said I'd never let you have me in that way, but today was unexpected and unfair for you, so I'd be willing to let you fuck me in the pool house. In fact, you could fuck me any way you like."

Lucas wanted to have sex with her. Of course he did. Grace was stunningly beautiful and he was young and horny. He couldn't do that to Sarah, though.

"That's a tempting offer, but I can't."

She smiled. "I figured you'd say that and I probably shouldn't have offered. I can't help myself sometimes, though. There's a part of me that craves chaos, clearly. I guess we'll have to stick to an actual tennis lesson today."

Lucas gave the lesson, though he spent most of it in a state of arousal, fighting off his body's desire for the woman on the other side of the net. Grace flashed her tits at him a few times and her pussy once, so she wasn't making it easy on him. He resisted, though, telling himself that only a truly terrible boyfriend would have sex with Grace and go on a date with Sarah later that night, and Lucas didn't want to be a terrible boyfriend.

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"You know, I was kind of worried that restaurant would be stuffy," Sarah said as they stepped onto the sidewalk. Her fingers entwined with his and she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "It wasn't, though. That back patio was so beautiful and the food was so good."

Lucas had made a reservation at one of the nicest restaurants in town. He'd done so after a receiving an especially generous tip at work a few days ago. He'd spent every penny of that tip on dinner, but Sarah had seemed enamored with the experience from start to finish and it had been worth every penny.

"I'm glad you liked it," he said. "You look beautiful in that dress, by the way."

She laughed softly. "You've mentioned it a few times." Her smile was bright and beautiful. She might have been poking fun at him for mentioning the dress too often, but Lucas was certain that she liked that she'd captivated him.

They kissed on the sidewalk. Lucas felt people walking around them, but he didn't care. He was caught up in the pleasure of a great kiss with a girl he had developed remarkably strong feelings for.

"Do you have to be home at a certain time?" she asked.

"No curfew.”

Sarah smiled and took his hand. "Good. I want to take you back to my favorite spot."

They'd driven to the restaurant in separate cars - Sarah had come from work so it made no sense for Lucas to pick her up - and she led him right to her truck. Lucas hopped in and spotted a sizable pile of blankets and a few pillows resting behind her seat.

They shared a quick kiss before she brought the old truck to life, backed out of the space, and wound her way through the streets of their small town. They traveled the same bumpy dirt road - this time with less light as the sun had just passed the horizon - and pulled into her favorite spot by the creek.

Sarah grabbed the blankets from behind her seat, hopped out, and quickly spread them over the truck bed. She met Lucas at the back of the truck and they shared a long, passionate kiss.

"Follow me."

Sarah crawled into the truck bed - offering a lovely view of her upper thighs and a hint of her ass as her dress rode up - and Lucas hopped up and crawled behind her. They settled next to each other and indulged in their mutual desire to make out. Their hands roamed slowly as a chorus of crickets and the occasional frog filled the night air.

Lucas worked the straps of Sarah's dress from her shoulders and slipped a hand into her bra. She moaned as he touched her soft, perfect, perky flesh while an erection raged in his pants. She unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of it before running a hand under the white tee he'd worn underneath. Her fingers danced over his stomach and chest as her tongue swirled in his mouth, her desire seemingly growing alongside his.

Then, out of nowhere, Sarah pulled away.

"Is everything okay?" Lucas asked as he wondered if he'd done something wrong.

She looked out at the stream for a few moments and then met his gaze. "Has Mrs. Bannister tried to fuck you yet?"

He was stunned, though his brain quickly went to work on the wisdom of telling the truth versus the risk of lying. The decision came quickly. "Yes. I said no, though. Why...why did you ask?"

"Apparently, it's not a huge secret that she fucks other people. She kind of has that vibe, which is why I warned you about her early on, but I guess it's more than a vibe, at least according to one of the guys that works bar shifts with me."

Lucas wanted to tell her everything, though he knew that was unwise. "They have a strange relationship. Grace and Mr. Bannister, that is."

"Grace?"

He saw a touch of insecurity in Sarah's eyes and wished he hadn't used Grace's first name. "She insists that I call her that. I think it makes her feel old when someone calls her Mrs. Bannister. I don't know."

"What's strange about their relationship?"

He took a deep breath. "Well, apparently they're both allowed to have sex with other people. When she does it, though, it seems like the point is to get her husband all worked up. She says he likes to reclaim her from the men she's fucked. She says it makes sex with him really hot and that he seems to find way more pleasure in it than a more...I don't know, normal kind of sex."

Lucas thought of the blowjob he'd witnessed that morning. He thought of Grace sharing her husband's cum with him.

"I should stop giving her lessons," he said. "I should just get myself out of that mess."

Sarah moved closer and took his hand in hers. She leaned over and kissed his neck softly. "You should...but I don't think you can, Lucas. Mr. Bannister is not a good man. Not when someone makes him angry, and if Mrs. Bannister was annoyed at you...dumping her, I guess, he might take his vengeance. I've heard stories about him ruining people's businesses, about him hiring a private investigator to dig up someone's secrets and ruin their life, that sort of thing. Maybe you should just stick it out until the tennis tournament."

Lucas turned to her. "Sarah...this morning...he made me watch as Grace gave him a blowjob."

She studied his face like she was trying to tell if he was lying.

"It wasn't until afterwards that she told me about the sex games they play in their marriage, that the blowjob while I watched was part of reclaiming her...or something. I don't really know."

"Lucas, I want you to be honest with me," Sarah began, "have you done anything sexual with Mrs. Bannister?"

He nodded. It was terrifying to do so because Lucas was certain that their relationship would end, but lying to her would have felt terrible and he was fairly certain she would have known.

"What sort of things?"

"I've gone down on her. Fingered her. She's given me handjobs. Some...I guess you'd say kinky stuff."

"Kinky stuff?"

"I watched...I watched her have sex with the pool guy."

Sarah's eyes went wide, but he saw no anger on her face.

"She...used the pool guy's used condom to give me a handjob."

"You've never fucked her, though?"

"No...but...today...after the blowjob..." he couldn't believe he was about to admit to what had happened, "she fed me her husband's cum. She kissed me. She stroked me through my shorts and pushed his cum into my mouth."

Lucas looked away but Sarah rested a hand on the side of his face and directed his gaze back to hers.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I...I'm so sorry."

She moved her body closer, leaving no space between them. "It's okay."

The surprise was evident in his voice as Lucas said, "Really?"

Sarah smiled and straddled him. She leaned down and their lips met for a slow, deep kiss as she rocked her hips back and forth, bringing his cock back to life.

"Grace said...she said that her husband might try and fuck you," Lucas added since he'd already shared everything else.

She laughed. "I guess I can see why he'd try - given that I'm with you and he's a fucking maniac - but I wouldn't fuck him for a million dollars."

Lucas felt a far greater sense of relief than he'd expected. Then a stupid question poured forth from his lips. "Why aren't you breaking up with me?"

Sarah sat back and studied his face. Then, without saying a word, she unhooked her bra and carefully dropped, revealing her utterly perfect breasts. "That's a good question that I don't have an answer to, but I think that sometimes you shouldn’t try to understand attraction and arousal, especially when we're both going back to school in the fall."

Lucas experienced a twinge of sadness at the idea that he'd be going to school far from Sarah - which he quickly ingested as a sign that he liked her a whole lot more than he thought he did - and then her breasts were in his face. He took her nipple into his mouth as a powerful surge of arousal moved through him. His hands moved down her back and he lifted the bottom of her dress and gripped her ass firmly. Sarah rocked in his lap and moaned loudly, her voice joining the chorus of crickets that surrounded them on all sides.

"You really haven't fucked her?" she asked.

"No, I haven't."

Sarah studied his face. "And you really let her jerk you off with another guy's condom?"

He was a little embarrassed to admit it while looking right at her. He nodded, though.

"Did you cum?"

He nodded again.

"Did you cum hard?"

"I did."

She kissed him fiercely and Lucas was surprised that she lowered his zipper and freed his cock while their tongues danced. That surprise, however, was dwarfed by the one that followed as Sarah took him inside her. The sense of warmth and wetness that followed was breathtaking in the most literal sense as Lucas let out an embarrassing array of delighted moans and groans.

"Lucas, have you had sex before?" Sarah asked.

"No. I've done everything else...but I've never had sex."

He felt his face turn red with embarrassment. Sarah washed it away with a soft kiss, though, and then she smiled.

"So you must feel pretty good right now," she said. "Being inside a girl for the first time. That must be amazing."

He laughed. "It really is."

Sarah moved her hips back and forth and Lucas moaned as his body trembled from the stunning pleasure.

"So you've gotten handjobs - obviously since I've given you a few - and you've gotten blowjobs?"

"I have. Not many, but yeah."

Sarah rocked her hips a little faster. "Is it weird that I'm a little jealous of the girls that sucked your dick? That I kind of wish I could be the first girl to give you a blowjob and the first girl to fuck you?"

He shook his head, though Lucas wasn't really thinking clearly. He was too turned on for that.

"I guess I can be a little possessive when I like a guy. Or maybe it's just you I'm possessive of. I don't know, Lucas. You fascinate me, though, and I find myself thinking about you a lot more often than anyone else I've been with."

Her kiss was slow and deep and her pussy moved at the same pace over his cock, sending Lucas into a state of intense desire and pleasure that he wished would never abate.

"I'd like you to cum inside me," she said. "I'm on the pill, so you don't have to worry."

"Okay," he replied breathlessly.

Sarah's lips found his and they kissed deeply once more. This time, though, she began to ride him, her pussy bouncing up and down on his cock.

It felt different. More stimulating. More intense.

His orgasm came soon after. He made noises he'd never heard himself make before. Guttural, almost animalistic noises. Everything else went quiet, though, like the whole world disappeared while he came inside of the first girl he'd ever had sex with.

Sarah was all smiles when Lucas opened his eyes. "Was that good?"

"That was...I mean, good is not nearly strong enough. That was a million times better than good. That was the best thing ever."

"You're going to be obsessed with me now, aren't you?" she asked with a laugh.

"I was already kind of obsessed, actually. You're amazing, Sarah."

She seemed positively joyful and kissed him in that manner. Then she climbed off his cock and sat next to him. Lucas leaned over and kissed her neck as his hand slipped between her legs and worked its way up her inner thigh.

"Can I make you cum?" he asked.

"You can...but I'd prefer it if you did it with your mouth," she said. "You're very good with your mouth, Lucas. You can just lick my clit. You don't have to taste too much of yourself, though you don't seem to mind that."

Lucas knew that most guys had no interest in tasting his cum. He wasn't sure why it didn't bother him - tasting other men's cum didn't either - but he was with a girl that seemed to like it, so he wasn't going to fight it. Instead, he embraced it.

Lucas found his way beneath her legs, laid on his stomach, and went to work on her pussy. He ate plenty of his cum, too, licking it out of her with glee before swallowing it. Most of his attention was on her clit, though, and it wasn't long before she was moaning and groaning just like he'd done and doing so with both her hands on his head as her thighs parted a little wider and shook from what he hoped was an especially potent level of pleasure.

"Kiss me," she said afterwards.

They kissed and she sucked on his tongue like she was trying to taste his load.

"We should hang out for a little while. Then we should have sex again. You'll last longer the second time, I promise."

"That sounds amazing," he replied.

He rolled onto his back next to her and Sarah cuddled tightly against his body as he looked up at the stars, smiled, and felt like he was, without question, the luckiest man in the world.