Readers, my first attempt at a Literotica series was interesting and enjoyable! This installment is the final one in Lisa and Tom's story. For those new to the story, I recommend reading the other chapters (and remember, this has cheating wives and smoking fetish themes, so move on if this isn't for you!) For those familiar, thank you all for the feedback and for following me. I am not yet sure what my next adventure here will be, but I very much appreciate your interest and (most of) your comments!
The Saturday afternoon after his encounter with Wendy, Tom Swanson sipped his bourbon slowly and considered the past year. He hadn't yet told his wife Lisa about fucking Wendy but was planning to at dinner that night. The past seven months had been a tremendously eye-opening experience as he learned of Lisa's awakened sexual desires and found his desires as well.
While the thought of Lisa being with other men made him jealous, it also turned him on very much. The image of his librarian like wife and mother contrasted sharply with her increased passion and bad girl smoking habit, greatly appealed to him. He couldn't argue that their sex life had dramatically improved.
It was steak night. Tom enjoyed grilling while they shared a bottle or two of red wine. They laughed and talked about their college-aged kids through dinner, and Tom cleared their dishes and poured more mine.
"That was excellent, hon, "Lisa offered, smiling sweetly. Even though it was Saturday, she still touched up her make up. Her auburn shoulder-length hair, well combed and shiny, framed her cute features, augmented by dark-rimmed round classes. A smoldering librarian for sure. Her full red lips inadvertently made him think about having his hard cock in her mouth...or her mouth around someone else's hard cock. He smiled to himself.
"Thanks, baby," he replied, "I do enjoy our steaks. Not to mention the wine!"
Lisa smiled slyly.
"It is good. So good you may get lucky tonight, mister," she said, sipping her wine. He grinned back.
"That would be perfect, baby. You know you drive me wild," she replied, sipping his wine.
"Maybe break out some toys? Tease you with my adventures?" she coyly responded.
"Mmmm," Tom intoned, "you do have a few adventures to share!"
Lisa's forehead wrinkled.
"You know, that's true...you have that stripper story but you haven't had any adventures. I feel bad!" she asserted. Tom shook his head.
"Aww, baby, it's okay, honestly...I like us a couple, I don't mind you've had more experiences. If I'm being honest, I kinda like it," he admitted. She reached over and held his hand.
"You're sweet, honey," she said. It was Tom's turn to have his forehead wrinkle.
"Well, if I'm being honest, maybe I've not been that sweet," he offered, tentatively. Lisa sipped her wine.
"Oh?" she said, smiling "Did you take another trip to the strip club?"
"Not quite...it was....ummmm....a little closer to home," he stammered.
Lisa's eyes crinkled.
"Oh, really?" she asked, "go on."
Tom took a long drink of his wine.
"Well, look, we both know you've been free to explore. And we had that awesome time with Matt during the football game," he began. She nodded.
"And you said that you were all good with that, "she said, a bit forcefully. He assured her with a smile and nod.
"Of course! It as hot and I loved it, too," he said, pausing for a second, "you remember when I had to get the ladder from Matt a couple of weeks ago?"
She nodded. He drank again.
"Well...Matt wasn't home..." he started. Her eyes widened.
"No...fucking.... way," she said slowly. Tom stared at her, thinking she was angry.
"I haven't said anything yet," he stammered again. She looked at him curiously.
"You and Wendy?" she asked incredulously. Tom could only nod. Lisa took a deep drink.
"Oh my god," was all she could say. Tom reacted.
"What the hell. You've done more than me, including fucking Wendy's husband twice!" he exclaimed. Lisa shook her head, laughing.
"No, no, I'm not pissed off," she waved him off, "you don't get it. It's not that you did it. It's that the prude of the neighborhood actually gave it up!"
Tom chortled, almost spitting up his wine.
"It just kind of happened," he offered. He relayed the details and they both laughed out loud when he relayed finding her vibrator. When he finished, a brief silence ensued, and they both sipped more. Wendy looked at him.
"Baby, I need a cigarette after that," Lisa said, rising and going to her purse. She normally smoked outside even during the colder months but Tom didn't stop her. Returning, she sat and pulled out an all-white cigarette and placed it between her full lips. Without missing a beat, she flicked the lighter, brought the flame to the tip, and inhaled deeply. Tom felt a familiar stirring in his groin as she took the smoke in and exhaled to the ceiling.
"Tell me the details again," she commended, taking another drag and looking at him directly. He did. When he finished, she smiled, took another deep drag, and blew her smoke directly at him.
"Wow," she said, "the cheerleader prude fucked around on her husband. Amazing."
"You sound mad," Tom offered. Lisa took another drag.
"Not at all, hon. I'm just actually shocked she fucked anything. Matt kind of implied she was a royal prude and wasn't into anything," she said.
"So you are okay with all of this?" he asked. She nodded.
"Honey, I'm fine -- I'm glad you go to experience your own fun. Did you like it?" she asked. Tom hesitated.
"Stop, you goofball. Sure I'm a bit jealous but we've agreed to be more open. So, it's fine. I'm just curious," she assured him. Tom gauged her face carefully before answering.
"I did like it. I mean, you're beautiful, she was just different," he said.
"I get that. Now you know how I feel when I have another man. I love you and your cock but I especially love that you and I can share this openness." Lisa took her final deep drag and stubbed her cigarette out. Tom reached for her hand.
"Me too, baby," he smiled.
"I just can't believe she actually cheated on Matt -- she comes across as such an ice queen prude. Don't get me wrong, we're friends and all but it's just so uncharacteristic."
"You two could not be more different. You are curvy, brunette, and adorable in a hot librarian sort of way," Tom said. Lisa interrupted.
"Yeah, yeah, she's the typical cute cheerleader who gave blue balls to the star quarterback," she said, laughing. Tom laughed with her. Lisa stood, held out her hand, and said,
"I want to hear every detail again. In bed with you. Now."
Tom followed her, eyes following her full ass as she walked into the bedroom. It was going to be a fine night.
One weeknight the following week found Lisa putting in a robust dish of chicken parmesan in the oven while she waited for Tom to come home. She poured a hefty glass of red wine, took a sip, and the doorbell rang. Hmmm, no packages were expected, she thought, putting the glass down and heading to the front door. Opening it, she smiled broadly at her neighbor (and recent lover) Matt.
"Hey, Matt!" Lisa exclaimed, throwing her arms around him in a big hug. He returned it with a big smile.
"Hey, Lisa," he replied, the feel of her body reminding him of the two times they had been intimate. Separating as he entered, Lisa motioned him into the kitchen. She picked up her wine.
"Care for some?" she asked, smiling. He shook his head.
"No, thanks, "he replied, "I was on my home and just wanted to stop by to..."
Lisa saw his hesitation.
"To what?" she said, moving closer and placing one hand on his arm. Her eyes twinkled with the memory of their prior passion and she smiled seductively. Matt looked away nervously.
"Umm...it's not like that," he stammered.
"Of course it is baby," she said, pulling him close, her lips finding his as she slid her tongue in his mouth. She kissed him for a moment, then pulled away.
"Now that's an appropriate greeting for buddies," she said. He laughed.
"Oh, so now we are buddies?" he asked in return.
"You know what they say," she replied, drinking her wine. "Friends are friends, pals are pals, and buddies are who you sleep with"
Tom couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, but seriously, I had to stop by to tell you something," he said. Lisa nodded and took another sip. She reached into a drawer and pulled out her cigarettes.
"Maybe I better have one here, this sounds serious," she said, pulling a Marlboro from her pack and inserting it between her full red lips. Matt watched her, feeling a familiar stirring in his groin as he thought how much her lips around the tip of the cigarette looked like how she sucked his cock.
"Damn, Tom lets you smoke in the house? Wendy would be so pissed if I did," he asked. Lisa, lighting her cigarette and taking a deep drag, exhaled towards the ceiling.
"Lets me? Hardly. I do what I want," she smiles, offering him a fresh cigarette. "Tom and I are partners. I don't do it often because he's not the biggest fan, but it's too frigging cold out there right now."
Tom shrugged, took the offered cigarette as Lisa lit it, and inhaled. It felt relaxing and good. He watched her as she inhaled deeply and couldn't help but think about her lips around his hard cock and her large breasts.
"So...," Lisa offered, taking another leisurely drag knowing the effect it was having on him, "what did you need to talk about?" She exhaled, looking directly into his eyes. He took his own deep drag and exhaled.
"Wendy wants you and Tom to come to dinner on Saturday," he said. Lisa smiled.
"And that's a bad thing? We're all friends, right?" she said, pausing, then raising her well-manicured fingers to her lips to take another slow drag. Matt's cock twitched, still thinking about her lips around his cock but fighting to maintain composure.
"Umm, yes, but you know she has no idea about you and me...or the three of us...," Matt stammered. Lisa waved him off, her cigarette hand weaving a halo of smoke around her face.
"Whatever. Tom and I are great. What you and Wendy work out is between yourself, we're not ratting you out or wanting to interfere." She looked at him, paused, and raised the cigarette to her lips, clearly knowing his desire.
"I get that," he said, "and I'm good with it. She's just such a prude at times and wouldn't even understand this kind of thing." Lisa smile wryly.
"Seriously? I get she acts like a prude, but I'm here to tell you she's not THAT much of a prude," she commented, taking another sip of wine. Instantly, she regretted it, wondering if she gave away too much. Matt noticed.
"What do you mean?" he asked. Lisa paused, looked at her burning cigarette, then raised it to her lips again. She inhaled deeply and exhaled to the ceiling.
"How much do you guys talk? I mean, Tom knew about all of my adventures shortly after they happened. Communication is key, right? To be fair, I wasn't immediately forthcoming about our adventure, but ultimately shared it and it was okay. Even better than okay. Has she shared anything about her desires with you?"
"What do you mean?" Matt asked again, taking another drag. Lisa hesitated, took a sip of wine, and looked at him. She raised the almost finished cigarette to her lips and inhaled deeply, her red lips pursing around the filter and taking in the nicotine. She exhaled slowly.
"I mean...has she been honest about her desires...and activities...with you?" she asked, tentatively. Matt's eyes narrowed.
"What do you mean?" he asked, yet again.
"Well," Lisa started, "have you told her about us? How I sucked your cock and fucked you and Tom during the football game?" Matt shook his head violently.
"Hell, no," he said, "she wouldn't get it at all." Lisa stubbed out her cigarette and reached for his. She took a final drag and stubbed his out as well. Exhaling smoke in his direction, she moved closer to him. She took his hands in hers and kissed him softly on his lips.
"I know. But maybe you should ask her about her recent connection with Tom," she said. She cut off his response with a deep tongue kiss. Matt, confused, couldn't help but return her aggressive tongue while he puzzled through what she was saying. Lisa lowered her hand and stroked his growing bulge. Breaking the kiss, but still maintaining the grip on his cock, she murmured,
"She's not such a prude. Tom fucked her when he went to get the ladder. You remember that day, you were at work." She sank her tongue deep in his mouth and squeezed his cock harder. Matt couldn't speak.
Between kisses, Lisa summarized Tom's description at a high level. Matt looked shocked.
"Hey, don't be mad. She's just like you...just like me...we have our needs. We just need the opening to explore, just like you did with me." With that, Lisa dropped to her knees, unbuckled his pants, and dropped them to the floor. Matt looked down at this librarian auburn-haired beauty, feeling his hardness grow to maximum proportions. Lisa pulled out his cock and immediately engulfed it, her right hand feeling his balls and her left grabbing his ass cheek. He tried to push her away, trying to deal with the news. Lisa took her mouth off his cock and stared up at him, her right hand still gripping his hard cock.
"Matt, don't even," Lisa said, cocking her head, eyebrow raised, "you can't even get pissed off after what you've been doing." Matt looked annoyed. Lisa smiled and released her grip from his cock.
"Look, you can get pissed about your wife fucking Tom or you can think about Tom being okay with his wife sucking you off and fucking you. And this hard dick tells me you aren't exactly THAT pissed off," she smiled wryly. Matt closed his eyes, mind swirling. Lisa reached up again and licked the head of his semi-hard cock.
"Mmmmm. I do love sucking this hard cock," she said, taking the shaft deep into her mouth. He moaned and threw his head back, his swirling thoughts receding.
"Tom didn't know watching me suck cock would be hot," she said, between sucks, "he discovered something new about himself." Lisa's right hand cupped his tight balls and her lips slid down his shaft. Matt moaned, his hand reaching down to guide her head as he slowly started fucking her mouth. A brief image of his wife flared through his consciousness but was quickly overwhelmed by Lisa's adept mouth licking his head. She got quickly into a rhythm as Matt moved and thrusted faster.
Placing his other hand on her head, he looked down to see his cock plunging in and out of his friend's wife's mouth. God, she does look hot...and if her husband took my wife, it's only even for me to take his again, he thought, the idea of her wanting his cock so much, sucking it in her kitchen, drove him crazy. His hands gripped her hair more tightly. Damn, Lisa thought, he's getting a bit rough. She found she liked it and focused on her rhythm, feeling the dampness between her legs grow.
Matt felt his orgasm rising and, as it neared its rushing peak, his left hand pulled back on her hair, tilting her head up as his right hand gripped his rock hard cock. With two quick strokes, Matt threw back his head and exploded, the first stream arcing out over Lisa's chin, nose, and forehead, landing a stream of warm cum in a line across her face, nearly hitting the refrigerator behind her. Two more streams, then a third, less powerful, spilled out on her lips and glasses.
Lisa half-opened her mouth, taking a few drops on her tongue, as Matt slowly stopped stroking. Looking down, he rubbed his cock head on her red lips and Lisa obligingly cleaned it off with a few quick swirls of her tongue.
"Fuck," was all he could say. Lisa smiled, finished licking his cock, and stood, face streaked with cum.
"Damn, Matt, you got me good," she said laughing. Taking off her glasses, she laid them on the counter and walked to the sink, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with warm water.
"Plus you did a job on my makeup," she laughed.
"Sorry," he offered, still coming down from the high, and putting his semi-hard cock back in his pants. She turned to him, smiling.
"Don't be silly. It was hot," she said. She walked over to him and kissed him fully on the lips. Taking his hands in hers, she looked into his eyes.
"Play this how you want to -- Tom and I chose to open things up and share our desires. You and Wendy can do whatever you want. Talk about it, ignore it, it's all good. It doesn't mean you guys aren't a great couple. We are all friends and we love you guys."
Matt nodded, a mixture of relief and concern over exactly how this would go down with Wendy if it did. But he wasn't sure keeping it a complete secret was a great idea. Something to figure out. Wendy walked Matt out, kissed him again, saying with a grin,
"See you Saturday!"
When Tom arrived home, Lisa filled him in on the news. His reaction was pretty much the same as Lisa's -- they both weren't sure what to expect but were confident that the two of them weren't going to raise the issue. It was best for Matt and Wendy to figure it out, to let the chips fall where they may. The general thought was it was just going to be a friendly dinner, mainly because Matt and Wendy simply weren't as far along the expanding horizons journey as the two of them.
The following Saturday came quickly, along with a brutal cold spell that dropped temperatures below freezing. Tom walked into the bedroom as Lisa was putting the finishing touches on her dinner outfit.
"Whoa," he said, seeing her in a well-fitted thigh high dark skirt, leather boots, and burgundy, low-cut blouse that nicely accentuated her robust cleavage. Her makeup was impeccable. She turned and smiled.
"What, do you like what you see?" she smiled, kissing his cheek.
"We're usually doing jeans at their house," he replied, laughing.
"Thought I'd spice things up. Wendy's always dressed to the nines, so let's see if she can deal."
"Oh, a bit of competition here?" he asked. She shook her head.
"Not really, more like give our nervous Matt something to stay focused on," she laughed again. They finished getting ready, put on their parkas, grabbed the two bottles of wine, and walked up the street.
Arriving at the Carlyle's quickly, Tom was curious how Wendy would react in his presence since they hadn't seen each other. Lisa seemed natural around Matt, like a best friend, but Tom wasn't sure Wendy's personality was so easy going. Guess we'll see, he thought. The door was quickly opened widely by a smiling Wendy, dressed in a knee-length blue skirt and matching patterned blouse top, her hazel eyes accented by flawless makeup and delicate lipstick. Her long blonde hair, nearly reaching her waist, was perfectly styled, framing her slender features nicely. Matt appeared behind here as they entered.
"Well, look at you, Lisa, what a beautiful skirt," Wendy offered with a smile, as Matt took the wine. Lisa hugged her and the four of them exchanged hugs.
"Thank you -- I know we are normally casual, but you always look gorgeous, so I thought I'd try to keep up," she replied. Tom noticed that Wendy almost blushed.
"You're so sweet. This is just some thing I threw on," Wendy replied, motioning them into the large family room, nicely equipped with a bar. Matt poured them drinks, bourbon for the guys, and white wine for the ladies. Tom sat in one of the plush easy chairs, an inner smile arising as he glanced around the room where he and Wendy had fucked. They fell into an easy conversation, Lisa and Tom glancing at each other, almost telepathically noting that everything seemed normal. But had they talked or was everything still a mystery?