Psychology Tutor Loving Wives

We are a somewhat older couple. My wife, Joanne, recently turned 50 and I am 56. We’ve been married for nearly 30 years and have two grown children. She had quit her job a couple of years back to take care of her aging mother. When her mother died, Joanne became bored and was looking for something to occupy her time. So, one day she told me that she was going to put her psychology degree to some good use and provide tutorial services to students taking psychology courses at the local college.

She met with all the psych professors, discussed their courses for the upcoming semester, and obtained copies of their syllabi, handouts, and textbooks. The professors were all cordial and were willing to make it known to their students that her services were available.

We also set up the middle of our upstairs bedrooms as an office/study room. There was a desk with monitor and laptop in the rear left corner of the room and a round wooden table in the center that could comfortably seat four. We also put a loveseat against the wall opposite the desk. The stage was set for what would turn out to be a lucrative second career for Joanne.

About two weeks after the semester started, Joanne started getting requests for tutoring assistance. One of the courses that first semester was Psych 215, Human uality, and she received text messages from two students in that course requesting tutoring, Chad and Cal, and she set up early evening appointments. I would always stay out of the way, usually hanging out in our bedroom watching a movie or reading.

I was on our bed reading when Chad arrived for the first evening appointment at 7:00. He was a wellbuilt young man with rugged good looks, likely an athlete. His hair was short, dirty blond and he wore a tight fit tshirt, tucked into a pair of loose fitting, kneelength shorts, and loafers without any socks. I paid little mind to what transpired, until I noticed he left at about 7:20, well short of the normal hourlong session. As soon as he pulled away in his rubyred convertible Miata, Joanne came into the bedroom.

“You’re not going to believe this,” she said, “Chad wants me to teach him how to be a better lover.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked. “You’re tutoring Psych courses. How did he come to make a request like that?”

“Well, he’s taking “Human uality” and the topic yesterday was penis size. The class discussion ended up in a debate about whether penis size mattered in ual performance. Apparently, he has a smaller than average penis, has suffered with an inferiority complex about it since high school, and wants to know how to perform in such a way to make a woman happy.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I told him that was outside the scope of my tutoring duties.”

“Well if it’s causing him psychological distress, doesn’t that make it fall within your duties?”

“No, that would be for a therapist, not a tutor.”

“Is he attractive?” I asked.

“What difference does that make?”

“I’m just wondering if his problem is more with his looks than his penis size. I mean a woman has to be attracted to him, right? The penis issue comes later.”

She looked at me as she contemplated her response, then said, “I think most women would find him attractive.”

To me that was code for “He’s a hunk.”

“Okay,” I said, “then teach the poor boy. Help him be a good lover.”

“The only way to do that is to give him pointers, preferably while he’s engaging in the act of ual intercourse. He said he doesn’t have a girlfriend, so how am I supposed to teach him?”

I just grinned at her. It took a few seconds, but she quickly caught on, remembering our fantasy talks where we imagined another man watching us have in a public place and somehow joining in. I even admitted that I wanted to watch her have with another man. “Oh no,” she said. “I know your dirty little mind. I’m not going to have with him. Besides, how would you get to watch? I couldn’t very well tell him, ‘Yeah, I’ll teach you how to be a good lover, as long as my husband can watch you fuck me.'”

“Okay, okay,” I responded, “just take some time to think about it. I know you find him attractive, and he could use a confidence boost. Think about his youth and stamina. You might even enjoy the experience, huh? In an ideal world, yes, I would like to watch, but even if I can’t…,” I walked up to her, took her left hand, and placed it on my crotch. “…I’m still turned on by the prospect of you having with another guy. You can tell me all the details later.”

She looked at me with a weird mixture of confusion and mirth. “You are a pervert, you know that?”

“Yes, and you are a hot woman who deserves lots of ual satisfaction.”

“Which you provide nicely,” she added. Then she rubbed my erection through my shorts. “Are you really hard because you’re imagining me having with this youngster?”

“Yes.”

“Pervert,” she said again, smiling, as she pushed me away. “I’ve got to prepare for my appointment with Cal,” she said as she walked from the room.

I lay back on the bed and tried (but failed) to concentrate on my book until about 8:45, when I heard a car door shut outside. I peeked through the curtains to see a white Toyota Corolla parked in our driveway and a short, gangly young man walking up to the house. He had thick brown hair that was swept behind his ears and hung down to his shoulders. He appeared to shuffle rather than walk, with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders hunched forward. A few seconds later the doorbell rang.

There was a brief conversation at the door that I couldn’t hear, but as they ascended the stairs, Joanne said in a tone that emoted a light reprimand, “You’re late young man.”

“Sorry, ma’am. I got caught in traffic due to a sudden rain squall.”

“Well, I guess those things can happen. Come on in and have a seat,” she said as I heard the door click shut.

About fifteen minutes later, I decided to go ahead and get ready for bed, so I brushed my teeth, urinated, washed my hands and face, and went into the walkin closet to get out of my clothes. That’s when I noticed that the wall between the closet and our “office” was so thin that I could hear every word of their conversation as clear as if I were in the room with them.

Joanne: Cal, it’s really pretty simple. Show confidence. Confidence in a man is an aphrodisiac to most women. That doesn’t mean that you need to be overly aggressive or stuck up. Just act as if you believe in yourself. Even if deep down you have doubts, don’t let them show. Then, if you’re as big as you say you are, women will come to you just to experience your big cock. (Silence for a moment) No…Cal stop…I don’t want to…Cal! (Another moment of silence) Oh my! You weren’t kidding. That IS a big penis.

Cal: Nobody believes me, so how do I let all the girls know about it? Besides, according to the class discussion yesterday, size doesn’t really matter if a guy doesn’t know what to do with it. Since I’ve never had , I don’t know what to do. How do I make sure I can please a woman with my penis?

Joanne: I’m not sure what the discussion was in your class but let me assure you that size DOES matter in that a man with a larger penis doesn’t have to work as hard at pleasing a woman. A man with a small penis CAN please a woman, but he will need to work a little harder at it. I can also tell you that it’s not really the sight of a penis that excites women, it’s the anticipation of the pleasure she thinks she will receive. For men, the mere sight of a naked woman can cause an erection. In general, that’s not the case for women.

Cal: So do you anticipate that my penis could give you pleasure?

Joanne: Maybe. But I’m married, so it’s academic. I will say, though, that you have a really nice penis. It’s almost a work of art. (silence for a moment) I don’t suppose…I mean…can I…would it be alright if I just touched it?

Cal: Sure. Go right ahead. (There was a long period of silence) Oh wow. That felt really good.

Joanne (cleared her throat): I really shouldn’t have done that. You were leaking and it was just an impulse to lick up your precum.

Cal: How do I taste?

Joanne: Good. (Another brief silence) Look, I probably shouldn’t do this, but I…well…I don’t suppose it’s really cheating if I only used my mouth. May I?

Cal: Please!

There were now a few minutes of no talking, only the occasional moan from Cal and some slurping sounds.

Cal: Um, Mrs B? Would you mind taking your clothes off?

Joanne: Well…Um…I suppose that’s only fair. (Silence for a few moments)

Cal: Wow. You look amazing.

Joanne: Holy cow! Are you actually getting harder?

Cal: Would it be cheating if I rubbed my cock against your pussy without pushing it inside?

Joanne: I don’t know about that Cal. I think we’ve pushed the boundaries pretty far as it is.

Cal: Please. Wouldn’t it be the same as the blow job you’ve already been giving me?

Joanne: It’s hard to argue with your logic. In for a penny, in for a pound as they say in the old country. Go ahead. Just rub the shaft up and down my vagina. I’m probably wet enough for you to slide easily. (Silence for a moment). I can’t believe I’m doing this. (Silence for another moment). Mmmmmmm. That feels nice.

Cal said nothing for a while, but I could hear his occasional moan. Then: I’m going to cum soon. Where do you want it?

Joanne: Cumnme!

What did I just hear? Did she say “cum IN me” or “cumONme”?

Joanne: Oh My Gawd!!…No!!…Cal!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! [Cal began grunting] What are you doing?…Stop!…Pull out!! [Cal’s grunting stops] Get the fuck off of me you little bastard! You just came inside me! I told you to just rub up and down my pussy! Goddammit! Now I cheated on my husband!

Cal: I’m sorry! I thought you said to cum IN you, so I did.

Joanne: I said cum ON me! ON me!! Get your clothes on and get out!

There was more silence before I heard the footsteps going out. I rushed to our bedroom door and heard Cal running down the stairs, out the front door, and the door slam shut behind him. I went and looked out the window in time to see him get in his car, start it up, back out of the driveway, and gun it up the road and out of sight.

I walked out of our bedroom and into the office. I was completely naked, and my cock was at full attention when I entered the room. Joanne was sitting on the love seat with her elbows resting on her bare knees and her head resting in her hands. Her clothes were in a heap on the floor. She was sobbing softly and had not noticed me.

I sat down beside her, which startled her. Then she reached over and hugged me close, resting her head on my shoulder. “Oh gawd!” She blubbered. “I’m soooooo sorry! I didn’t mean to cheat on you! Everything just got out of hand so quickly! Please, please forgive me, Jim! It wasn’t supposed to happen! I don’t want anybody else. I just want you!”

I took her head gently in my hands and looked her in the eyes. “Several things I want to say,” I began. “First, I love you more than words can say, and I always will. Second, only a couple of hours ago I was encouraging you to have with Chad, so the fact that Cal fucked you does not bother me at all. Third, I DO mind if other men do not honor the boundaries you set. If Cal entered you without your permission, then that’s technically rape. However, I heard what was said through the closet wall, which is very thin, and the fact is that Cal is correct. When you asked him to cum on you, it sounded like you said, “cum IN me.”

Joanne didn’t say anything at first. She just stared at me with a look of disbelief on her face. Then she said, “You heard everything?”

“I heard everything from the time that Cal showed you his cock.”

“And you didn’t want to stop it?”

I placed her hand on my erection as I answered, “why would I want to stop it? I was more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.” I looked down and could see cum matting her pubic hair and running down onto the love seat. “Tell you what, why don’t you assume the same position that you were in with Cal?”

I stood up as she looked at me quizzically. Slowly, she slid her ass up to about the midpoint of the love seat and lay her head back on the arm. Her pussy was coated with gooey cum. Before she could react, I took my erection in my hand, guided the tip of my cock to her cum soaked pussy, and pushed it in to the hilt. She gasped and threw her head back. I put my hands on her back just below her shoulders and started her hard. Her pussy was slick but still tight.

“Are…umph…you…ugh…sure…uh…you want…uh…to make…umph…love…uh…to me?

“I’m not making love to you, dear,” I said as I rammed her hard. “I’m reclaiming you by you like you deserve and desire.”

There were no more words spoken until I was on the verge of exploding inside her. “I’m cumming!” I yelled out and moments later a torrent of semen erupted inside my beautiful wife’s sloppy, used pussy. At the moment my second spurt shot out, Joanne grabbed my ass and pulled me as hard as she could, screaming as a massive orgasm surged through her body.

Once our mutual orgasms subsided, we lay exhausted in the same position until my softening cock slid out with an audible plop. I gingerly raised myself up to a sitting position and saw a huge pool of semen puddled on the love seat cushion in front of Joanne’s ass.

“Wow,” I finally said. “I think that was the most intense we’ve ever had.”

Joanne giggled. “So, I take it you’re not mad at me for letting things get out of hand with Cal.”

“Hah! I think I’ve shown you what I think of your actions. I’m willing to show you again and again, if you like.”

“Maybe you’ve been on to something all along and I just didn’t want to see it. I guess I didn’t want to be thought of as a ‘slut’ or ‘whore,’ but I do like the idea of casual . To be truthful, it kinda turns me on.”

I stood up, swept her up into my arms, and kissed her firmly on her mouth; the same mouth that only a little while before, was slobbering on another man’s cock. Then as I carried her into our bedroom I said, “It turns me on, too.”

I laid her gently on the bed and got a wet washcloth to clean her up. As I wiped the cum from her pussy, I said, “Now, you really need to call Cal and apologize for the misunderstanding. Maybe you should invite him back for dinner soon, so you can show him properly how to fuck a woman. Oh and you need to teach Chad, too.”

Joanne looked at me with a satisfied grin on her face and said, “I think I’m going to like this tutor gig more than I anticipated. Good pay and loads of fringe benefits.”

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