Lying on the floor of our upstairs bedroom, I had watched through the screened ventilation port as my dear girlfriend Lila educated her enthusiastic music student Joshua in the parlor below. The instruction was not in playing the clarinet but in the art of sexually satisfying a mature woman.
As Lila writhed, moaned, and did her best to curb the kid's energy while directing him on the art of making love, my gut had churned. I almost vomited. My dick was hard despite that. I was intensely aroused seeing my girl fuck someone, even a punk kid I now hated. If he had tried to take Lila against her will I would have joyfully gone down there and kicked his ass while stomping on his genitals. But I had suppressed that base instinct. It would have only complicated things. Lila had wanted the sex. It was her call. And watching it was also perversely stimulating.
The new lovers had just consummated the lesson and lay together on the couch. Joshua's head was against Lila's shoulder, his face showing a happy, almost euphoric expression. She ran her fingers through his hair, murmuring something that sounded like "Good boy."
Joshua soon rose on his knees, his condom-clad cock exiting her vagina and coming into view again, and immediately collapsed on his back, his legs splaying out, his erection now leaning more than the Tower of Pisa. Lila let go of her legs, which she had raised and pulled back in an extreme fucking position. They landed on either side of Joshua. She bent them and grabbing her knees pulled herself up to a sitting position. She looked down at him. He was grinning.
"Was I okay?" Joshua asked.
"You were fine," she replied softly.
"As good as your boyfriend?" he asked.
"You were fine," she repeated. "I don't compare lovers, or rate them. Everyone brings something different to the table."
I mused that she did not have a large basis for comparison. Joshua was only her third lover, the other two being me and our friend Eli. But while Joshua had shown his inexperience she had certainly performed like a seasoned pro, eagerly sucking and fucking the boy while directing him on how to pleasure her.
She reached out and caressed his chest and face. A wistful look came over her. "Beautiful boy. We shouldn't have done that. It just wasn't right."
"Felt right to me," he beamed. "And you said it was fine," he added, his expression becoming more serious.
"It was fine, in that way," Lila assured him. "More than fine. Wonderful! You're so good-looking and so masculine and passionate. I'm just thinking about complications. Was what we did fair to you or to me and other people we love?" She paused, then went on. "You know, you do need and deserve someone your age, someone you can have a relationship with in public, who you can explore things with and grow with." She paused as her face took on a more serious look. "If people find out we did this there could be problems. Danny and my friends predicted that if we had sex the news would be all over the male portion of the senior class by midnight. Are they right? That would bring me a lot of trouble and could cost my job." She bit her lower lip.
Joshua sat bolt upright. "No! I swear I won't tell anyone, not even my best friend Roger, who thinks you're the hottest teacher ever and would die to do it with you. This will be our secret. I swear!" He seemed almost desperate that she believe him. "And I don't want it to be the only time we do it, either. I love you, Lila!"
She kissed him lightly on the forehead, then looked down at his crotch. "Oh, we have to take care of this," she said.
His penis had gone virtually flaccid, the condom barely attached. It could fall off soon, spilling its considerable contents on the cushions. Even from my far vantage point, the tip of the balloon showed a large white glob. His balls must have been working overtime. Lila suggested he go to the downstairs half-bath, remove it and clean himself. He obediently rose from the couch, holding the wrap to prevent any premature detachment, and exited from my sight.
Lila sat back on the couch, a meditative expression on her beautiful face, then reached for her discarded garments and started to dress.
Despite the tension in my gut, I felt no anger toward her, just disappointment that I was not enough to satisfy her and she had felt the need to fuck a punk kid. I still loved her. She would have to take on the entire football team before that might change.
Joshua soon came back, virtually skipping, his flaccid dick bobbing and swinging freely as if reflecting his joyful emotional state. He held his used rubber, which was tied in a knot against spillage.
"I should take this with me so your boyfriend doesn't see it," he said.
The little prick, I thought.
"Just deposit it in the bathroom trash, Josh," Lila said.
"I thought I might keep it as a souvenir of our first time together, and anyway you don't want your boyfriend to empty the trash and see it," he repeated.
"Danny seeing it is not an issue. I'll have to tell him about this. We don't keep secrets from one another."
"You're going to tell him?" Joshua asked, incredulous. "You just asked me not to say anything to anyone."
She smiled. "Not to anyone else. No third party. It's different with Danny. He and I are extremely close. We're soul mates. Important things like taking another lover have to be disclosed." Her look became serious. "I just hope he won't be too upset or hurt."
That lifted my spirits some.
"If you tell him, he'll probably kill me."
"You don't have to worry about Danny hurting you. He wouldn't hurt anyone I care for."
Joshua frowned, and what he said next showed we were alike in one respect. "Well, I get mad when I think of him shagging you. I feel like punching him."
"Don't you say that," she snapped, her face showing the anger I also felt. He was taken aback. She quickly softened and added in a teacher's voice, "I don't want you to feel that way about Danny. My love for him couldn't be stronger. I love you too, Josh, in another way, but you have to accept my feelings for Danny. Jealousy is cruel as the grave. It has no place with me or anyone I love. That's something that Danny has taught me, and I feel very strongly about it."
"I don't really understand that," he said, shaking his head and sitting down beside her. "I just know that I love you." He paused. "But if I have to share you with him, I will."
He is willing to share her with me, I thought, incredulous. Again, I had the impulse to go down and throw him out, mussing up his pretty looks and kicking his nuts to putty. But Lila's anti-jealousy admonition to the boy worked to suppress that urge. Her words applied to me as well.
"What I'd really like is to just get out of here with you," Josh said intensely. "We can go far away, start over somewhere else. I'm good with cars, totally better than with a clarinet. I can get a job as a mechanic to help support us. You can get another teaching job. I'm pretty good with a guitar. I can get some gigs. We could start a band. We'll..."
