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"Maybe you are reading your own fantasies into my wife's anger, I get that I can be more appreciative of her intellectual and professional accomplishments, I get it." He was clearly going on the defensive, what man wants to hear that his wife is sexually unsatisfied, especially from a girl younger than his own children. Robin was on dangerous ground, Xavier wasn't inherently violent, but she had definitely struck a nerve. "I can assure you my wife is not sexually unsatisfied." He said with false confidence but did his best to sound convincing about it.

Xavier's head practically snapped in her direction when she asked when was the last time he had gone down on her. "She doesn't really like that." He said, but not with much confidence, in a way fearing that she didn't much like it from him. As he looked back at the road he thought to himself, at least a decade since he had gone down on her, probably more like two. He hadn't minded it so much but he was kind of rough with his tongue and she ended up stopping well before orgasm and then it just sort of fell off the menu. He could probably count on one two hands the number of times he had performed that act for her. But she never seemed to be unsatisfied, at least not that she had told him. He couldn't believe this little 17 year old boy wanna be was so breaking his confidence with his wife of 30 plus years. What was worse was that she was turning him on with this talk of going down.

"Yea, all your 17 years of wisdom is going to help me out here? And that last bit, I don't even know what you are talking about, I'm not sure I want to." His words and his tone didn't quite match up on his lack of interest. He had a feeling he would be looking those terms up and typing them into porn hub tonight.

He pulled in where Robin indicated but before she hopped out he pulled out on of his business cards. "I'll be in town a few hours, why don't you call me when you need a ride back. I might even buy you lunch if you want." He said before Robin could close the door on him. He sat there a bit, looking at the boyish girl as she walked towards the shopping mall. At the same time he searched for the Wichita bus station and saw it wasn't very far from here. Something was up, he was both suspicious and highly aroused. Now he just had to think of some way to kill time in Wichita.
 
"It's too risky..." I'm sorry Robin. I want so much to be with you. But, I am terrified. I'm sorry please forgive me. I don't think we dare. You said he was hanging around in Wichita and offered you a ride home!" She was frantic with the news. "Do what you want but I think we better not try to meet up.... yeah maybe tomorrow. We'll see... He has broken his promise. He doesn't trust me and he doesn't trust you. Call me when you get back to the dorm and for God's sake delete the text you sent me earlier." She hung up. She was trembling. This was pushing her almost to the edge. She felt the walls coming in about to crush her.

She left her room and went out into the woods and just walked... and walked... and walked. Finally she stopped and sat down on a log. She looked up. She could see the heavens above through the canopy of the trees. The birds flitted from branch to branch. Maybe she could just stay there she thought as slipped off the log and on to the ground and curled up in a bed of leaves and fell asleep.
 
Xavier had reacted pretty much the way they had expected him to, defensively, but despite his words of dismissal there was a hint of curiousity in his voice. They were sure they had at least planted a seed in his mind.

Robin did light up a little when they got the call from Abigail but when her lover mentioned that Xavier was probably just spying on them perhaps hoping to catch them meeting up they nodded to themselves and looked over at their shoulder to see the pick up still there before walking into the mall. It was of course obvious that Xavier had not found them at the bus stop by accident. At least they couldn't think of any other reason for him to be there other than to look for her. They had not actually got the feeling that he was spying as much as perhaps trying to apologise and reach out about his wife. The fact that he offered to drive them back seemed to confirm Abigail's suspicions about him spying on them and wanting to make sure they didn't meet up. His offer of lunch though seemed to suggest that he wanted to talk more about what Robin had already said in the car.

They hadn't told Abigail any that on the phone though but rather wanted to have that conversation face to face. Part of the reason for their hesitation in the matter was of course the question of why they had accepted the offer from Xavier to drive them to Wichita. True they had wanted a chance to apologise for their own part in the debacle at the station but it was more. Perhaps there was some kind of strange attraction as well. The thought of being able to teach Xavier how to pleasure his wife by show and tell had entered their minds when they talked about non-penetrative sex, something they themselves had only had once, for about fifteen seconds before they had pushed the guy off of them in what might be described as a panic attack. It had simply felt wrong and since then they had found ways around penetration. The method they had suggested to Xavier being their favourite, regardless of whether it was with guys or girls, even though of course most guys still just considered it foreplay and expected penetration after. There was indeed quite a lot they could show Xavier when it came to alternatives to penetrative sex, especially as they had got the feeling that he was not all that big on oral unless he was on the receiving end of it.

They spent about an hour walking around the shopping center and ended up buying a new pair of sneakers. When they were back outside the pick up was gone and they took out their phone to call Abigail for instructions on where to meet but Abigail cancelled, at least for the overnight. There was still hope of meeting the day after. While they were of course disappointed they did understand that Abigail had to be careful. It also made them wonder whether their lover was actually afraid of her husband and how he might react to her infidelity.

They pulled up the text they had sent to Abigail earlier and after deleting it they took out the card Xavier had given them and called him for a ride home with the hope of him making good on his offer of lunch as well. It would be a chance to find out more about him and also to talk more to him about Abigail.
"I'm outside the mall now," they said and asked if he would pick them up there or if he wanted to meet somewhere else.
 
Driving aimlessly around Wichita, forcing himself to avoid driving past the university where Abi was staying, Xavier heard the ring tone and quickly pulled over into a safe spot to answer. The number was unfamiliar, he felt a quick surge of his heart beat, a bit of butterflies in his stomach, and a pronounced sense of arousal. It almost had to be Robin, he didn't even bother to chide himself about having some sort of school boy infatuation at his age. "Chief Rollins" he answered, just in case it was actual police business. He heard the now increasingly familiar voice of Robin telling him they were outside the mall. If nothing else, it seemed to discount this trip was about seeing Abi, perhaps it had been a simple shopping trip all along. Now Xavier probably should have come up with some excuse for why he was here and make Robin wait at least a bit, but he was too eager. "I'm on my way." He said simply, his mind not really wired for making quick excuses and he doubted it would be transparent anyway. Robin might be very much unknown to him, hell apparently his wife was unknown to him as well, but he at least knew they were both smart. He wasn't likely to fool them so there was no sense trying.

It wasn't long before his pickup pulled back into the lot and found Robin with her shopping bag. "That was quick." He noted without any real attitude one way or the other. "It's still a bit early for lunch, anything else you want to see in Wichita before we head back?" He asked, not opposed to spending a bit of time with the young tomboy who had entered his and Abi's life like a cyclone. He couldn't risk taking them to lunch in Sedgwick, it was way too small a town and tongues would be wagging in no time.

Before he headed out though to whatever their next destination might be, he took a deep breath and confessed a bit. "I'm sure you know it was a coincidence I found you at the bus stop. I've just been going out of my mind at the idea of losing Abigail and I know it sounds crazy but I thought maybe you two were having an affair. I can see now I'm just being paranoid." He offered then put the truck in gear and started on their way.
 
Abi opened her eyes and lay there without moving for a few minutes. It took her mind that long for her to remember where she was and that she had wandered away from the guest house into the woods that surrounded the lake; had sat to rest and fallen asleep. Just as quickly as she remembered where she was and how she got there she also remembered why she was there and all the details which were beginning to overwhelm her. She got up and brushed the leaves and dirt off her jeans and took out her phone. No calls - no texts. Good. Now, where was she. She opened her GPS app. The signal was weak, but strong enough for her to realize she was a little east of the lake and from there she could walk back to the guest house. "Eastward ho..."

Abi had not realized how far she had walked but by the time she got back to the guest house it was already well past noon, the dining room was closed and she was tired. She decided to take her car and go find some lunch. As she got in the car she thought that perhaps she would go to J & J's - a nice restaurant that served a buffet lunch. Perhaps Robin would ike to to join her she thought, so before she headed out she found his number in her phone and was just about to push it when she remembered Xavier - Xavier had driven Robin to Wichita, maybe Xavier is still around - Xavier is spying on her, even though he promised not to - typical! Besides, she also remember she had told them that they should not see each other today. Too risky! She sighed and put her phone back in her purse and headed to the Student Union instead for a sandwich.

Of course eating at the Union had the consequence of the place being filled with students - some of them being her students and so there was a little trickle of students stopping at her table with a question about this or that. But it was enough to get her mind off of her depression, her messed up marriage and the decision about when to return home. And it made her feel better that all the students who spoke to her were nice and seemed to appreciate her taking time to talk with them at a time when she was clearly off duty. Following her lunch she walked over to her office and collapsed into her chair and found a set of papers to grade - there were always papers to grade and there on the top was an essay by Robin. Slowly she read it. The assignment had been to discuss Plato's "Symposium." The "Symposium" takes place at a meal in Ancient Greece. Socrates is the host and the other guest are a series of luminaries - all of whom were fictional. After the meal each of them was tasked with defining "love." Of course Robin chose to discuss the speech by (the fictional) Aristophenes. This speech was the most well known part of this philosophical book and often the most discussed. But Robin had done a nice job reflecting on it. "Insightful!" She wrote - "Well done! A+"
 
Being seventeen Robin could eat just about anytime especially since they ran some five or six miles most mornings, except on weekends. They had of course considered getting a gym membership in Wichita like the one they had had back in New York. It was a good way to build muscle tone and keep generally fit in ways that just running couldn't. They mentioned this when Xavier said it was too early for lunch and asked if there was anything else they wanted to do before going back to Sedgwick. It would also be a good reason to sneak off to Wichita to meet Abigail even on days when they didn't have class there.

They nodded when he admitted that it hadn't been a coincidence that he showed up at the bus stop and also that he had suspected them of having an affair with his wife. That meant that Abigail had been absolutely right. He had been spying on them, hoping to catch them hooking up. They just didn't really know how to respond to his conclusion that he now realised it was just him being paranoid. To confirm his realisation would be a lie but the truth might get them into a hell of a lot of trouble, from both spouses so once again they nodded.
"She is easy on the eyes though," they admitted with a smile.
"You're a lucky man to have her," they added and also added a wink to their smile.

Signing up for a gym membership took maybe another half hour after which they asked if he knew any second hand book shops and to their surprise it seemed he did so after another half hour of browsing dusty old books and coming away with a leather bound copy of Virginia Woolf's Orlando it was nearing lunchtime and they were curious to see what he would suggest.
 
Xavier had no issue basically being Robin's taxi, or he supposed Uber for her generation, as it gave him more opportunity to learn what he could about how he might reconcile with his wife. He would like to think his motives were fully virtuous in that regard, but he simply couldn't shake his fascination with the boyish looking girl. Or he assumed girl, while he might be personally conservative and sheltered but having been a cop in a relatively large city, even a midwestern one, he was at least passingly familiar with multiple flavors of what he would classify as sexual deviancy. The politically incorrect term 'chicks with dicks' came to mind and he wasn't really sure what sort of category to put the youth riding with him into. He wasn't all that familiar with Wichita himself, but between their phones it wasn't hard to find whatever it was she was looking for. "I suppose it aught to be one close to the school?" He suggested, the idea having the dual advantages of making logistic sense and bringing them closer to Abi, at least geographically.

"Yea, easy on the eyes, she always has been." He looked at Robin, there was a sincerity to his compliment that troubled him a little. "I just hope my luck hasn't run out." His said morbidly, his slowly more relaxing mood suddenly turning sour again. "So do you, uhm, like other women then?" He asked with all the delicacy of the proverbial bull in a China shop. However depending on how Robin answered it might help him confirm Robin's 'true' gender which in Xavier's world was at least meant to be a fixed thing.

Finding the gym they were greeted by a incredibly fit and well curved blonde woman in form fitting attire who was more than eager to show Robin and 'his father' around. She was flirty enough with both of them, though Xavier was pretty confident that had more to do with her membership quotas than anything else, at least as far as he was concerned. However he wasn't put off by it, and Robin might notice his subtle changes of behavior as far as standing a bit straighter and managing to smile just a bit.

Being close to the college made it relatively easy to find a second hand bookstore with all the sort of 'egghead' titles Robin and Abigail seemed to have an affinity for. "Anything in here you think might help me patch things up with Abi?" He asked, stifling his pride in asking for advice with his wife from a 17 year old cross dresser if not transvestite. He found his eyes frequently drawn to Robin's crotch as if he might solve that puzzle from a casual glance.

As it neared lunch time he was ready to grasp at another straw. "You have Abi's number, do you want to see if she might join us for lunch?" It was a reach but it revealed his desperation at seeing Abi again and acknowledged his belief that Robin might well be the only one that could bridge the gap between them.
 
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"I like girls, guys and anything inbetween," Robin responded honestly to Xavier's question about their gender preferences when it came to romance and sexual attraction.
"It's not like a person's personality is defined by what's between their legs anyhow so why make a big deal about it, right?"
They glanced over at Xavier with a smirk on their face as they were pretty sure he might not agree or even if he might agree with the first part he still felt that a potential partner's gender took precedence over their personality. In a sense the argument between him and Abigail had suggested that he had fallen in love with her physical appearance rather than her mind and had she not been a woman she would probably not even have been someone he would be friends with.

Going around Wichita with Xavier as their chauffeur was a lot more fun than they had expected. There was a lot more conversation than they had expected even if it was of course mostly about Abigail and Xavier's chances at patching up the rift in his marriage. Robin slowly grew more an more comfortable around the man and found him to be less antagonising than they had initially thought. He might be a bit old fashioned and rough around the edges, not really the sort of man they would have imagined Abigail being married to, but he was sincere in his questions, if perhaps a bit blunt, and really wanted to know, to learn. As they grew more comfortable around him they also found themselves vaguely attracted to him. He might perhaps not be in his prime but they did notice that when he straightened himself out and actually smiled at the curvy toned blonde showing the around the gym he wasn't bad looking at all and of course they had noticed the bulge in his crotch on a few occasions as well and it had fuelled a curiousity in them.

When asked about whether there was anything in the book store that might make a good make up gift for Abigail Robin paused for a moment to think about it but then as they stood there running their eyes along the book shelves they caught sight of a copy of Theodor Bergk's 1854 edition of Sappho's poetry, as much of it that actually did survive. It would be a perfect gift for Abigail but one they would like to buy for her themselves, although ... A smirk spread across their face as they picked up the book and carefully browsed through the pages. It wouldn't matter if it was Xavier or themselves that presented Abigail with this book as a gift, she would know it was from them and not her husband, who probably didn't even realise the implications the author herself held when it came to sexual orientation, or that her name was forever connected with physical attraction between women.
"It might seem a bit pricey perhaps," they said as they handed the book to Xavier.
The book was not in mint condition by any standard but it was still priced at $55.
"But it will be worth it. I'm sure Abigail will love it."
They then explained that it was a collection of poetry by a rare Greek poet from the 6th century BCE and that the book he was holding in his hand had long been the standard edition of her work but mentioned nothing about her having been born on the island of Lesbos from which the word lesbian was derived.

Back out on the street Robin asked Xavier to wait a little while she had a quick smoke. About half way through the cigarette Xavier asked if they wanted to ask Abigail to join them for lunch but Robin simply shook their head no.
"I can understand your desire to see her and talk to her but you need to be patient and give her some time alone. I can talk to her on Monday at school perhaps and see if she'd be open to I dunno, go on a date with you? Kind of like rekindle your relationship with a romantic dinner perhaps. And speaking of food. I'm starting to get hungry."
They pinched the cigarette to put it out and put the half smoked cigarette back in the pack.
"Got anywhere in particular in mind for lunch?"
 
Xavier gave a small laugh as Robin stated her sexual interests. "Well that certainly opens up your options, doesn't it?" It was much harder to be judgmental with a real live person there instead of just a faceless 'other' that acted in what seemed to Xavier an unnatural way. "I don't know, I haven't met any guys I wanted to get into that sort of relationship with, besides the parts don't fit together right." He mused though he couldn't really declare any real harm in people doing what they wanted. It wasn't so much that he felt it was wrong, he just didn't think it was of interest to him. It was of course easier to assume Robin had lady parts than something else, but what if she, well that wasn't the right word now was it? What if they had some of each, then what? He wanted so bad to just come out and ask Robin if she had a dick or not, but even he felt that would be rude. Besides, he was supposed to be focusing on regaining the trust and love of his wife, not trying to fuck some 17 year old, probably girl but who knew.

It was however an easier trip and talk than he might have imagined. Whatever Robin was, they had a certain chemistry about them that made it easy for Xavier to look past the sexual and generational gaps between them. He didn't balk at all at the price of the book, it was truly not something he would have ever picked out himself, but he was sure it would score some points even if it was just that he was willing to listen to Robin for the idea. His enthusiasm dampened a bit when Robin shot down the idea of lunch with Abi but they were probably right. He found himself trying to think in a more neutral term for Robin's gender, at least until he knew for himself. He wasn't a cheating sort of guy, but he couldn't deny the growing attraction he was having for the youth. Robin had sparked a sexual hunger he hadn't really felt in some time, despite being married to a wonderful and beautiful woman whom he was learning he really underestimated and neglected.

"Would you do that for me?" He said as Robin suggested talking to Abi on Monday. "If you need a ride into town, just let me know, my schedule is pretty flexible." A date, wouldn't that be something after 30 years of marriage. But he would take what he could get and it would be an opportunity to give her the gift Robin had helped him pick out. It might even please Abi that he had spent some time with Robin and got to know them.

"There's a pretty good outdoor barbecue joint just outside Wichita on the way back to Sedgwick, if you don't mind getting your fingers dirty?" He suggested as they got back into his truck. As they drove he said, why don't you read me something out of that book, the one for Abi? Something we might talk about on our date?"
 
"Barbecue sounds lovely," Robin said and as they headed back towards Sedgwick and stopped and the suggested road side restaurant Robin picked the book out of her bag and flipped it open.
"It's mostly fragments. I think there are like four complete poems recovered," they said and started to read:
"O soft and dainty maiden, from afar
I watch you, as amidst the flowers you move,
And pluck them, singing.

More golden than all gold your tresses are:
Never was harp-note like your voice, my love,
Your voice sweet-ringing."
They flipped a few more pages and read him one about jealousy and another about the pain of being abandoned by a lover. Both poems were also clear indications of Sappho's romantic and sexual preference for women over men. They were not entirely sure whether Xavier would pick up on those subtleties.
"Those are just a few of my own favourites," they said and closed the book and put it away as they pulled in to the parking lot outside Fred's Barbecue and Grill.
"I think you should perhaps at least browse through it yourself and see if anything else catches your eye."
Rather than actually parking Xavier pulled up to the Drive Through and they both gave their orders, received them and then found a spot at the far end of the parking lot where they could have a bit of privacy from potentially prying eyes, or someone recognising Xavier having lunch with a seventeen year old student.
 
"Damn you are new to Kansas aren't you?" He laughed good naturedly. "I've heard barbecue describe lots of way but never 'lovely'." It wasn't so much that he was mocking her, he was just so very accustomed to the way things were in his world but it would be easy for it to come off a bit critical. As she read he listened quietly. "So you think Abi will like it eh?" He didn't sound quite as confident as he had when he was pulling out his wallet at the store. "So tell me about this guy that wrote this, what was he like?" Xavier had at least got the love part out of it, but if there were clues as to the gender of the author in the words Robin spoke, they had floated past him and he simply assumed it was about a male poet pinning for his lost love, a situation he could relate to rather well at the moment.

"You've read all this before the eh? Is that what you are studying at Abi's school? This sort of stuff?" He was clearly not at all immersed in ancient Greek poetry but he was at least trying to be polite about it. As he parked with their food he nodded agreement about paging through it. "Sure thing, it will give me something to do tonight." He agreed as he pulled in for barbecue. "But book reading and barbecue don't go very well together, I don't want to give Abi a scratch and sniff version from Fred's."

He didn't really like the idea of eating in his truck, but it wasn't all that unlikely that they would run into someone from Sedgwick and his companion would create some awkward questions. He ate and talked a bit, and when finished looked at Robin as he sucked the excess sauce from his fingers. "I want to thank you for helping me today." He said as he looked at them, he seemed like there was something more he wanted to say but he didn't go on.
 
4:30 - Saturday afternoon. Abi had been in her office since around 2:00 and had managed to make a little progress on all the papers she had to read. But she was tired of reading. She actually felt a little lost being in Wichita alone and not expected home. And she couldn't even call her lover! It made Abi very nervous that Xavier had driven Robin to town. She was certain Xavier would keep tabs on Robin so even calling them was out of the question. But she didn't want to spend all her time alone grading papers or even reading. She wanted to do something - something that would be meaningful and would make her feel a little better. She was not a partiers nor was she into drinking. So what is happening around here tonight, she asked herself. She opened the laptop on her desk to the University events: the university theater department was performing "The Importance of Being Earnest" - too silly; music department was offering a concert by the the Jazz ensemble - Abi didn't really like Jazz; sports - no... Nothing! What about downtown in Wichita? She found the events page from the local paper: The Wichita Symphony Orchestra at the Century II Performing Arts Center - program: Rossini "Italian in Algiers" Overture; Beethoven, "Emperor Concerto #5" and Schubert "Great C Major Symphony." Abi couldn't believe her luck - two of her all time favorite pieces of music - the Beethoven and Schubert. She hadn't been to a concert in ages. Xavier had no interest and she was often too busy, but this would be a nice excursion to do by herself.

By now it was a little after 5:00 she would go to J&J's for supper, on to the concert afterwards and then back to the guest house. And she would put off until tomorrow what to do about all the issues that weighed her down.
 
Robin shrugged, ignoring his little jab at them being new to Kansas, and tried to seem as confident as possible when Xavier asked about who Sappho had been and in doing so revealed that he thought her to have been a man, which might be a logical conclusion from what Robin had read to him.
"Seventh century Greek poet. Biography about as fragmented as the surviving body of work. Few poets' status are as disproportionate to what remains of their work. Only about 650 lines have survived and there are really only four complete poems, the rest are fragments reconstructed mostly through the quotations of other ancient poets, dramatists and philosophers."
They spoke slowly and took great care not to actually mention Sappho having been a woman or where she lived most of her life. It might put him back in a suspicious mood about the reason they selected that particular book for him to give to Abigail.
"We haven't got that far just yet in Ms Saunders' class but it is on the reading list."
They paused before adding that they had first read it some years ago, without specifying how many.

Robin had ordered spicy pork ribs with sweet potato fries, coleslaw, refried black beans and a cheese covered corn on the cob. It must have seemed like food for a week to an outside observer but Robin was going through a growth spurt and could basically eat around the clock if they wanted to. Once finished the patted their belly and let out a subtle burp.
"Damn that was some good eatin'" they said trying to imitate the Kansas accent but failed miserably.
Their own typical Brooklyn accent shone through like the sun on a clear blue sky.
Not quite sure they wanted to go back to the school just yet they stepped out of the pick up and lit a cigarette. They leaned up against the open door and looked up at Xavier as he thanked them for the time they had spent together.
"Y'know I could maybe show you what I mean before. I mean if you're unsure of how non-penetrative sex actually works?"
It was perhaps blunt but it felt like a natural question to fill the awkward silence that followed his thank you.
"That way you'll get an answer to the question you've been trying to figure out ever since you touched my chest last night," they added with a big grin on their face as they pinched the cigarette to put it out and put the butt into their pocket.
 
Robin had opted not to correct Xavier's ignorance on Sappho's gender and it was likely a wise move on her part. He would not be amused if he pieced together the rather potent hidden meaning behind his olive branch gift, especially if he was the only one it was hidden from. "You read all that in another book or I suppose it's the internet these days?" He asked as they rattled off what seemed like a lot of empty facts about the poet that told him nearly nothing about what kind of man he was. Though it was quite possible he could do his own internet search after her perused the volume himself. Robin's ignorance acted contented Xavier easily enough, she already knew more than he would of expected for a high school student. Having little idea it was such a favorite subject of the youth riding along with him.

"You gonna want a doggy bag for some of that?" Xavier was wondering if she had ordered food for later as well but was duly impressed when she put it all down. "Now you're sounded like Kansas." He said with a laugh, but that burp, you'll never pass as a guy with a little thing like that. He teased, but again his humor seemed good, he was taking a genuine liking to Robin which surprised him.

Please they were taking their smoke break before heading out, Xavier gathered up the refuse and tossed it into a nearby trash can as both truck doors were open and they stretched their legs. As he thanked Robin and climbed back into the driver's seat he nearly fell out again when they made their suggestion. "What?" He asked but he was basically stalling for time, he had heard Robin clear enough. "Get in, where going." He said, sternly as if he was suddenly angry. He was angry, but angry at himself much more than at Robin. He remained silent for a while, thinking about Robin's offer. He should take their ass back to that school and go home and read the fucking book then wrap it up all nice for Abigail. That is what he should do, but it wasn't what he wanted to do. His arousal was nearly painful as he watched the road and the miles slip by as they got ever closer to Sedgwick. "You'd do that, you'd show me, the kind of thing you think Abigail wants from me?" He spoke slowly and carefully, thinking about each word as he spoke it. He had been a faithful husband for over 30 years. He hadn't accepted, but it was soon clear he wasn't taking them to the school. Instead he pulled down a long gravel drive, to the only place he could be sure they would be alone, what with Abigail staying at her school. It was their farmhouse, neatly kept and well off the road. He pulled back behind the house near the 3 car garage that was now attached to the house.

He put it in park and shut off the engine. He sat there for a few moments, much quieter than he had been before lunch. He looked over at Robin. "I'd like your help, I really do. But I also, I should be damned for it, but I want to get to know you better too." He was at least being honest, he wanted to think it was just for Abigail, but it wasn't. Something about Robin sparked a flame within him that he had feared had been snuffed out.
 
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It seemed their words had had an effect on Xavier. First he just stood there staring at them as if to convince himself he had heard the offer correctly and then with astern voice filled with irritation he told them to get back in the pickup and they did as he said. While Robin was only seventeen this was not the first time they had seen this type of anger and knew that despite appearances it was not directed at them but rather an expression of Xavier's inner turmoil, of him trying to decide how to respond, if he should take them up on their offer. This was the reason they said nothing on the drive back to Sedgwick, leaving him to his thoughts and internal argument. They did notice however that they didn't make the turn towards the school but rather went around the small town and after a while turned off the main road and onto what was in essence a long driveway up to what they assumed must be where he lived with Abigail.

They nodded in response to his question. They certainly would, show him how to make love to his wife without fucking her like some egotistical brute. His level of arousal was clear tho them when he asked the question and their own arousal had grown as well during the silent drive. They were nervous though, especially as he pulled into a large garage and they were alone with him, with no one knowing where they were or with who. They did glance over at him and gave him a nervous smile. Would he be able to restrain himself from penetration or had they perhaps bitten off more than they could chew.

For a brief moment they actually considered asking him for a bit of time, go outside and call Abigail to let her know where they were and how they got there. It might make Abigail angry and mean the end to any future relationship between them but Abigail would have come to pick them up and drive them back to school, probably scolding her husband once more in the process about trying to take advantage of a teenager. No, they decided against it and remained in the seat for a few minutes just looking at the almost desperate man at their side, desperate to save his marriage as well as to release the arousal that had built up in him all morning.

They reached over and placed their left hand on his thigh before leaning over to kiss him.
"You want to do it here and preserve the sanctity of your marital home or do you opt for comfort," they said and ran their right hand up and down the inside of his thigh slowly, letting their fingers gently brush against the bulge in his jeans.
They were sure that the seats of the pick up could be folded all the way back to make them quite comfortable as temporary beds and they were fine with whatever he decided, pick up or bed. They had left school that morning with the intention and expectation of having sex and because of him their intended partner was now off limits for the day. It was only logical that he would have to replace her because Robin had no intention of going back to school unsatisfied.
 
He was uncomfortably hard as he sat there, feeling his cock throbbing, trapped in his pant leg as it was. Every pulse along his engorged shaft a reminder that this wasn't JUST about reclaiming his wife. Robin's affect upon him was undeniable. The fact that she was able to read it so plainly and so confidently, might have frustrated the older man were it not for the more pressing needs of the moment. But still, the idea of bringing this person into the home he shared with Abigail was a line that once crossed could never be undone. It was perhaps his own old fashioned sentimentality but it was strong none the less. He had been honest with himself and with Robin. What he would tell Abigail, assuming he ever got the chance, well he might be neglectful but he hadn't been a liar, at least not yet.

He noticed a slight change in Robin, they seemed a bit more vulnerable and he couldn't deny that appealed to him on a rather primal level. He wanted to think it was their own arousal, but it might have been simple vulnerability. Xavier had at least 60 lbs on Robin, most of it muscle mass, not to mention him being armed and plenty of restraints available to him. She probably wasn't completely defenseless, he might pay a price, but he could do what he wanted to with them without too much trouble. But if they were any good at reading the eyes, they would notice Xavier was more desperate for Robin's acceptance than purely lustful. The lust was there, no doubt, his eyes travelled along their body even as they leaned over to kiss them.

He moaned at her touch on his thigh, gasping audibly as she touched his bulge which flinched noticeably at the light contact through the thick material. He was surprised at the kiss, though he smiled afterwards and looked delighted at the gesture. For his part, he reached over and gently caressed their small right breast, he gave a soft squeeze, something he had wanted to do since he had frisked them yesterday. He felt the hard nipple in his palm, the whole orb fitting easily in his large warm hand.

He nodded his head at her suggestion they could stay in the truck. "Yea, I'm ok here if you are." It was almost as if they were reading his mind, one less line to cross though he felt many more would be drawn and crossed before he returned Robin to the boarding school. He shifted in his seat towards them, this time he leaned in for another kiss, deeper this time though he didn't thrust his tongue into their mouth but sucked upon their lower lip as his hand swept down to find the lower hem of their shirt. Abigail's breasts were so large and full, Robin's by contrast were novel in their smallness, which had an attraction to Xavier even he didn't understand. He wanted to fuck her, recline her seat and tear off her pants and claim her. But he wasn't even fully sure they were a 'her' and he knew that would ruin all chances of reclaiming his wife and of reaching the promised fulfillment that Robin had offered. So he kept his urges to himself, fighting them off with nearly as much passion as he was beginning to show towards his wife's new lover.
 
Robin let out a soft moan as his hand found their small breast, a touch they had been aching for a while, perhaps not since his first accidental touch but certainly since the gym. They moaned into his kiss as well and when he didn't poke his tongue into their mouth they poked their's into his and the kiss grow proportionally in terms of passion and heat.

With his hands now exploring their body underneath the shirt they reached to find the button or lever to recline the seat all the way back and when they found it the seat jerked back all the way rather abruptly and he was pulled all the way on top of them. This caused them to actually giggle but it was just very briefly as they soon became quite serious again. Their hands found the buttons of his shirt and started to undo them, a bit clumsily but quickly until his muscular chest was bare. He was pretty fit for a man his age but they assumed that as a cop he more or less had to be. They ran their hands over his pectoral muscles, not without a hint of jealousy as their own were less defined due to the breasts, as small as they were, or maybe they were more defined but the breast tissue made them soft rather than hard. He was a lot less hairy than they had expected and they lifted their head up to take his right nipple between their lips. Perhaps this would be an entirely new experience for him since men's nipples were not traditionally seen as erogenous but they loved sucking on nipples and it didn't matter whether they were attached to breasts of not. At the same time their hands continued to move downwards to undo the button of his pants. The zipper followed shortly after and they could reach inside and cup his erection in their left hand. It was hard, veiny and throbbing and they could even feel a wet spot on his underwear where it had leaked precum, all of which caused them to moan around his nipple. From the sensation of running their fingers along the shaft and over the glans it was clear to them that it was a cock they would enjoy pleasuring with their mouth but he would have to work for it first.

As much as it was about their own lust and need for sex it was also, and perhaps more importantly, about teaching him patience and selflessness when it came to pleasuring his sexual partner. They gave his testicles a gentle squeeze and pulled away from his nipple.
"I want you to go down on me first," they whispered with a soft moan to follow and began to first unbutton their shirt to reveal their small breasts and stiffened nipples to him before continuing to undo their jeans and pull them down to reveal their black mid thigh boxer brief into which a small rolled up sock was stuffed to give their crotch a more masculine outline.
 
Hearing Robin's moan was just the sort of feedback Xavier needed to encourage him. He was so nervous, for a number of reasons, but the most on his mind was his ability to satisfy this young person who has come to dominate his thoughts. The sudden need to be more than just a provider to his wife made him realize he was more than a bit rusty in the sexiness department. But that moan at least told him he was doing something right. Their probing tongue stirred much more in him than his tongue which happily greeted hers as he fumbled with their shirt. He was startled by the sudden drop back in the seat, his shifted weight bringing most of his bulk down on them. A moment of concern was put to rest by their giggle which brought a smile to his face and he gave their breast a firm squeeze in response.

He was a bit nervous about their aggressiveness as soon his shirt was open and their hands caressed his chest directly, wasting no time and now serious again. Their hands seemed earnest in exploring his body, his insecurity at appearing old and gross to them being put to rest as more of him was exposed and felt. It was his turn to moan as they sucked on his nipple, the sensation sent an electric jolt from his chest straight to his throbbing cock. He moved to straddle them in their seat, his pectoral muscles flexing beneath his nipples as he supported his weight with his right hand as his left continued to fondle their breasts.

"Oh damn." He panted in barely more than a whisper as she opened his pants and plunged their hand in to cradle his throbbing erection. Their hand smeared with his precum which had soaked into his boxer briefs and continued to ooze from his tip. Their hand felt good on his cock and he thrust slightly as if to encourage them to stroke him. Instead they cupped and squeezed his balls which felt good as well. His balls were heavy and pulled up tight as if ready to cum at any time, which wasn't far off as far as he was concerned. He was breathing hard as they drove him nearly mad with lust with their mouth and hands. He wanted them bad and looked like he could make that happen at any moment, toying with a man like Xavier could be a dangerous thing. There was little to stop him from taking what he wanted.

But then he heard their voice, a demand of their own. He pulled his hand from their breast even as they had unbuttoned their shirt to expose both perky orbs to his gaze. He didn't acknowledge anything just yet, just watched as they undid their pants as well and then undid and lowered their jeans. They were wearing boys underwear, not that different from his own only black. He saw the bulge and looked up at them eye to eye but remained silent. He didn't realize it was just a rolled up sock at first and made him wonder just what 'going down' was going to mean with them. He leaned down and sucked on both their nipples, one at a time, still not acknowledging the demand. He tugged roughly at the right nipple as he pulled away. "Ok." He finally said and reached down to find the button that wold move the seat back and kept it going until it stopped. It created just enough room for him to kneel on the floor before them.

His balls hurt as he got into position, a bit cramped in the floor space of his truck, the dashboard forcing him to hunch over so that his face was already close to their sock bulge. He reached to their hips, hooked the elastic with his fingers and pulled down. He held his breath and when the sock was exposed seemed to breath a big sigh of relief. He tugged the boxer briefs down rapidly now. Claiming the sock roll in one hand he held it to his face and inhaled her scent of arousal. He opened his mouth and stuck it part way in, his lips wrapping around it playfully. He took it in his hand again and threw it at them, bouncing off their face as he hit them on the nose with it. He pulled the jeans and briefs down over the knees and towards the ankles, enough to let them spread their legs wide enough for him to do the deed.

He didn't hesitate, but he was a bit rough, especially with his afternoon whiskers. He was perhaps trying a bit too hard, his tongue attacking their clit, rubbing it roughly as he buried his face into their crotch. He sucked on their clit then probed his tongue down to find their opening. He wasn't gentle or soft but seemed intent on forcing pleasure into them through sheer force of will.
 
Robin's Lesson
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    • Robin would be lying it they had claimed not to be nervous about the potentially dangerous situation they had put themselves in. There was little to stop this heavy muscular man to take anything he wanted from them, including but not limited to forcing his hard penis into them. It would at the same time be a lie to say that they weren't enjoying the insecurity in this older very traditional man regarding what he might find once he pulled down her underwear. The look in his eyes when he noticed the bulge in their underwear, that momentary look of silent hesitation as he pulled down the boxer briefs enough to reveal the rolled up sock. They would also be lying if the claimed that they didn't wonder about what his reaction would have been had they actually had a penis and also feared that same reaction. He didn't strike them as the type to experiment with his sexual orientation, even though he had agreed to go down on them before he actually knew.

    Seeing his actual reaction had them smiling as he sniffed the sock to draw in the scent of their arousal. The sock was more than just moist, it was quite wet on the side that had been rubbing up against their sex. He even tasted it and the playful look on his face as he then took it out of his mouth and threw it back at them, hitting their nose, caused another giggle. They almost called out Surprise! Instead they grew serious again as he pulled their jeans and underwear down enough to allow them to spread wide for him. They pulled their feet up close to their buttocks and opened their legs like a butterfly spreading its wings and held their breath, not expecting all that much from his oral administrations and sure enough he was clearly inexperienced in that department even if it probably wasn't his first time giving oral pleasure, or attempting to.
    "Don't rush it," they said.
    "Don't try to be everywhere at once. Start with long lick along the slit, all the way from the orifice to the clit, long slow licks, just the tip at first but then as you feel the lips opening up more and more use the full width and length of your tongue, like how a dog licks your hand to show affection."
    They placed their hands on the top of his head and looked down at his face between their legs as he took in the instructions.
    "Then as you can taste the juices starting to flow you can focus on the clit, first just poke at it with the tip of your tongue before sucking on it and massaging it with your tongue."
     
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    • Xavier's hands were rough and firm on their thighs as he nestled into position and eagerly went after their wet young pussy. He looked up as they spoke, his lips glistening with their arousal but he did listen to what they had to say. He did just what they said, slowing down, extending his tongue, gently probing the very tip into her opening then curling his tongue upward and pulling it slowly and more gently upward along her lips, his eyes focused on theirs as he gradually made his way up to their clit. He dwelled there a moment, lingering along the hood a moment. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth, tasting them once more before returning to their orifice and beginning again. He shifted his body a little and his left hand reached up to caress their right tit. He kept his groping gentle, kneading the soft flesh of their tits then twisting the nipple slowly and gently. He went a bit to the other extreme, treating them as if they were made of sugar and might break, though very sweet.

    His breath was warm on their nether lips as he positioned himself once more, slowly being rewarded with the visual pleasure of seeing their lips begin to open like a flower, blossoming under his slower and more gentle touch. "How is that?" He asked, a grown man speaking to them as if they were his teacher, which was the role he had accepted. He feed more of his tongue into them, twirling slightly at their opening before another lick upward with more of his tongue. Always stroking upward, but beginning to speed up, developing a rhythm like the dog she mentioned, lapping at her folds even as her hand were in his hair. God he wanted to fuck her, not them but her, it was just a thought though it likely showed in his eyes but no further, at least not yet. But the temptation was there, his cock oozed more, making a mess of his pants and underwear. But he only used his tongue on their pussy, his hand switched to their left breast now.

    As he tasted her flowing more freely now, he poked their clit with the tip of his tongue, as if he were fencing with the now swollen nub. He was following their instructions like a road map and as he recalled his lips now enveloped their clit and he sucked on it, kissing it gently like a lover. He rocked his head a little, rubbing his lips along their clit before sucking more firmly and then using his tongue to massage it. But then, like a kid licking a melting ice cream, he again lapped at her juices several times. He kept his passion in check but not easily, it helped that he was wedged under the dash and between her thighs, he couldn't get up easily if he wanted to, and certainly not quickly. But then he went back to their clit for a while, then back to licking, and despite his back and legs beginning to cramp, he didn't stop until they told him to and he never got faster than the friendly dog stage.
     
    Once he was following their instructions they let out a soft moan, perhaps more for encouragement than from pleasure but there was no denying that his tongue felt good as he dragged it along their slit and soon their moans and whimpers became increasingly filled with lust and by the time his lips latched onto their clit they had wiggled one leg out of their jeans and underwear. Their sneaker was tossed into the drivers seat. With their legs now free they wrapped them around his waist and then higher up until their feet met and locked round the back of his head. His eagerness to please was obvious, his willingness to learn how to do oral right.
    "Fuck yes. That's good," they moaned and thrust their hips up at him, clearly wanting to hump his face.
    "I'm so close now, just a little more, right there ..."
    It was not an orgasm to blow their mind. It wasn't even their best orgasm that week but it was a good start. Their body twitched and their thighs trembled around his face as they rode the orgasm and let him keep pleasuring them with his tongue and lips.
    "Not bad," they then said and propped themselves up on their elbows and released him from their leg hold.
    It had been better than not bad but they figured that if they were too lavish with their compliments he might think he had mastered the skill and nothing was further from the truth. He was on the right path though and that should be encouraged.

    Now came the big challenge though, to teach them how to cum without penetration. They pulled way and told him to lay back on the seat so they could straddle him. While he repositioned himself they took off the other leg of their jeans and underwear and tossed the second sneaker next to the first. They left their unbuttoned shirt on though and after a bit of logistics they were on top of him, pulling down his pants and underwear until his throbbing cock was free. It did look quite delicious and before anything they wanted a taste of it. They leaned in and licked up the precum, running their tongue all along the shaft, kissing the glans and wrapping their lips around it but without taking more than about half of it into their mouth. They had no intentions of giving him a blow job, just to tease and taste for their own pleasure. There was also quite a risk that if they did actually suck on his cock he would blow his load too soon.

    After no more than maybe half a minute they let his cock slip away from their mouth and instead straddled him as if preparing to ride him but rather than aiming his cock against their vaginal orifice they pressed it down against his belly, making a few adjustments until their labia enveloped it like a reverse hot dog. They smiled down on him and placed their hands on his muscular chest as they then began to slide their soaking wet slit along his shaft all the way from their clit almost touching his testicles to the outer rim of their orifice embracing his glans. At first they moved slowly and steady but soon the pace increased and the length of their strokes became shorter and more focused on their clit aginst his glans.
     
    Robin's somewhat faked moans did at least have the effect of boosting Xavier's confidence as he worked somewhat dutifully on their vagina. It was almost impossible to imagine Abigail in a similar situation, pants around her ankles in the passenger seat of the truck. Or was it his limited imagination that made him assume that? Had he simply assumed way too much, or maybe too little about his wife? Following her progression he was again rewarded with a 'fuck yes' and talk of being 'close'. Robin was so much more upfront with what they wanted than his wife, but would his younger self have taken such instruction during sex or whatever this was? What he did know, was that Robin's body and words were making him painfully hard, his balls felt like they might explode if he didn't get relief soon. He did pick up the pace though and had a proud look on his face at her orgasm, though he might have been dismayed to know how she ranked it.

    "You did seem to like it." He said as Robin told him it was 'not bad'. But seemed to look around and realize what a position of inferiority he had found himself. He didn't protest but it was clear he wasn't in his comfort zone on his knees before them.

    He was happy to crawl out of the foot well and stretch out onto the reclined seat, happier still to watch Robin contort themselves out of their jeans and pull down his jeans and underwear. His cock was painfully hard and he moaned as Robin began licking his cock. "That's good, it feels great." He told them but stopped talking as their lips encircled his glans and began to take more of him. Robin was correct to surmise that he wouldn't last through much of that. Seeing that pretty boy face at the end of his dick was almost as good as the feel of it. But then they released him and straddled him properly. He had almost forgot the 'non-penetrative' part of the lesson and was a little confused as they reverse hot dogged him with those warm wet lips. It wasn't what he expected or wanted, but it felt undeniably good.

    "Oh man that feels good." He said, though made no inquiry as to how it felt for them. The long slow strokes were nice but as they focused their clit on his glans he could feel his climax beginning to build past the point of no return. He looked at them intensely, every male instinct wanting to thrust deep inside of them. He reached up and pushed the unbuttoned shirt off their shoulders, pulling down their arms and back. But instead of letting it fall off, he gripped the cloth with both hands, wrapping it about them before gripping their waist just above the hips. He effectively bound their arms to their sides, setting them more upright as he began to take control of their lower body. He used his strength to pull them down harder upon his cock still pressed along his belly. He then rubbed their cunt along his shaft at his own rhythm now, breathing hard at the arousal and effort to control them. He looked up at those small pert tits, picking up speed and effort, enough to make them jiggle slightly from the motion, even if the lacked the mass of Abigail's larger breasts, it was still a sexy sight.

    "Oh fuck" it was his turn to curse as his cock shot forth a thick powerful jet of his cum. That first big pulse blasted onto his face and neck, the second striping his chest, oozing into the hairs, several more lower across his belly. He then oozed even more just out of the tip forming a puddle that seeped back along his shaft and into his navel. He grimaced at the self facial, clearly uncomfortable with even his own cum on his face, but still holding their shirt there wasn't much he could do about it but keep his lips closed.
     
    It had been years since Abi had been able to attend a concert. And while it would have been easy to blame it on Xavier she had to acknowledge it wasn’t all his fault, she was generally very busy and just had never taken the time. But here she was at the Century II Performing Arts Center for a concert of the Wichita Symphony. She would have liked to have dressed up for the occasion, but since she left Sedgwick in such a hurry she had only what she had been wearing along with her jeans and a flannel shirt (one of Xavier’s actually) that she had worn during the day. But it didn’t matter, she was excited to be at the concert and settled into her front row balcony seat next to an older man on her left and a young couple on her right.

    The concert began with the lovely Rossini overture to “The Italian in Algiers,” which was followed by the beautiful “Emperor Concerto” by Beethoven. As the music began she felt transported. She was surrounded by the colors of the orchestra and piano weaving together. It made her heart beat faster as she listened. The young pianist reminded her a little of Robin as she watched his hands gently caress and move lovingly over the keyboard. At the close of the 3rd​movement she was almost breathless and she joined the other audience members in giving the young pianist a standing ovation.

    After a brief intermission the audience returned to their seats as they waited for the beginning of the 2nd​half of the program. Finally, the lights went down, the musicians returned to the stage, the concertmaster tuned the orchestra and with the return of the conductor the downbeat brought the beautiful sound of the opening horn statement at the beginning of the Schubert “Great” C Major symphony.

    As soon as the horns started Abi felt emotion begin to well up inside of her. She felt like she was going to start crying and there was still an hour of music to go! But the sound of the horns, followed by the beautiful chorale of the woodwinds transported her to another place. She felt herself being lifted out of her seat, held in the hands of the goddess and enveloped by warmth and love and peace. And then the pace shifted, the music took on a fast whirlwind character and Abi felt herself flying, moving quickly, looking down and watching as her life passed before her eyes. She saw faces - her parents, her older brother, their friends, her various and multiple lovers. The faces appeared to her and then disintegrated into a mist as another face took its place. Where had all those times and places gone? All of the friends and loved ones – where had they gone?

    The 2nd​movement was slow and gentle and as she listened she closed her eyes and found herself lying on the beach. She was on her honeymoon and she was naked under the sun, and she was alone. But as she sat up to look out towards the sea, feeling the gentle warm Caribbean breeze caressing her body she squinted in order to watch a man walking towards her, emerging from the waters, like the god Poseidon. This beautiful naked man was her husband, Xavier. Her heart beat faster as she watched him slowly walk towards her, his body dripping, his cock and balls gently swaying as he walked. Her body tingled with excitement as she slowly opened her legs for her husband, her lover, her soul-mate. She was wet… she was ready… “take me Xavier,” she whispered…

    As the orchestra began to final movement with its driving rhythmic pulse, Abigail felt the intensity of the rhythm in her body. Xavier had entered her, right there on this private beach. The rhythm of his powerful thrusts matched the rhythmic pulse of the music. Her nipples ached. She desperately wanted to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples right there as they sat in the concert. She could tell her panties had become soaking wet and her body was on fire. She subtly slipped a hand under the jacket she held on her lap and tried to push the hand against herself, but the gentle touch of her hand through the layers of her skirt and panties only enflamed her more. She closed her eyes again and she saw the beautiful face of her husband smiling down at her. She kissed him passionately, she felt him stiffen and fill her with his cum.

    “Bravo!” The man besides her jumped to his feet to applaud the orchestra. Abigail was breathless, exhausted and aroused. Slowly she stood and joined the applause. As the couple on the other side of her slipped out immediately she followed them and headed to the parking deck. She found her car but before getting into it she looked around. She had beaten the crowd. There was no one yet. She quickly lifted her skirt, reached under and slipped off her wet panties. It felt wonderful to feel the cool air caressing her womanhood and she reached down and rubbed her aching, wet mound before pulling down her skirt and getting into her car. Before slipping the panties into her purse she brought them to her face in order to smell her arousal and feel her moisture on her face.

    Before long she was out of the city, onto the freeway and then weaving through some residential streets heading towards the university and her guesthouse. She could not resist any longer, she let her legs open and she pulled up her skirt and dropped a hand between her legs and began to toy with herself. She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped her hand inside in order to squeeze her breasts. Then again allowing her hand to fall between her legs she ran her fingers up her thighs, between her labia over her engorged clitoris now soaking wet with her arousal.

    Just at that point she saw lights in her rearview window, a police car bearing down on her driving. “Oh god…” She moaned as she pulled over, but the car sped past her. Parked on the side of the road for a moment she fantasized that was her husband in that police car and as he questioned her he could smell her arousal, he could see the wetness on her fingers. Chief Rollins would make her get out of her car and lean up against the car and spread her legs. He would make her lift her skirt all the way up to her waist. He would search her, feeling her breasts, squeezing her breasts, and then up her thighs, pulling her nether lips open, push his hand between her legs. Then he would spank her lightly for speeding before opening his pants and pushing his cock deep inside of her.

    Abi could feel an orgasm building, but she pulled her car out into the road and finished her trip to the guesthouse. She did not even bother buttoning her blouse as she rushed into the building after parking. Eschewing the elevator she took the stairs and was soon locking the door of her room behind her. Once in the room she dropped her purse beside the door, immediately kicked off her shoes, dropped her skirt, her blouse, her bra and fell into her bed naked. She closed her eyes conjuring up the image from earlier of laying on that private beach in Virgin Gordo so many years ago, feeling warm breeze caressing her body at the same time as she shared intimacy with new husband Xavier. Then she saw herself and Xavier walking naked hand in hand along the deserted beach. She was so in love then. He had not initially wanted to get naked with her, but eventually agreed once he realized they would be truly alone. She slipped a finger between her labia and found her wetness, pulling her finger out and licked it, both to taste herself and to help spread the wetness. She opened her legs by bending them at the knees and pushing her hand between her legs. She then began to gently push several fingers inside herself and then pull out and rub them all over her body including across her clitoris and on her nipples. Over and over she repeated this, bearing down on her clit a little harder each time as she continued to draw her fingers out of her vagina and move them to her lips flicking her tongue over her fingers. Then back down she dived again, rubbing harder and faster.

    She thought about Xavier. She moaned as she saw him standing in front of her with his penis erect waiting to fill her mouth and cunt. She quickened her pace even faster as she moaned softly. Images of her husband floated through her mind: his beautiful smiling face; his beautiful hard cock. She began to whimper as she bore down harder rubbing herself frantically. Her mind shifted to images and lovers from her past before she had met Xavier. She thought about Robin… She felt Robin’s tongue between her legs. She moved her left hand to her breasts and began to squeeze and pinch her nipples. She wanted Xavier’s cock…. In…. her… own… cunt!!!! She wanted Robin’s cunt on her face as her two lovers faced each other and began kissing and fondling each other. She screamed as an orgasm coursed through her body. Wave after wave…. She pushed three fingers deep inside of herself, fucking herself with them until the intensity began to dissipate. Slowing the motion she eventually came to a complete stop. She turned on her side and brought her knees up and lay in a fetal position with her right hand still between her legs pushed into her cunt and her left hand toying with a nipple. She began to cry softly as lay this way quietly listening to her quickened breathing. Slowly, laying on top of the covers naked she fell asleep.
     
    Robin was a bit surprised s he pulled their shirt back off their shoulders and with a few quick adjustments had used it to lock their arms tight at their sides and for a few brief moments they feared that he would use this advantage to ram his cock up inside them and in all honesty they didn't know what they would have done if he had, what they even could have done. Even though they were on top he had them in a tight grip and he would probably have managed enough thrusts to shoot his load before they could get free and away from him. But he did show enough restraint even as he took control of the situation by thrusting his cock along their slit and over their clit. It was a frenzied humping and they smiled down at him between louder and louder noises of pleasure. The impending orgasm would be a big one and then as he shot his load they cried out too, closed their eyes and tossed their head back but not before having caught a glimpse of his semen flying through the air to land on his own face. Their hips thrust on their own and their abdominal muscles spasmed as the orgasm completely took over their body.

    It might not have lasted all that long but for a few moments it was as if the world round them shifted between slow motion and fast forward. And then once they started to regain control over their body they kept rubbing along his shaft slowly for another few seconds before leaning down to kiss him and with a playful giggle start to clean his own cum off of him. His face first and as much as they wanted to share it with him they stopped themselves from kissing him with his cum on their lips and tongue. They then moved their lips and tongue down his chest, circled his nipples with their tongue and slurped up a few pools of cum that wasn't stuck to his chest hair and lastly they cleaned his cock and testicles from both of their orgasmic fluids.
    "Now that was fucking amazing," they said as they looked up at him from between his legs, licking their lips.
    They then crawled into the drivers seat and reached for their jeans to get a cigarette. They lit it without asking permission this time and relaxed back into the seat with their eyes closed. Had it been as good as it had been with his wife the night before. It was hard to say really and was there really any point in comparing the two?
     
    Xavier had thought their first orgasm was impressive, complimenting himself on his quick learning and skilled tongue. But as Robin's nearly nude body spasmed atop of him, milking every last drop of cum with her gyrations along his length, he knew he had taken them to the next level. He struggled to keep control of them and the sight of their well toned muscles writhing above him was something else. He released them and appreciated the clean up of his case. He felt that moment where he should kiss them but chickened out at the last minute, their mouth obviously full of his thick seed. He felt a little bad about that but was distracted as they worked their way down his neck and chest. Robin was beautiful in such an unconventional way, but that made them no less attractive. Abigail was and had always been a beauty of the classic variety, and in a way, appreciating Robin's features didn't diminish Abi's and his mind quickly pictured the two of them together with him. It was a silly fantasy, he knew, but the idea was very appealing. But all other thoughts scattered as their lips and tongue cleaned his cock and balls.

    It wasn't quite enough to get him hard again but he had no doubt they could if they were determined. He almost asked, but remembered he was supposed to not expect reciprocity for the pleasure he gave them, or Abigail. Besides, they were a fraction of his age, they might well kill him if he tried to keep up. He smiled contently as Robin made it to the driver's seat, admiring how nimble and flexible they were. He pulled his pants back up and closed them, leaning to one side to watch Robin as they casually lit a cigarette. Xavier wasn't about to lecture or forbid it, he was very much a contented man for the moment. "Yea, I got no words for that."

    "Do you want a shower or a drink or anything before I take you back to school, unless..." He thought about inviting them to stay the night, he hadn't slept alone for the longest time. But he had to remember that this was a means to an end, or so he thought. His goal was to get Abigail back and as of yet he couldn't conceive of a situation were she and they were both in his life, especially not sexually. "Do you think I'm ready, ready for Abi?" He asked, feeling something like a heel for talking about his love with his one time lover.

    On the ride back to the school, he asked them ideas about where to take Abi. He later called the mayor and arranged to take the next week off. He had to focus and barring some sort of criminal storm in the unlikely place of Sedgwick Kansas, he had the time coming. This week was going to be all about Abigail, though he wanted Robin as well. That night he sent Abi a text simply saying he loved and missed. But he left her alone other than that, as much as he wanted to call, he fought the urge. It was hard falling asleep, missing Abigail, being alone in bed, and thinking about Robin. Both made him hard, but he didn't do anything about it, feeling he was being rightfully punished for taking such good things for granted.

    He rose on Sunday, it took him a moment to realize Abi wasn't there. That realization hit him hard. He hoped she would return tonight. He recalled his discussion with Robin and went about planning the perfect evening for him and Abigail, if only he could get her to agree to give him another chance. He did laundry, googling here and there his way through it. He needed to make sure all scent of Robin had been washed away. The same for the truck where he found the rolled up sock from yesterday. He held it to his face and inhaled. He knew he should burn them in the barrel out back, but instead he slipped them into his jacket pocket. He then thoroughly cleaned the interior of his truck.
     
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