A Wild Summer Serving a Trophy Wife’s Many Naughty Needs - Part 4 (Patreon)

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 Each time Lucas stepped into the bar that morning he felt his throat constrict and his pulse quicken. Each time he saw Sarah standing behind the bar the same thing happened. Each time he failed to ask her out as Mrs. Bannister had instructed.

"Is everything okay today?" Sarah asked as noon fast approached and the volume of orders began to increase thanks to the fact that most of the first and second wives tried to get close to noon before they started drinking.

"Uh...yeah, why do you ask?"

She smiled in a manner that made his heart flutter a bit and Lucas wondered if she could see what he imagined was a rather stupid grin on his face. "You seem different." She lifted her hand and moved it in a slow circle like she was encompassing his body. "There's a nervous energy coming off of you."

Lucas was impressed with her powers of observation. He'd been nervous all morning, and not because he was worried about disappointing Mrs. Bannister. He was worried because he wanted to go out with Sarah and he feared that she'd reject him.

"Okay...yes...I'm nervous."

"Why?" she asked before her lips curled into the slightest smile, as if she knew exactly why he was so nervous.

Lucas took a deep breath, closed his eyes for far longer than he should have while having a conversation with someone, and then opened them once more and let rip. "I'm nervous because I really like you. Because you're beautiful and smart and funny. Because you're obviously pretty perceptive. I'm nervous because I want to ask you out."

Sarah finished making the drinks he'd soon deliver to a group of four first wives - all of whom had spent most of their morning gossiping about one of the newest second wives spending her summer at the club - and then rested her elbows on the bar, leaned over, and smiled at him.

"So, are you going to do it?"

He stared at her dumbly. "Do what?"

Sarah laughed. "Ask me out."

She wasn't going to say no. Lucas was certain of it. She wouldn't have been smiling and laughing if she was going to turn him down. He felt a huge sense of relief. "Oh, right, yes, can I take you out...this weekend, I guess?"

She smiled brightly. "Yes, you can."

More relief flowed through Lucas. He felt the tension leave his shoulders and neck. He felt himself smiling as broadly as he ever had. Sarah beckoned him closer and he approached the bar. She pressed her hands on the shiny mahogany wood, lifted her body off the ground, and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. The split second when her warm, soft lips rested against his skin was pure bliss.

"I was hoping you'd ask me out," she confessed. "I wasn't sure you liked me, but I was hoping you'd ask me out. So thank you for doing so. Where are we going on our date?"

Lucas wasn't prepared for the question and he again he stared dumbly for a few seconds before saying, "I haven't figured that out yet. I'll make it good, though. I will."

He grabbed the tray of drinks, smiled at Sarah, and turned to head back out to the pool deck.

"I'm looking forward to it!" she called out.

He looked over his shoulder and replied, "Me too!"

Lucas then tripped and spilled all four drinks, shattering the glasses. Sarah came running out from behind the bar and laughed as she stood next to him. Her hand moved to his lower back and Lucas felt his cock stir at her touch. Then she kissed him on the cheek again and he very nearly sprouted an erection.

"I'll take the blame for that," she said softly. "You clean up the mess and I'll make the drinks again. If you work quickly, no one has to know about it."

Two kisses on the cheek in the span of just a few minutes bode well for their date, assuming Lucas didn't screw it up in one of a dozen different ways. Nervousness crept in again as the victory of securing a date transitioned to thoughts of how things could go wrong as Lucas cleaned up the glass and alcohol that soaked the hardwood floor by the bar's entrance.

Lucas just had to make sure it was a good date, and if he was lucky he'd find a way to make it great. How he would do that was another story, but he had a few days to come up with the perfect idea.

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"So, did you pop the question?" Mrs. Bannister - or Grace, as she insisted Lucas call her - asked as she lowered her sunglasses.

As always, she looked magnificent. On this particular day she wore a black bikini with gold buckles at her hips and between her breasts. Most of the women lounging by the pool wouldn't have been able to pull it off, but Grace looked spectacular.

Lucas handed the beautiful married woman her drink and nodded. "I did. She said yes."

The smile on Grace's face struck Lucas as genuinely joyful, like she took great pride in the fact that she'd helped him get a date with the girl he had a serious crush on.

"When and where?"

She sipped her drink and Lucas took a moment to marvel at the fact that Grace could look sexy doing something as simple as drinking.

"This weekend and I'm not sure where," he said. "I don't...I haven't dated a lot, to be honest, and I'm not really sure what to do."

Grace uncrossed her long, tanned legs and Lucas couldn't help but stare as he held the drinks tray behind his back. He thought of how he'd gone down on her just a few days ago and immediately pulled the drinks tray in front of his crotch to cover the bulge that formed in his shorts.

"Well, it's been quite some time since I was your age, Lucas, but I'm certain that there's virtue in keeping it simple. When you get a little older - when you're pursuing a career and making real money - you might find that it's important to impress a woman by taking her to an expensive restaurant and driving her there in an expensive car, but you're young and free and not really making any money at all, so something simple that gives you plenty of time and space to get to know each other is probably the best choice."

Grace sipped her drink and smiled as Lucas unabashedly glanced at her breasts. It was hard not to picture them naked, a sight that had played in his head on more than a few occasions as he'd masturbated to a furious orgasm while thinking about the older woman splayed out in front of him.

"Have you been to that place on the beach with the fried fish? I think it's literally called The Fish Shack. They've got picnic tables in the sand, umbrellas, you order at the counter. The food is actually supposed to be really good and I'm pretty sure that when I was your age I would have loved sitting across from a guy I really liked at a place like that. Plus, you could go for a walk on the beach afterwards."

Lucas knew they had bike rentals down at that beach, too, and he figured it might actually be great to spend the day biking along the beach, checking out the shops, maybe even popping into the charmingly retro arcade someone had just opened.

"That sounds perfect. Thank you, Mrs...uh, Grace. I really appreciate the advice."

She crossed her legs once more, sipped her drink, and said, "You're coming by the house for another tennis lesson tomorrow, right?"

Lucas nodded.

"Is it safe to assume you hope to kiss your date this weekend?"

"Yes."

Grace smiled, sat up, and looked up at him. "Then we'll have to make sure you're a good kisser. I promise, even if the date doesn't go perfectly, if you kiss her the way she wants to be kissed she will absolutely agree to a second date."

Lucas was aware that he was playing with fire where Grace was concerned. Mr. Bannister could unleash hell on Lucas if he knew what was happening after - and sometimes before - the tennis lessons he was playing for. Sarah probably wouldn't have been thrilled to know that Lucas sometimes engaged in sexual play with one of the second wives. He couldn't cancel the lessons, though. It just wasn't an option. Plus, if Lucas was being honest, he found it exciting to do whatever it was that Grace wanted him to do.

"Oh...okay," he said with a slight smile.

She looked amused - perhaps at his discomfort - and then laid back, sipped her drink, and pulled her sunglasses over her eyes.

"I'll check back in a little later," Lucas said.

"Thank you, Lucas. I'm sure I'll want lunch soon enough. The pool guy was at the house today and as I'm sure you know I tend to get awfully hungry after he comes for a visit."

Lucas thought of Grace and the muscular young pool guy having sex. He hadn't witnessed it, but she'd described the vigorous nature of the fucking that went on between them. He'd pictured it a few nights ago while masturbating and had experienced quite the thrilling orgasm. In that moment, standing there on the club’s pool deck, Lucas felt gentle tremors of that same pleasure emanating from his loins.

"Of course. I'll bring you a menu in a little bit."

Grace traced her finger along the outside of her glass, soaking up some of the condensation before placing it between her lips and sucking it clean. It struck Lucas as wildly sexy and awfully bold given the prying eyes of every other woman at the pool.

"See you soon," she said softly.

Lucas turned and headed back to the clubhouse with half an erection in his pants. The moment he stepped inside he closed his eyes, leaned against the wall, took a deep breath, and conjured images of professional golf, the most boring televised sport in the world. His heart slowed and his cock softened enough that he could head back out to the pool deck and see if anyone needed a refill.

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To Lucas's surprise, Grace answered the door when he knocked with his tennis bag slung over his shoulder. She pulled it open dramatically and held a pose for a few moments, presumably so Lucas would stare at her outfit of a short, light pink tennis skirt and a sports bra. Her feet were bare and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and Lucas did stare because she looked just about perfect.

He noted that her chest was flushed red and her cheeks had the same rosy hue. There was a fine sheen of sweat along her hairline, too, and he wondered if she'd just finished a workout.

"Come in," she said after a moment. "It's Marta's day off, so it's just me today."

Lucas felt an instant sense of excitement as he stepped into the otherwise empty house with the beautiful, flirty, sexually open woman who he found utterly impossible to resist.

"You just missed Robert, actually. He woke up feeling more amorous than usual today so I treated him to something a bit naughty after he'd had his breakfast."

Lucas wasn't sure why, but he hoped Grace was about to share what she'd done with her husband. She didn't say anything, though, instead leading Lucas into the expansive kitchen with its marble countertops, copper pots hanging above the stove, and gigantic refrigerator that Lucas assumed held all sorts of expensive and luxurious culinary wonders.

Grace leaned against the counter and Lucas noted that her breasts looked especially arousing as she leaned back just a little. He met her gaze and was surprised to find a decidedly seductive look in her eyes as she studied him.

"Have you gotten a blowjob yet, Lucas?"

An instant sense of embarrassment gripped Lucas as he shook his head. To his great disappointment he'd yet to experience that particular form of pleasure.

"My husband is very fond of blowjobs," she said with a smile. "In my experience, all men are fond of blowjobs, as I imagine you'll be after you experience it for the first time."

Though the content of the conversation wasn't particularly arousing, Lucas still found himself getting turned on to the point that he'd sprouted a bit of bulge in his workout shorts. Grace took note of the bulge - and smiled at its presence - but offered no verbal acknowledgment of it.

"I've always enjoyed giving head," she continued. "Not with every guy - some are way too interested in trying to make me choke on their cocks - but in most cases I enjoy it. I like the sense of power I have over the men I suck off, many of whom are really quite powerful themselves. If I do a good job, they become somewhat helpless, and the closer they get to orgasm the more desperate they are for what I can offer, for the pleasure of my mouth."

Lucas was now sporting a full erection, due in large part to the massively erotic manner in which Grace shared her story. The fact that she was running her hands over her body at the same time also aided his body's quest for full arousal.

"I know people assume I'm not attracted to Robert, that I'm just a gold digger. I am, though. He's a powerful man and I find that irresistible. It makes me want to get on my knees for him, but not because I want to submit. It makes me want to get on my knees to take control, to lure him into that place of arousal with a long, slow blowjob and to make him desperate for the kind of orgasm I can give him. My pussy gets so wet when I feel that power, when I wield it over my husband for however long I have him enthralled with me like that."

Grace lifted her skirt and slipped a hand into her panties. She masturbated as Lucas watched from just a few feet away. He could hear how wet her pussy was and her nipples had stiffened and were now obvious through the thin material of her sports bra.

She looked at him, pulled her fingers from her panties, and sucked them clean in the most erotic manner Lucas had ever witnessed. It was like she'd transformed into his own personal pornstar, though of course his cock had yet to get involved in the proceedings and there was no guarantee it would.

"Have you thought about Sarah giving you a blowjob?" she asked.

Lucas shook his head. He'd thought of kissing Sarah - he'd thought about it a lot, actually, especially after she'd kissed him on the cheek - but for some reason his mind hadn’t wandered to thoughts of anything more than making out with her.

"You'd enjoy it if she did, though, right?"

He nodded. Of course he'd enjoy that.

Grace smiled and stepped closer. She lifted the tennis bag off his shoulder, set it on the ground, and moved behind Lucas. He felt her breasts press into his back before her lips brushed against his neck.

"You know, I like that you haven't thought about her in that way, Lucas. It makes me think you're just as sweet as I've suspected since I first met you. It's that sweetness - that innocence - that makes you so much fun to play with, if I'm being honest."

Lucas found that he couldn't quite manage to speak, mostly because Grace kept kissing the back of his neck and occasionally brushing her fingers against the straining bulge in his shorts.

"If you make her feel good, Lucas, she'll want to make you feel good. Guys your age always make the mistake of thinking that girls don't want to try sexual things, don't want to have fun. They act like they need to trick them, or cajole them, that the girls are giving something up that they don't want to give up. It doesn't have to be that way, though. If you make her feel good - if you make her feel things no man has made her feel before - she'll want to make you feel good, Lucas. She'll want to show you that she can make you feel as good as you make her feel."

Lucas suspected she was actually giving good advice and he tried his best to listen and soak it up as Grace lured him into an ever deeper sense of desire.

"I want to make her feel good," he said. "I do."

"I know you do," she whispered. "Because you've wanted to make me feel good since that day I had you go down on me in the bathroom at the club. You're good at it, too, but you can be so much better, Lucas. I'd be willing to help you with that, with getting better at making women feel good. Would you like that?"

"Yes, I would. I would."

Grace pushed him forward until Lucas's hands rested on the kitchen counter. Then she quickly spun him around and pressed her body against his. His cock pushed against her stomach and her breasts felt wondrous against his chest.

"It starts with being a good kisser, with using your lips and tongue to arouse her, to show her that you're skilled, that you're passionate, that you want to connect with her on the deepest, most intimate level imaginable."

Grace's lips were achingly close to his, but Lucas resisted the urge to lean forward and kiss her. He knew better than to do that. She was in control.

"Do you want to kiss me, Lucas?"

He nodded.

"My husband's cock was in my mouth this morning, Lucas. His cock was deep in my mouth. His balls were in my mouth. I spent nearly half an hour pleasuring him as he sat on the living room couch. He came in my mouth, Lucas. No more than ten minutes before you arrived, my husband came in my mouth after half an hour of cock and ball sucking on my part."

She leaned a little closer and he could feel her breath against his face.

"Do you still want to kiss me, Lucas? Do you want to kiss the lips that were around another man's cock? Do you want my tongue - the tongue that was coated in my husband's cum - in your mouth?"

"Yes," he admitted as his dick throbbed even harder. It was weird - fucked up, perhaps - but Lucas's desire to kiss her had only deepened as she'd described having pleasured her husband's cock and balls.

"The first kiss with Sarah should be with an open mouth but no tongue," she whispered. "Try it."

Lucas reached up and caressed the side of Grace's face, stared into her eyes for a moment, and then tilted his head and kissed her. His lips parted but he held his tongue back despite his desire to aggressively invade her mouth.

"That's good, but a little softer. It feels like you're trying to crush my lips with yours. It should feel sensual, erotic."

He kissed her again, this time softer.

"Very good, Lucas. Now add just a little tongue. Just the tip. Think of it as an invitation to Sarah to let her tongue indulge in a bit of pleasure as well. If she wants it, she'll make contact."

Again Lucas caressed her face and this time Grace smiled. He tilted his head and kissed her. He started with just an open mouth but then offered just a hint of tongue like she'd suggested. He did so twice before she offered hers. Their tongues met and danced a little and he couldn't help but moan at how astoundingly good it felt. To his surprise, he thought of Sarah as they kissed. He thought of how good it would feel to kiss her, to feel her tongue gently dancing with his, to caress her face.

"That's very good," Grace whispered. "Now go a little deeper with your tongue. Keep it slow, though, and don't go too deep, and don't keep it in my mouth for too long. I don't want to feel like you're trying to explore the shape of my molars."

They kissed again and Lucas felt his tongue go too deep and too fast. He pulled back and slowed down. Grace rewarded him with a moan and he couldn't help but think of her lips around Mr. Bannister's cock, of her tongue moving all over it, of her tongue being coated with her husband's cum. Any thoughts of Sarah had disappeared and in their place was a different kind of desire, one fueled by something Lucas didn't quite understand.

He moved his hands to Grace's back and pulled her closer. He parted his lips a little wider and when her tongue moved into his mouth he sucked on it a little. It felt good and his cock jumped in his shorts before she pressed her hips forward, generating a rather pleasing kind of friction for the head of his stiffness.

"That was fun," she whispered, "though I wouldn't recommend doing it with Sarah."

"I know," he said. "I just...I don't know what came over me."

"I think I do."

She stepped back and took her sports bra off, exposing her flawless breasts.

"I think you were thinking about me sucking Robert's cock. I think you wanted to feel my tongue in your mouth, Lucas. I think you wanted it in your mouth because you were thinking about the fact that my tongue had pleasured my husband's cock and balls just before you got here."

Before he could say a word - or think much of anything - Grace pressed her body against his once more. She kissed him deeply, invading his mouth with her tongue in the manner she'd told him to avoid with Sarah. He understood why she’d given that advice. It was an overwhelming feeling, but in this particular case Lucas found it thrilling. He didn't entirely want to believe what she'd said - that he liked that she'd sucked cock just before him getting there and he wanted her tongue in his mouth - but it was hard to deny it based on how turned on he was.

"I think you might be a little bit kinky, Lucas," she whispered.

He wasn't even really sure what that meant, but he offered no argument.

"Maybe your new girlfriend will be kinky too. Sometimes you get lucky with those things. If not, though, I can have fun with that part of you for the rest of the summer, at least."

Grace lowered her skirt and her panties, leaving her naked in her kitchen while Lucas remained fully clothed. A million thoughts ran through his head, though the most prominent was that he'd very much like to go down on her again.

"Can I go down on you?" he asked.

Grace smiled. "In a way, yes. I'd like you to go down on me, but not my pussy. I'd like you to eat my ass, Lucas. I'd like you to lick my asshole while I masturbate. You can jerk off if you'd like, but if you cum I'm going to make you lick it off the floor. Do you understand?"

Lucas wasn't sure if she was excited by the idea of him licking his cum off the floor or if she'd made the threat because she didn't want him having an orgasm. He didn't have much time to think about it, though, as Grace pushed him to his knees, spun around, bent over, and grabbed a handful of his hair.

A moment later his face was between her perfect ass cheeks and his tongue was dancing over her asshole. He was surprised at how pleasant she smelled and the taste wasn't really objectionable, either.

The arousal was unexpected, though. He was licking her asshole. He was doing something he thought he would have hated, something that he thought would have been disgusting. It wasn't, though. It was hot. It was enthralling to feel his tongue move back and forth over the wrinkled, tight flesh of her asshole. It was enthralling to think that he was licking the place on her body that was unquestionably the dirtiest.

Lucas pulled his shorts and underwear down and freed his cock without thinking about it. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and stroked slowly. His touch was explosively pleasurable, so much so that he moaned while licking the asshole of the beautiful older woman in front of him.

"That's it, Lucas," she encouraged him. "Stroke your cock. Cum all over that gleaming floor while you eat my ass. Cum for me and then bend over and lick it up. Lick up your fucking load."

She wanted him to cum. She wanted him to lick it up. That was clear. Lucas cumming would play a part in her pleasure and in the moment he wasn't inclined to deny Grace anything she wanted.

Cumming came easily to him. It happened in an instant once she'd encouraged him. He licked her asshole furiously and unleashed on the floor, stroking his cock as his loins pulsed intensely, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body as he nearly lost his balance and toppled over.

Grace stood up, spun around, took a few steps forward, and pointed at the floor where a puddle of his cum rested. "Lick it up, Lucas. Lick it up while I masturbate."

She hadn't cum. Her pussy was wet and her labia were plump. She was going to cum while he licked his load off the floor and for some reason Lucas found that enthralling. He bent over and ran his tongue through his cum. He licked up what he could. The taste was awful and the texture even more so. It didn't matter, though. He licked ravenously and then sucked up what his tongue couldn't corral.

Grace came while he licked up his mess and Lucas felt an unexpected sense of joy at her climax. He kept licking up his load, too, doing so until he'd cleaned the floor.

Then Lucas sat back on his knees and looked up at her as Grace smiled down at him.

"Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome. Now let me get dressed so we can start the tennis lesson." She paused for a moment and then added, "If you're lucky I'll let you lick the sweat off my pussy when it's over."

A surprising shudder of pleasure moved through Lucas and he said, "I'd like that."

"I know you would."

Lucas marveled at her beauty, at her sexiness, at her seeming ability to read his mind and discern sexual desires he didn't even know he had. He stood, tucked his cock back into his pants, grabbed his tennis bag, and shifted his mind to thinking of the lesson and the ultimate goal of helping Grace compete for the club doubles championship with her husband.

He knew it would prove difficult to concentrate - what with the promise of going down on her once the lesson was over - but Lucas would find a way and with any luck he'd claim a reward - a reward he never knew he wanted until Grace suggested it - when the lesson was over.