Sex Lessons
For the Nerdy Girl Next Door
By Matt P McMurphy
© 2012 Irish Lad Productions
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Behind Closed Doors In The Suburbs
Fucking the Nerdy Girl from Next Door
Behind Closed Doors In the Suburbs
You never know what goes on behind closed doors. What are people really up to? What’s important to them? What are they doing in there?
My wife looks like a normal, though quite pretty, woman in her late thirties. However, she’s in her middle forties, and has a few aspects to her personality that few know about. She has short brown hair, pretty green eyes, a cute little pointy nose, and full lips that are often curved up in a warm smile. Her body is still rockin’ as far as I’m concerned. She’s got nice C-cup boobs with nipples that make my mouth water, a thin waist and an ass that time forgot. She gets plenty of exercise, so she’s in great shape.
There are a lot of housewives, neighbors, or friends that would fit that description, though. Good looking women are not all that rare.
Women with a passion for jerking off a hard cock, or for blowing it like she was doing the thing she loved most in the world… That seems to be a little more rare.
Here’s how I know: I’ve talked to my friends. That’s also where I learned that what’s going on behind the closed doors in the suburbs can be very different from what you expect.
One day I got a call from my buddy Steve. He’d always complained to me that his wife is reluctant in bed. She’s hung up on something, and it keeps her from being the kind of lover he had always hoped she’d be. I didn’t blame him for hoping she’d be great in bed. She was a looker. Mary is a beautiful blonde with tits that look amazing in the cleavage revealing shirts she wears. She’s a little wide in the hips, but only in a way that makes you want to hang on to them as you picture yourself taking her from behind.
Steve asked if Nancy and I could come to dinner. No problem. We were all friends and we’d had dinner often over the years.
“I need to ask you guys a favor,” Steve told me.
I figured he needed an investment in something he was working on. I had no idea what he was talking about.
“What’s up?”
“I’ll tell you when you get here.”
Crap. Was he involved in a network marketing company? What the hell, maybe it was something good.
Nancy and I showed up at their house, wine bottle in hand. We sat around talking, mostly mundane stuff, like their kids (now at college), work, sports… After some very nice steaks Steve cooked on the grill, we were sitting in their living room. Steve seemed to be filling the wine glasses extra full, and Mary was draining hers at a quicker rate than usual.
“So what’s this favor?” I asked.
“I’m not sure I’m drunk enough to ask,” Steve replied, looking embarrassed.
“You need money?”
Mary’s pretty face was very red in the cheeks and she looked extremely uncomfortable.
“Come on, guys,” Nancy said. “We’re old friends. What do you need?”
Steve looked up at me, his head tilted down, his eyes looking up. He appeared to be silently asking permission to speak. I gave him a look that said, “Spit it out.”
“OK. We feel really weird about this, but it’s also really important. It’s important to our marriage.
“Nancy,” he looked at her sheepishly, “over the years, as we talked about our marriages, Mike has told me that you keep him really… Well… Satisfied. That you’re great with your hands.”
Mary downed her glass of wine and poured another.
Steve went on. “Now that the kids are out of the house, Mary and I want to improve our sex life. We want a little magic back. I… We, were hoping you could teach Mary some of the tricks that have Mike smiling all the time and bragging about you.”
“Fuck,” Mary said. “This is so embarrassing. Forget it.”
“No, no, no,” Nancy reached over and patted Mary on the hand. “It’s OK. I know you guys got married young. You probably don’t have a lot of experience. I understand completely. We never had kids, so we never had that kind of restraint on our sex lives.”
“How, exactly, do you want to do this?” I asked.
“Cucumber?” Steve asked. Clearly he hadn’t thought it through.
Nancy pounded down the rest of her wine. “How about a cock?”my horny wife asked. I knew she had an exhibitionist streak in her. She’d never been averse to showing her tits, or dropping to her knees and sucking my dick in semi-public places.
So there we were, in a normal suburban house, sitting with our normal suburban friends, and my wife was about to demonstrate how to please a hard, throbbing cock. Passersby would never guess that was going on behind that door.
“Come closer, Mary,” she said as she got on the floor near my feet. She began to unbuckle my belt, unbutton my pants, and pull down my zipper. I lifted my ass up so she could pull my pants down. She took the pants and underwear in one pull, then removed my shoes and socks and took them all the way off.
Mary’s eyes were got huge as she knelt next to Nancy. My cock is… Well, hell, I don’t know. I haven’t seen a lot of guys with their junk erect. Nancy says I’m big, but she loves me and wants me confident. I guess I must be a little above average, and I know my dick is thick, because I heard that from several lovers before Nancy. Given I was only semi-erect, I think the fact that my cock and balls were shaved is what made Mary’s eyes go wide. Nancy likes me neatly trimmed. Often, she does it for me. She loves cock. She’s not real fond of kinky, course pubic hair, though.
Nancy took my cock in her hand lovingly and gently squeezed it. “Do you want to see a hand job, or a blowjob?”
“Blowjob!” Steve said.
“Hand job first,” Mary insisted.
Nancy laughed. Steve just wanted to watch her suck my dick. “We’ll demonstrate the hand job,” she said. “Steve, be a dear and go get me some baby oil.”
First Nancy explained the cock to Mary. She showed her the sensitive spots, on the head, the area just below the head on the underside, and the little line running along the bottom side. She explained that the skin on the sides and top of the cock was not that sensitive, but that those areas responded to massage. She showed her how to gently hold the skin and to move it back and forth over the cock, not going too far so she didn’t pull the skin.
After this intro, I was still only half-hard, but as she showed the gentle, dry massage technique I began to harden. When Mary took over I got really hard. Her hand was warm, and her touch was nice. It was strange to have a new hand on my cock, exploring its firmness and tentatively tugging it.
“How’s she doing?” Nancy asked.
“Just right,” I said. “But the angle needs to be straight up, or toward me. Bending it toward you isn’t as good. Your hand feels wonderful, though, Mary.”
“OK. Give me the baby oil, Steve.”
Nancy took the baby oil and poured a small amount on my cock head, then stroked my whole cock, spreading the oil. As she was doing this she explained how lubrication was important, whether it was oil, KY, or saliva.
She started by showing Mary how to slide her hand up and down the shaft, not using too much pressure. She showed her how to run a finger up the bottom side lightly to stimulate the sensitive nerves. Mary took over and slid her hand up and down my cock.
“A little lighter,” I coached her.
She relaxed her grip and soon she was beating me off like a pro.