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Learning Lessons (5 of 8): Laid Bare // Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2025-04-28 23:00:05 +0000 UTCJess looked out the window from the master bathroom, down the street. No sign of Pete yet.
“Come on, Tyler,” she said.
Tyler was in the shower, the room steaming up from the heat. She had him in there, scrubbing himself clean. She stood by the window in her bare feet, naked, but she had her white terry robe on, tied around her waist.
The knob squeaked as he twisted it, shutting the water off, then the shudder of the pipes somewhere behind the tiles, hammering away. He whisked the shower curtain aside, and she blushed. It was still such a dirty thrill to see him naked in the daylight.
He stepped out onto the bathmat and she handed him a towel. He dried himself, and she watched the muscles in his shoulders squirm while he scrubbed the towel over his chest, the big slabs of muscle in the side of his hips bulging as he bent over. His skin was so tight his middle bunched up into a hundred folds when he bent to dry his feet and ankles. Then he stood up, smiled at her, let her take him in for a moment. She looked down at that big thing swinging between his legs, reddened by the shower's heat. He put the towel over it, scrubbed it dry, all his big man-parts bouncing around. He threw the towel over the toilet seat, manhood slapping against his thigh when he let it go.
“Where do you want me?” he asked her.
“Just sit on this stool,” she said, patting it with her palms. He turned around in the tight space and sat back on it. “Now what?”
Jess clutched the collar of her robe, looked down at him sitting before her. His legs were open, his huge cock and balls hanging heavy over the edge of the stool. Hanging down more than half a foot.
“What?”
“Oh. Uh, you just look incredibly good right now.”
Tyler leaned back, put his elbows on the counter behind him. “Hot water makes it hang,” he said.
“I’ll say.” She stepped between his legs, ran her hands over his muscles, over his stomach. “You are the hottest thing ever.”
“You are, too,” he said, and he kissed her chin, up to her lip, pulled the lip between his.
“Whoa, whoa,” she said, shaking it off, pushing away from him. “We’ve got work to do here.”
He smiled at her, a little too devilish. Made her want to climb on him and eat him alive. She couldn’t believe this perfection was here with her in her bathroom. Same boring, small space she used every morning for the last six years. Showering, pooping, peeing, makeup, hair. Now look at this. Look at what was sitting here right in front of her. She was so lucky she could spend time with a physical being so perfect. Couldn’t believe she could pull something so hot, so young.
“Whew,” she said, and cleared her throat. “Okay.”
Her glasses had fogged up again, so she cleaned them on a flap of her robe. She got her scissors and started clipping at the long strands of pubic hair around his penis. Pinched clumps in between her fingers, then clipped them away, sprinkling them on the floor next to her. She kept going around, pulling and snipping. When she started clipping the long hairs coming out of his scrotum, it shriveled, pulled his big balls up high, right in front of her eyes. “Oh, my,” she said.
“What?”
“Your balls are really afraid of scissors,” she laughed.
“I don’t think they trust you.”
“Aww, they don’t? After I’ve been so good to them?”
She blasted a few blueberry-pomegranate lines into her hand from the Lady Shave gel can, knelt down between his legs in front of his pendulous genitals. The sun was bright through the window, and she was up close in front of this thing, seeing it in dirty, dirty high-definition. It was a magnificent penis. She applied the gel, starting on his belly, working it into the patchy scruff she’d left him. She stroked the foaming gel partway down his shaft, feeling an incredible horny surge rush through her that almost made her shudder. His penis was so soft, so big and slippery in her hand. Her heart was starting to beat in her eardrums.
“Don’t get it in my hole.”
“Yeah, okay,” she said.
She wiped her hands on the towel, brought her pasta bowl down, already filled with hot water. Fresh pink lady razor right out of the wrapper. Popped the protective shield off. Her left hand cradled his flaccid cock, but when she brought the razor near it, her hand shook like mad.
“Oh, no—you’re sure you can do this?”
“Yeah, yeah, you’ve just got my heart racing is all.” She shook her arm out, swiveled her hand back and forth. It was steadier when she brought it back.
She slid the razor down his belly, scratching his hair away one swath at a time. She got his belly cleared, right to where his penis came out of his body. She swished the blade in the pasta bowl, rinsing it off. The razor worked down his shaft, starting at the base and coming down halfway. He had some hairs there she wanted to get rid of.
“You’re getting hard,” she warned him.
“You blame me? Open up your robe.”
“No way. We’ll be on the floor in no time, this thing buried in me.”
“You’re right. That sounds terrible.”
“This is for Pete today. We’re going to make him suffer. Okay?”
“I’m game.”
“Gosh, Tyler, don’t get hard. I can’t control myself.”
“That’s making me harder.”
She laughed, the blade shaking on his slippery penis.
“Careful.”
“There,” she said, squinting through her glasses at his big bald tool. “Now I have to do your balls.”
She rinsed the blade again, swished it around, got it clean and hot. She held his penis off to the side, up against his thigh. It was blocking her light, they should probably turn around, but Pete could be home any minute, and they didn’t have much time. She went over it and over it, swiping the front then the back, but every time she’d check she’d find another long hair there, and then she’d do it all over again.
Finally, she thought she was done. “Bald as can be,” she proclaimed, holding it in her hand and flipping it from side to side.
“Did it make it look bigger?”
She laughed at that one, made her toss her head back. “It sure did,” she said.
She lifted the bowl up and let his penis and scrotum sink into it. She used the water from the bowl, splashing it up his shaft and onto his belly. “That’s good,” she said, picked her towel up and dried him off.
“There we go.” She stood and grabbed her cocoa butter, shook the bottle.
“What’s that?”
“Probably your favorite part,” she said, squirting some into her hand. “Stand up.”
He stood and got right in front of her. She looked up at him, his blue eyes sparkling in the light from the bathroom window. She sucked her lower lip right into her mouth and rubbed the lotion into his balls, starting at the back, then the front, pulling them down and coddling them. Then she worked his penis, rubbing it up and down. It made Tyler groan, and she could see he wanted to kiss her. Her hands went up and down his half-hard cock, her eyes locked on his. He was pretty hard and getting harder. It was getting a little uncomfortable. She was about to lose control and spread her legs for him. She undid her robe, let it hang open, pushed her bare body against his, his cock sticking upward, flat on her belly, the head sliding between her breasts. She rubbed her body against it, felt it hard against her ribs, against her stomach, pressing it between them. She looked up into Tyler's eyes, his big hands under her robe, working over her back.
A car door slammed out front, and she darted to the window, tying her robe. Pete was home.
“Shit, he’s here, he’s here,” she said. “Quick, go jump into the bed.”
#
Well, it was done. It was done and it was horrible.
He’d managed to put it off for four weeks now. A month and three days.
He’d fired Karla. Karla didn’t take it well. She threw a tantrum, knocked a paperweight from his desk. Then she'd cried and he’d looked around his office, not knowing what to do. He watched Karla sob into her hands in the chair across from his desk, and when he stood up to see if he could find the nerve to put his hand on her back, Karla called him a fucking asshole. When she left at last, she'd slammed the door so hard the little sign with his name had flown right off it. It took them a few minutes to find it, him and Tamicka going around on their hands and knees until she found it under a desk, leaning against a waste basket.
After it was over, he left. Got out of the office. He went and sat in the crapper for fifteen minutes. Sat there talking to himself quietly with his pants still buttoned up.
He was very glad to be home.
The front door yanked open, pulled inwards as his hand came a breath from the handle. He jumped.
“Pete, get in here, quick.”
Jess was standing there holding the door in her short cotton robe, legs bare, nothing on her feet.
“Jess, what is it, what’s wrong?”
“Come in, Pete. It’s good. Something I want to show you.”
He stepped in, still a bit slow for Jess's liking. She pulled the arm of his coat.
“Come on, it’s cold out there.” She snatched his briefcase, tossed it into the closet.
“What is it?”
She was on the stairs already. “Pete the boys are at your sister’s for dinner. I said you’d pick them up. Please, come on, we only have an hour.”
He watched her legs as she trotted up the stairs, feeling himself get a little aroused. What was this?
He followed her, watching the flex of her calves, her perfect toes. “Baby, what are you going to do?”
“I’ll show you. I can’t wait, Pete, I’ve been absolutely dying to do this.”
“You’ve got me excited, Jess.” He was rushing close behind her.
“Yeah, look.” She held the door open, and he went into the bedroom, loosening his tie.
Tyler was stretched across their queen size bed, absolutely naked. He lay his huge body corner to corner, head on the pillow that Pete would rest his head on tonight.
The guy was beautiful. Pete had to admit it. The lacy curtains were drawn, and the afternoon light played across all the deep peaks and valleys of Tyler's abs and chest. He was the kind of dirty thing you would see on cards girls would give each other at Bachelorettes, then giggle and cover their mouths. He had both his hands laced behind his head.
“Hey, Pete.”
“Hey,” Pete said.
Jess locked the bedroom door behind her. “Okay, Pete, I want you to sit up on the pillow. My pillow.”
“What?”
She moved past him, patted her pillow. Sit right next to Tyler?
“Jess, I don’t know…”
“Please, Pete, just do it. Hurry.”
Pete went to the bed and sat down, tucked one leg under the other, kept his other foot on the floor. He looked awkwardly at Tyler. Too close to him. Tyler nodded, and Pete nodded in return.
“Pete, look,” she said. Jess was standing at the foot of the bed, one knee on it now, in between Tyler’s feet. She got low, and ran her hand over Tyler’s penis. It was hanging straight down, resting on the bed where Pete couldn’t see it. “See?” Jess picked Tyler's penis up and let it fall across Tyler's hip. “And…” She held Tyler's balls up now. “I shaved him.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, just now. You should feel how smooth it is.” She was running her finger over Tyler's huge penis, petting it.
“Jess, it was a really bad day.”
“Pete, don’t ruin this. Don’t be the party-pooper. Okay? I want you to watch something.”
Comments
Dan W
These chapters made me go back to the download and devour it in a couple of sittings. I’ll tell you what, if there was ever a woman to find the psychological buttons in her husband and mash them like she’s playing Street Fighter 2, it’s Jess Mapplethorpe. And she somehow stays sweet and gleeful and almost innocent while doing it (ok sometimes greedy and sadistic mixed in) 😏
Donkatsu
Jess being her usual perceptive, sensitive self.
