Sandra felt a surge of excitement about her date with Andre. She took extra time picking out her clothes, hoping to look casual but not older than she was. The ten-year age gap made her a little nervous. In front of the mirror, she pulled on her jeans, liking how they fit. She chose a white blouse and enjoyed the feel of the fabric. As she buttoned it, she noticed her bra was a bit visible and wondered if it stood out too much. She wanted to seem relaxed but still catch Andre’s eye. Jason had told Andre she wanted to keep things low-key. She wasn’t interested in a fancy restaurant or club, especially since she didn’t know how much money Andre had, since he wasn’t a pro ball player yet.

Sandra put on white tennis shoes and tied her hair back in a ponytail, something she usually only did at home. She hoped it made her look closer to Andre’s age. She didn’t like the idea of people noticing the age gap, but thinking about it made her feel both nervous and excited.

Jason smiled when he saw her outfit. “Great idea. You look amazing, and that should make him comfortable.”

“I wasn’t sure about the bra. Should I wear one under this blouse?” Sandra asked.

She had asked him the last time, so he didn’t wait and said, “Take it off. Young people do that all the time. It will visually reduce the age difference. After all, what married woman in her mid-thirties goes out without a bra on?”

“Well, let’s see,” Sandra said and took off the blouse and then the bra right there.

Jason’s heart pounded. He thought Sandra looked incredible, and watching her get ready excited him. But then jealousy hit, taking his breath away. He imagined Andre touching her, maybe even unbuttoning her blouse. That made his jealousy even stronger. Thoughts of Sandra with a younger man filled his mind, mixing need, longing, and possessiveness. He felt both anxious and turned on, shifting in his seat. He couldn’t tell if he was more aroused or unsettled. The feeling inside him grew, a mix of dread and excitement. He couldn’t look away, caught up in the emotions she stirred in him.

Sandra put the blouse back on, and they both realized that her breasts were clearly outlined. Her nipples grew hard, and they showed through the material.

Sandra looked into the mirror and said, “Yes, I like that.”

Jason said playfully, “Let me check it out.” With that, he boldly walked over, kissed her lips, and then moved his hand to her bra-free breasts. She moaned, and so did he.

“I think that works,” he said as his little penis throbbed in the cage now.

Surprisingly, Jason felt less nervous about this date than the last two. Andre didn’t seem like someone Sandra would fall for, and things felt lighter, almost playful. Still, as the time got closer, he felt a wave of vulnerability. It wasn’t just about the date; it was about watching someone else possibly win Sandra’s attention, even for a little while. When the doorbell rang, his heart raced.

He opened the door and saw a tall young man in pressed slacks and a Polo shirt, holding flowers. He had broad shoulders, dreadlocks tied up in back, and an athletic build. He looked just like an athlete.

“Uh… is this the right place?” the young man asked, suddenly appearing embarrassed. “I’m looking for Sandra.”

Jason almost laughed at how unsure he sounded. Clearly, Andre hadn’t expected a husband to answer the door.

“You’re in the right place. I’m Jason, Sandra’s husband.” He held out his hand.

Andre’s face showed his surprise before he awkwardly shook Jason’s hand. “Oh. I… I didn’t know…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll explain. Come on in. She’ll be out in a minute. Want a beer?”

“Uh… no, thank you. I’m driving.”

“That’s responsible. I respect that.”

Jason suddenly felt older than ever, like he was meeting his daughter’s prom date.

Andre sat stiffly on the edge of the sofa, looking around. After a long pause, he blurted out, “So… she’s really your wife?”

“Yes. We have a unique marriage. Sandra dates other men, and I’m okay with it.” Jason kept his voice steady and calm. “It took us some time to get here, but we found that being more open helped us grow and trust each other in new ways. We’ve set some ground rules, and it works for us.” He smiled again. “Relax. You’re here to have a good time. Don’t expect too much tonight. She likes to take things slow. But you’ll have fun.”

Andre swallowed and nodded slowly as it sank in.

Everything changed the moment Sandra walked in.

Andre stood up right away, staring at her like he’d forgotten to breathe.

Sandra smiled and walked over. “Are those for me?”

He blinked, then glanced at the flowers in his hand. “Yes. Sorry.”

“That’s very sweet.” She took the flowers and handed them to Jason to put in a vase. “So, where are we going?”

“Uh… well…” He hesitated briefly, looking embarrassed. “I got tickets to an outdoor concert. And I made reservations at a little Italian place near the venue. You like Italian, right?”

“Oh yes, that sounds perfect, Andre.” She linked her arm with his. “Let’s go.” She realized that meeting her husband had shocked him. He was very nervous, and she wanted to get him out of there before he changed his mind.

Jason saw the tension leave Andre’s shoulders. He eventually smiled as they walked to the door. Just before they left, Sandra turned and gave Jason a quick wink.

After they left, the house felt quiet, and Jason sat alone with his thoughts. He felt relieved but also uneasy. Watching Sandra leave with someone else always made him feel exposed. He knew he had accepted this, but the uncertainty was still both exciting and unsettling. He sighed and looked out the window, watching Andre’s truck drive away, not sure what the night would bring.

Near two in the morning, his phone pinged to let him know Andre’s pickup was in the driveway. She had texted him several times just to let him know she was okay. Jason pulled up the garage camera. As usual, the angle didn’t show much, but the moonlight was bright enough to reveal shapes through the windshield.

He watched Sandra lean over and kiss Andre. The kiss lasted, stirring a complex mesh of emotions within Jason. A stab of jealousy tugged at him, yet he couldn't deny the trace of pleasure and intrigue that ran alongside it. As Andre’s hand moved over her chest, more sure of himself, Jason realized that was exactly what he had done earlier. He knew how it felt.

For Sandra, the moment brought a rush of excitement, mixed with nerves and a thrill she hadn’t felt in years. The difference was that this time, she knew Jason was watching, and that made her feel powerful. As Andre touched her, she wanted to go further. Her body responded with heat that had been building all night. Seeing the eager look in Andre’s eyes, and knowing Jason was watching, made it feel right. She enjoyed being desired and liked the way her blouse slipped free as Andre’s touch grew more confident. As she felt Andre’s hands on her, Sandra was struck by the awareness that she wanted to be witnessed in this moment—not just by Andre, but by Jason too. The thought of Jason watching set off a deep pulse inside her, blending pride, desire, and a bit of mischief. Maybe part of her wanted to prove to herself that she was still irresistible, still powerful enough to command the attention of both men at once... especially since Andre was so young. She wondered if she craved validation or simply longed for the freedom to take pleasure without shame. Whatever the reason, being watched made everything feel more real and intense. In some way, she hoped to discover where her courage could take her, and how far she was willing to go now that she knew she was seen, cherished, and wanted.

Jason drew in a sharp breath when he saw Andre unbutton the blouse almost to the waist. Sandra didn’t try to stop him. He watched as the young man bent over and took a nipple into his mouth. He knew how sensitive Sandra’s breasts were and how it turned her on to have her nipples sucked. Then he watched as Andre’s hand glided into her blouse to play with her other breast. Sandra’s arm slipped out of sight, but Jason knew where it was. She was opening his pants. He couldn’t see his cock, but he knew she had it out. Even from afar, he could follow their movements, sensing a strange anticipation of what might unfold.

As a cloud passed over the moon, he saw her move lower in the seat. When the light came back, her head was moving in an even rhythm. It was apparent that she was sucking his cock. She had said she would try something new, but to him, it looked the same as before.

Jason exhaled slowly. He had expected something even more mysterious, but watching them still affected him. This was the second time he’d seen his wife with another man like this... sucking a cock. The jealousy and longing he’d told Sandra about came rushing back. Even though his penis was locked in a cage, his body reacted, pressing against the steel. Sandra’s head moved faster, and he saw Andre put both hands on her head as he apparently climaxed in her mouth. After a few moments, Jason watched her head reappear and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

A moment later, the truck door opened. From the inside lights, he saw Sandra sitting there, her blouse revealing her still naked breasts. Andre got out and went around to open Sandra’s door. As she got out with her blouse still open, Jason thought she glanced in the direction of the camera. For a moment, it seemed like she winked and licked her lips.

When they reached the porch, Jason quickly, with shaking hands, switched to the doorbell camera. He could hear bits of their conversation now.

“Thanks for a perfectly lovely evening,” she said in a whisper.

“It was my pleasure,” he said with a broad smile.

Jason thought the evening was over, but then Sandra stood upon her toes and whispered something to Andre.

“Really?” Andre said, sounding surprised.

“Only if you want to,” she answered quietly.

Jason frowned. He didn’t know what Sandra had whispered, and it left him confused and curious. He thought back to earlier that evening, remembering the playful glint he saw in her eyes as she was getting ready, the way she had lingered in the hallway with her hand on the doorknob, pausing just before they left. Sandra had looked back at him with an almost secretive smile and had said, “Wait up for me—I might have a surprise for you.” The words came back to him now, and he wondered if this was the surprise she had mentioned, or if there was still something more to come. Was it a plan he didn’t know about, something she had been anticipating all along? He tried to make sense of it, feeling his curiosity and nerves grow.

Then, without waiting, Sandra squatted on the porch. The camera showed her hands on Andre’s pants, opening his zipper and then his belt.

A moment later, she had them at his ankles, and his already hard cock was pointed directly at her face. It was a substantial cock to be sure. The shaft was long, and it twisted a little to the right. The head was crimson and large, like an apple on a stick. He wondered how Sandra had gotten it into her mouth. But then, his question was answered when his cock disappeared down her throat. Andre breathed out, his voice unsteady.

Hadn’t she already sucked him off? He was positive that she had. This wasn’t new, as she had sucked Darien off twice during their date. What was her plan now, he wondered.

“Damn,” Andre whispered. “You’re incredible.”

Jason watched, unable to look away, as Sandra kept going, taking him deep in her throat and then pulling back. Then her head began to move in a slow rhythm. His cock got increasingly wet as she worked on him. He could see her saliva dripping down to the opening in her blouse and between her bare breasts. Andre lasted longer than before because of what happened in the truck. Jason was breathing as hard as Andre when, at last, he tensed and moaned that he was close.

To Jason’s total surprise, Sandra pulled back at the last second. Instead of finishing like before, she used her hand and began stroking him. He could hear the wet sound of her hand on his throbbing cock. Moments later, Andre moaned loudly and climaxed. His cock started spewing his hot cum through the air and directly at his wife’s waiting face.

Jason gasped as he watched Andre’s release hit Sandra’s face, shining in the outdoor light. He could actually hear the splat. It ran down her cheeks, stuck to her lashes, dotted her forehead and lips, and dripped onto her white shirt. She didn’t move or wipe it away. She kept stroking him until he was empty. A small, intriguing smile formed on her lips, as if she were gracefully accepting this moment and controlling the narrative in her unique way.

Jason closed his eyes for a moment to steady himself. When he looked again, he saw her clean his shining cock, then kiss the head before putting him away.

She stood up and said, “Thank you. Tonight was a lot of fun. Good night.”

Andre fixed his clothes, still breathing hard, and surprisingly gave her a kiss on the lips. Then, with a dazed smile, he walked down the steps to his truck and drove away.

Sandra turned to the doorbell camera with a smile and a wink, Andre’s cum slowly dripping from her face. A moment later, she opened the front door and came inside.

Jason was still catching his breath when she appeared. He tried to stand, but seeing her like this made his knees give out, and he sat back down.

She stood there smiling, her face still shining. She felt proud and satisfied. She had created this moment and was in control. She did it for Jason, knowing, in a strange way, it would make him feel even more included. She also knew he would enjoy it. After all, many men liked seeing a woman take cum on her face—it was the highlight of many porn movies.

As the excitement faded, Sandra had a hint of doubt. Standing there, exposed and defined by the night, she wondered if Jason would see her the way she hoped. Her pride, combined with vulnerability, made her realize she had shown him something intensely personal. For a moment, she felt unsure and fragile, her heart beating fast as she waited for his response.

“Well,” she said with a light tone, “what do you think of my makeup?”

Jason didn’t answer. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He’d watched scenes like this in porn before, and like most men, it was a fantasy. But seeing his own wife with another man’s cum on her face was shocking. Still, Jason’s body reacted strongly.

Sandra crossed the room quickly and leaned down to Jason, her lips an inch from his mouth. Suddenly, she was pressing her lips to his, cum dripping from her face and down Jason’s chest. He wasn’t sure what to do. However, his excitement decided for him. He moaned and leaned into the kiss.

Sandra moaned softly into his mouth, her lips warm, wet, and inviting while they pressed against his. She kissed him slowly and deliberately, letting the slight bitterness linger on his tongue, a mix of tastiness and forbidden thrill. That scent was bewitching, with faint notes of musk combining with a trace of something forbidden. As she pulled away, a taste of sperm remained upon his lips, a tease of where she had been and what she had done. She helped him up from his chair and guided him to the sofa and they sat down.

His heart pounded, and he shook.

Sandra knew she had him.

“Clean my face,” she said, her face still dripping with Andre’s cum. It didn’t sound like a request, because it wasn’t.

Jason paused, watching another man’s cum run down Sandra’s face. Andre had cum a lot—more than Jason had seen, even in porn. He felt a mix of surprise and nervous excitement as he thought about Sandra’s demand. He knew he couldn’t refuse. She was doing this for him. His heart pounded as he did what she asked. As he licked her skin, he noticed how strange but thrilling it felt, discovering new boundaries. The taste was familiar now, and he found pleasure in knowing Sandra liked his obedience. He sensed this could be the start of something new and exciting, and it might not be the last time. As he cleaned her, he wondered whether Sandra would ask him for even more one day... there were other places he could clean it up from. He suspected she would. The thought made him both nervous and excited, leaving him tingling with curiosity and anticipation.

When Sandra’s face was clean, or as clean as Jason could make it, he sat back, surprised by his own obedience. He could still feel the residue on his lips and chin.

“You’re not done yet, whiteboy,” Sandra said.

Jason looked at her quizzically. Then he saw her pull open her blouse and gasped. There was more cum there than there had been on her face. Before he could protest, she pulled his head between her breasts. He knew he had no choice and began cleaning Andre’s cum from her breasts. Then he moved lower, licking down between her breasts until he reached her jeans. By this time, he was so worked up, he reached up and opened her jeans and pulled them down and off her legs. Her panties were soaked, but he didn’t pause there and pulled them off, too. A moment later, his face was buried between her very wet and swollen lips. She cried out and began to climax immediately.

Sandra was overjoyed at how this had worked out. She felt it was going to take him time to learn to clean her once her lover was done. Now, she knew he wouldn’t protest too much when she started allowing her lover to cum inside her. She felt what he was doing was important. It was a good way to keep him involved. She knew he would get used to it and maybe even come to enjoy it. Whether he did or not, he was going to do it, of that she was certain.

After Sandra had climaxed several times, she pulled his lips to hers again, and her tongue went into his mouth. They both moaned when they shared a very wet kiss.

Once she caught her breath, she said, “Do you want to hear about the date?”

Jason nodded, his head still spinning from everything that had happened. Still, he wanted to hear all the details.

“Get me a glass of wine, and I will tell you all about it,” she said.

“Can I wash my face?” Jason asked.

Sandra thought for a minute and simply said, “No.”

Jason walked quickly into the kitchen, his legs still shaking. He could feel the sticky substance on his face and even his bare chest. He brought a glass of wine back.

“Okay, get ready,” Sandra said.

Jason sat naked on the sofa, waiting for Sandra to tell him about her date with Andre. He wanted to hear her story, but his nerves were rising. Andre was clearly very virile, and Jason wondered what had happened before they got home. The end of the night had been so unexpected that he could barely process it. Watching Andre’s cum hit Sandra’s face felt unreal. Was that really Sandra on her knees? It was, but it was still hard to believe. She had played out, right on their front porch, every teenaged boys fantasy.

Sandra took a large drink of her wine and began.

“It was wonderful. I felt like a teenager again. We started at an Italian restaurant, and I was a bit nervous, but I don't think anyone noticed the age gap. The lighting was dim,” Sandra said.

“I am sure they didn’t. You could pass for your mid-twenties any day,” Jason replied.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” she said, kissing him again. “We talked about his dreams of making it to the big leagues. He has some good offers, but he's still waiting to hear from a few teams. The farm clubs don't pay much, so his parents have been helping him out. I felt bad and offered to pay for dinner and tickets, but he wouldn't allow me. While we shared a pitcher of Sangria, I could feel my nipples harden under his gaze. Not wearing a bra was definitely the right choice. It was a subtle, electric feeling that caused my skin to tingle. I noticed him sneaking glances at my chest more than once. When I caught him, he looked embarrassed, but I smiled and told him it was a compliment and opened a couple of buttons. After that, he stopped trying to hide it.”

“He said I had amazing breasts. I thanked him and asked why he liked older women. He said he always had, and in his first year of college, he had an affair with a professor in her early fifties. It lasted three years, until she moved to another school. He was so upset that he didn't date anyone until now. He knew he couldn't afford a relationship, but when he heard about the FLR program from friends, he decided to give it a try. The funny thing is, he didn't really know what an FLR group was about. That's why he was surprised when he met you.”

“He was very shocked to see that you had a husband,” Jason said with a smile.

“After dinner, we walked to the venue. He bought lawn seats, probably because they were cheaper, but I liked them. It felt private. He brought a blanket and a small cooler with cheese, a bottle of wine, and plastic cups. I honestly felt like a young woman again. When they checked his ID for the wine, they checked mine too. The attendant looked back and forth between my license and my face, like he thought it might be fake. I loved that. I joked that I could show him my birth certificate, but I forgot it. He laughed.

“See, not even a trained security guard could tell your age,” Jason said.

Sandra smiled again.

“So who was the band?” Jason asked.

“I don’t think you’d know them. I didn’t. Honestly, I can’t even remember their name. The band played pop music and even rap, with a wild display of lasers and lights. The beats thumped within our chests, matching the tension between us. Colors spun overhead, making the whole place feel dreamy, almost unreal. I probably would have gotten a headache if I’d really paid attention, but I was focused on something else. The darkness gave us some privacy. We drank, danced a bit, and then reclined on the blanket. I surprised him by kissing him deeply, and when he didn’t make a move, I took his hand and put it on my breast.

“He understood what I wanted and opened my blouse. I pulled his head to my breast, and he sucked my nipple. That made me reach down to feel his erection, which was definitely impressive. I glanced around and saw other couples doing similar things, so I felt bold enough to open his zipper and slip my hand inside. He was very hard, and truthfully, he was the biggest one of the three dates so far. He was so swollen, and I could feel that he was already wet.”

“Even bigger than Darien?” Jason asked.

“Yes, definitely. I really wanted to go down on him right there, but I decided to wait. I didn’t want to get out of control again... although I don’t think anyone I knew would be at that kind of venue.”

“You made the right call. That was pretty risky,” Jason said.

“It gets even crazier. I moved closer and took him out of his pants. No one could see us. I just wish I’d worn a skirt. I wouldn’t have stopped him if he wanted to touch me. Anyway, I stroked him slowly for a long time. It was pretty easy to do, but it took long strokes because he was so big. I would love to fuck him sometime. Anyway, we were both pretty worked up and left the show early. As soon as we got into his truck, we started kissing right on the parking lot. He actually took my blouse off and began to suck my nipples. His fingers slipped under my jeans and inside me. I was soaked and he slipped in easily. His hands and fingers are huge, and he found all the right spots. I climaxed like three times.”

Jason was trying to control his breathing, wondering where this was headed.

“Then you kind of saw what happened in the truck. He was surprised when I took him all the way down my throat. I didn’t plan to finish him there, but I got carried away. I wanted to taste him so much, I couldn’t wait. You know I’m hooked on semen. I figured he’d recover if I finished him, and you saw saw from the camera that he did recover. He said he had always been able to climax multiple times, especially with someone like me. That was sweet of him to say,” she said.

“Yes, and I tasted it. He came all over your face. It was a lot, especially for his second time,” Jason said, feeling his face get warm as he realized now he was talking about his wife letting another man cum on her face and then him licking it off.

“He did, and I knew you’d enjoy it, and so did I,” she replied. “I haven’t done that in ages, and it’s always a special thrill, though I hate wasting it and would rather swallow, but guys seem to really like that.”

“I suppose I have to admit that I did like seeing it, even if I was really shocked,” he said.

Sandra giggled and reached down, wrapping her hand around his cage. She could feel how wet he was. “This is all the proof I need,” she said, lifting her hand to her mouth and licking her palm.

Sandra smiled to herself, realizing she had accomplished what she set out to do. She was training Jason... training him to eat cum. It had worked better than she expected. Most of her FLR friends had their partners eat their creampies and wanted that as well. She didn’t want his first time to be when she had cum inside her. She didn’t want him to bulk at the idea, and now she knew he wouldn’t.

Jason said, “I am so worked up now. Can I eat you?”

Sandra said, “Okay. But let’s go to the bedroom. You can take your time with me tonight. I want it to last.”

On the bed now, he knelt between her legs and looked down at her. She was naked, legs spread in anticipation. His breath always caught when he saw her like this—her face flushed, her breasts rising and falling. He let his eyes travel down her body. When he reached her swollen lips, he found her soaked, even more than usual. It was apparent she had enjoyed her date with Andre. He knew she wanted him to take it slow, but he couldn’t wait. He was excited as well.

He lay down, spread her legs further, and began. He believed no one could please her the way he did, including Andre. To him, it was almost a science. He had learned all her favorite spots—where to start, how she liked to be licked, and when to move higher, resisting licking her clit for as long as possible. Sometimes she guided him with her moans or hands, but most of the time, he let him do what he wanted.

Within minutes, he made her climax several times. Then he turned her over and pleasured her again between her cheeks, until she came once more. She even pushed him onto his back and sat on his face, almost smothering him. She climaxed again and again until she collapsed.

He held her as she fell asleep, while he stayed awake, his caged penis still swollen. He could still taste Andre’s cum in his mouth. He couldn’t believe how much it had excited him. What she had done was unexpected to say the least, but even before tonight, when she had kissed him after having a man cum in her mouth, he penis had swollen in his cage. Sandra knew how to get to him, turning in on in ways he could have never believed. For most men, her constant teasing and doing unexpected things might feel like torture, but not for Jason. He was excited but not frustrated. His pleasure now came from serving her any way she wanted. Her pleasure was all he needed. He felt he understood something most men didn’t. Just being around her was like the excitement of a first date. The feeling never faded. He could please her every night and day, and that feeling never left him. Few people would understand the beauty of that, and they most likely never would. But he did, and that was all that mattered.

To Be Continued.