Trisha's Fixation: Part Three

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

Chapter Three: The Need

Trisha was still thinking about it when Kevin came home to find Tyler at the kitchen table. She felt foolish and guilty for keeping a secret from her husband. She was a terrible wife. It hadn't exactly been cheating, but in a way, it had been. And she was contemplating going further with her hung neighbor. Not only contemplating it, but looking forward to it in a way that she hadn't looked forward to a sexual experience before.

Her nipples were stiff and her pussy was so wet just remembering how Tyler's big dick had felt in her hands, how close it had been to her mouth. Worst of all, she imagined how it was going to feel when he fucked her. Because she already knew that it was the unavoidable conclusion.

She'd already stroked his cock. Tomorrow she'd suck on it. But Tyler wouldn't be happy with that. His superior, knowing grin when he looked at her told her that. He wasn't going to be satisfied until he had that big cock inside her. And, God help her, she wanted to feel it, too.

Trisha's mind was a jumble of dirty thoughts, mixed-up images of all the porno videos, the squealing, excited, orgasming women being pounded into slutty jelly by hung studs. Among those was her own imagined self, with her legs spread and Tyler's muscled body on top of her, pushing that thick log of a dick inside of her and turning her into one of those women. One of those sluts. Those slutty wives that got railed by other men as their husbands watched.

"Oh, hey Ty," Kevin said as he came through the door, disappointment clear in his tone.

His eyes shifted briefly to Trisha as she pulled a tray of rolls from the oven and she raised her brows in a, "What else could I do," gesture.

"Hey, Mr. Piper," Tyler called back, looking up from his phone.

Kevin set his briefcase aside and went to his wife, Kissing her lightly on the lips, then taking a seat at the table with Tyler.

"I hear you're helping Trish in the yard," Kevin said. "Thanks for that. What do I owe you?"

Tyler shook his head and said, "I couldn't do that. I think it's fun. And Mrs. Piper is super cool, so don't worry about it."

"You sure?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah," Tyler assured him. "I needed a big job to keep busy with. If it's a little hard, all the better."

Trisha yelped as she burned her finger on the tray.

"You okay, babe?" Kevin called.

Trisha turned on the sink and said, "Fine."

"That thing's kinda hot," Kevin jested.

"Yeah," Trisha muttered. "Hot."

Tyler and Curt chatted for a few minutes as Trisha brought dinner to the table, then she joined them.

"Tyler made out a whole sketch of the yard for me," Trisha said as they ate.

"Oh?" Kevin said.

"It was nothing," Tyler added.

"It wasn't nothing," Trisha said. "It's even got suggestions for other plants to get. We're going to the garden center tomorrow, so Tyler can teach me all about plants. He's a great teacher."

She hadn't meant that to sound lascivious, and to Kevin, it wouldn't, but there was another meaning behind it that she saw Tyler understand. It made her blush.

"Hey, always good to pick up a new skill," Kevin said.

"Don't worry, Mr. Piper," Tyler said. "I'll make her a pro in no time."

After Tyler left, Kevin flashed his wife a playful grin and started toward her. Trisha had been anticipating this, however, and stopped him.

"Honey," she said, yawning. "It's been a really hard day and I'm a little chaffed from working in the yard."

Kevin's face fell but he nodded and said, "That's alright, babe."

After a little TV time, Trisha was genuinely tired from working under the sun most of the day and they went to bed. As they lay together, Trisha cuddled against her husband, her nipples stiff as she thought about getting to put her mouth around Tyler's cock tomorrow. So far, she'd avoided orgasming. She just had to get through the morning.

"I'm sorry I'm so tired," she whispered to her husband in the dark. "Maybe I can help you, though?"

Her hand slid down to his cock beneath his boxer shorts and she rubbed it softly as she kissed him by the ear. She slipped her hand into the shorts and found his dick, soft and small. She wrapped her fingers around it and gently stroked it, kissing gently as she felt it begin to stiffen in her grasp. Kevin growled his appreciation in his throat.

Trisha ran her hand along his prick, so thin and short. It wasn't at all like Tyler's. Just tugging on it as she was now, with a single hand, felt so unsatisfying after handling her neighbor's thick, beefy stalk. Kevin's hardly even seemed like a real cock after watching the videos and feeling the way Tyler's huge organ pulsed and throbbed in her hands like it was alive.

All too soon, Kevin's cock gave a twitch and began to pour a thin film of semen over her hand as he groaned. Trisha pumped the little puddle out of him, feeling irrationally disappointed. She'd stroked Tyler's cock for nearly twenty minutes, which had taken both hands, and she was certain that he never even came close to cumming. Trisha pulled her hand from Kevin's boxers and wiped his cum on the outside of them.

"Thanks, babe," Kevin whispered. "I love you."

He put his arm around her and spooned into her butt when she turned over.

"You, too," she mumbled, staring into the dark with her mouth watering.

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Trisha was awake early in the morning before the alarm went off. She watched the clock tick closer to when it awaken Kevin, but she switched it off before the buzzer. Then, she lay awake and watched it some more, waiting nearly thirty minutes before she sat up with a start and jostled Kevin.

"Kevin!" she hissed.

"Huh?"

"Wake up! We overslept. You're going to be late."

Kevin rolled over tiredly, looked at the clock, and muttered a curse before he got out of bed and hurried to the shower. Trisha felt both guilty and satisfied that she'd avoided having her pussy eaten this morning. While Kevin showered, she got coffee ready, then saw her flustered hubby off a short time later.

Sitting on her side of the bed, she pulled up her phone and touched herself while watching more blonde wives playing with, sucking on, and being fucked by big-dicked men. It had become a new morning ritual the past couple of days as her obsession grew, but today she wouldn't cum. That was a somewhat uncomfortable feeling, as she was not used to denying herself. In fact, going without an orgasm for this long was a rarity, as Kevin was happy to lick her to cumming at least three times a day.

As a result, when she met Tyler in the backyard just after 10:00, Trisha's pussy was sluttily wet and needy. Today, her hung neighbor arrived wearing a pair of shorts, but these were more like bike shorts. They fit snugly against his crotch and the thick tube of his cock was plainly visible through the tight fabric. Trisha couldn't even manage a good morning. Instead, all that came out of her mouth was a low moan as she fixated on Tyler's bulge. He carried a pair of joggers in one hand and his water bottle in the other.

"Good morning, Mrs. Piper," he said, but his grin told her all she needed to know.

Tyler ignored her obvious distress and got to work. By lunchtime, Trisha was a mess. She brought out a bowl of salad and fruits for herself and Tyler, but she ate sparingly, her stomach twisted in nervous, anticipatory knots. When Tyler had finished eating he settled back on the couch.

"Stand up, Trish," he ordered.

Trisha wobbled to her feet and gulped audibly. Tyler hooked his finger into the waistband of her shorts and pulled her closer, making her gasp. He let her go.

"Did you cum?" he asked her, looking into her eyes.

Trisha shook her head, still awestruck by the power that this young man seemed to have over her. It wasn't reasonable. She had no feelings toward Tyler. In fact, the more she saw the smug, hidden side of him, the more she actually detested him as a person. He was manipulating her through her weird obsession, and he knew it. She suspected, in fact, that this was not the first time he'd done it.

How many other women had fallen under the hypnotic sway of his girthy cock? How many others, like her, had been faithful young wives until they'd gotten a look at Tyler's big tool? And how many of them were now enthralled? The question, in her head, somehow made her feel a twinge of envy and jealousy.

Those others—and there were more of them, she was certain—were past this point in their… training? Oh, fuck! Training, like a pet, like the women in the videos. They were so well-behaved, eager to please those hung men because they were slaves to the pleasure those fat, thick dicks gave them. They were past this and worthy of Tyler's cock. It was sickening and twisted. It was… undeniably fucking horny.

Tyler broke the spell by commanding, "Show me."

Trisha didn't understand. How was she supposed to show him that she hadn't cum? His eyes fell on her hidden pussy, wet and hot under her shorts. She understood.

Trisha toyed with the waistband of the shorts, dithering, the flush of embarrassment creeping down her neck to blossom crimson across her chest. Tyler's eyes slid back up to hers and she caved, pushing the shorts down until her shaven mound was revealed. He continued to look at her and she went further, pushing the shorts down until her cleft was exposed.

Tyler's motion was swift and caught her off guard. He pushed one finger between her legs and ran it through her wet pussy slit, gathering a trail of her fuck honey on his digit. Trisha squeaked in surprise and trembled. For the first time since she'd married, another man had touched her intimately. Not just intimately. Sexually.

There was nothing more behind that gesture than to sexualize her for his pleasure. And it worked. Trisha watched him put the finger into his mouth and suck her nectar from it.

When he'd licked it clean, the hand went to her shoulder and guided her to her knees. Trisha didn't even resist. She knelt in front of Tyler with her eyes fixed on the stiffening cock in his tight shorts. Seeing it outlined in the black shorts made it seem almost obscene, bigger somehow than if it had been out in the open.

Then, Trisha put her shaking hands on his bare knees and looked up at him. He nodded. Her greedy hands caressed the bulge in the shorts, running up its length to the band, where she began to tug on it. Tyler lifted his hips and allowed her to work the shorts down and over his massive cock.

As eager as she was, Trisha teased herself, revealing his big tool by inches until the full glory of it was exposed. She pulled the shorts down to his ankles and Tyler spread his legs apart, allowing her access to her coveted prize. Her hands encircled it and that same surge of erotic need washed over her as she hefted its weight and began to stroke it. Entranced, she watched it lengthen and grow before her eyes, stiffening further until it was erect and engorged.

"Tyler, it's—"

Tyler's hand rested on her head and he guided her mouth to the tip of his cock, placing her lips against it.

"That's what you want, isn't it?" he asked.

"Uh huh."

Trisha snaked her tongue out and licked the head of his cock, squeezing out a small drop of precum. The taste of it made her moan and part her lips further. She licked again, this time starting halfway down his length and drawing her tongue up the underside.

This was nothing like touching Kevin's cock. This was like being given something she'd never known she needed. And she did need it, she realized. Just holding it and licking it ignited her tastebuds and made her legs shake.

Trisha slipped her lips over his fat head, stretching them wide to accommodate his girth. She didn't even have to seal them over it. Rather, she felt as if she needed to unhinge her jaw to get it all the way around. Her tongue tickled his crown as she worked her lips over it, enveloping his whole head.

She looked down the length of it at the impossible task before her. She would never get the whole thing into her mouth. It was just not physically possible, she thought. As she massaged his head with her soft lips, though, she felt a slutty determination to try.

Trisha suckled on his tip lovingly, wetting it with her saliva as Tyler gently urged her on with his dominant hand on her head. She stroked the base of it with her hands and flattened her tongue, pushing herself further. She swallowed his crown and glided wetly down the first inch, then the second, but his thick head had already filled her mouth beyond anything she'd ever attempted.

Determined, she pushed herself further and Tyler's hand on her head gave an insistent nudge. His head hit the back of her throat and it gave a reflex glurk that caused a wash of spittle to erupt from her tightly-stretched lips. The sexy explosion began to drip down the length of his shaft, coating her hands and lubricating her strokes.

Trisha tried to pull back as she choked but Tyler didn't allow it. He held her and she recovered, flicking her eyes up toward him for approval. He nodded, his face impassive. Trisha felt the sting of tears in her eyes as she pushed again and his head hit her throat once more. She choked again but managed to continue by breathing through her nose.

"Good girl, Trish," Tyler whispered. "That's good. You can do it."

Trisha glowed at the praise, even though it felt demeaning. Why should she care about Tyler's approval? Why did she even have his dick in her mouth? She was supposed to be the older, married adult here. Instead, she was kneeling in front of a college freshman, fighting an insane need to swallow his oversized prick like a desperate slut.

She pulled back, trailing spit from her lips along his shaft until she was able to part them and get a fresh breath of air. Then, she went right back to it, trying to remember how the women in the videos had done it. Some of those cocks were as big as Tyler's and a few of the women had even managed to take the entire thing.

That must have taken a lot of practice, she figured, and the thought of all that practice made her wonder how often she was going to be doing this from now on. How often would her neighbor have her here, on her knees, needily sucking on his rod? At what point was she going to do it well enough that Tyler would be happy with her progress? And why was she in such a hurry to have his approval?

As if reading her mind, Tyler said, "When you can make me cum with your mouth, we'll take the next step."

Trisha groaned around his dick as the words sent a wave of adulterous pleasure through her. She paused in her sucking and turned her bleary eyes up to his face once more, asking the question without words.

Tyler looked her right in the eyes and said, "I'm going to fuck you, Trish. I'm going to wreck you for Kevin."

Trisha shook and began to stroke his cock faster. Her sucking became more desperate as she imagined Tyler taking her upstairs and spreading her legs to feed the thick length of his cock into her. She couldn't even imagine how it was going to feel. All she had was the many reactions from the women in the videos. Every one of them simply lost their minds to the overwhelming, eye-rolling, mind-melting pleasure they felt when those hung studs buried their dicks in them.

Trisha needed to feel that. She had to feel it. She had to make Tyler cum with her mouth so he'd fuck her. She aggressively sucked, pushing herself to her limit, forcing Tyler's cock as deep as she could get it. Her drool ran hot down his shaft, soaking her hands and his balls. The wet smack and suck from her lips filled the quiet room.

"That's so good, Trish," Tyler said. "You're going to be a good cocksucker. I can already tell. You'll be able to take it after we practice some more. Keep going. Five more minutes and we need to get back to work."

Trisha whined and shook her head. Five minutes? It wasn't enough time. She couldn't tell, exactly, but she didn't think Tyler was going to cum in five minutes. She wasn't good enough and that caused a sharp stab of shame. She was an inadequate cocksucker, a useless slut. Trisha redoubled her efforts, moaning around his cock, choking herself and gagging as she tried her best to make him cum.

Too soon, though, Tyler took her hair in his fist and pulled her head off of his cock. Trisha mewled in protest and wiggled her tongue, trying to get it back. Tyler slapped her lightly on the cheek and she blinked. No one had ever hit her, even playfully. The slap was playful, too. It hadn't hurt. It had just been a show of dominance, something that made her blush and feel like a greedy suckslut.

"We need to go to the garden center and get another round of plants," Tyler said, releasing her hair.

He stood and his wet cock smacked against her face, leaving a smear of her own dripping saliva on her forehead. Trisha remained on her knees in a daze as Tyler took the joggers from the couch and put them on, picking up his discarded shorts. Even through the thick cloth, Trisha could still make out his erection.

"Get up, Mrs. Piper. I need your keys."

"My keys?" Trisha said from the floor.

Tyler nodded and said, "I'll drive. You look drunk."

Trisha's flush deepened as she imagined how she must look. Cockdrunk. It was humiliating and… and sexy. What was happening to her mind?

"You should wash your face," Tyler instructed.

Trisha staggered to the bathroom and cleaned off her face, staring into the mirror at the cock-hungry slut that she barely recognized as herself. How did this happen? All she wanted to do was learn how to suck a dick for her husband's benefit. Somehow, it had turned into her feeling revolted at the thought of Kevin's tiny dick in her mouth, and an overwhelming craving for the cock of a young man she didn't even think she liked.

Tyler was an asshole. He wasn't the goofy, shy kid that she'd met in passing over the last year. He was a vile seducer, entrancing women like her with his fat dick, flashing it to them, knowing they'd need it. Even if they didn't know it themselves. Like she hadn't known.

Now, she did need it. And it wasn't just his cock that she needed. It was the asshole attached to it, the cocky young fuck with his smug grin and his stupid permissions. He'd done something to her mind, somehow, made her become this cock-starved, married slut that thought about his cock all day. Even now, she wanted to forget about the yard and get back on her knees, where she could suck it again and have Tyler say those filthy things to her. She wanted to touch herself while he did it and make herself cum. And then she wanted Tyler to wreck her like he'd said he would.

She flicked off the light and grabbed her purse, walking back to the living room with her head down. The keys jingled in her hand as she offered them to Tyler. He took them, then put his hand under her chin and lifted her head.

"Don't worry," he said. "You'll understand why you're doing it after I fuck you."

"Tyler, I shouldn't," she managed to croak.

"I know. But you're going to."

And as she followed him to the driveway and got into the car, Trisha knew she was, too. Rather than buckling his belt, Tyler worked his joggers down to release his cock once more. Trisha looked about manically but no one else was outside.

"What are you doing?" she hissed.

Tyler flipped up the console between them and put his hand on her head once more, pulling her down. Trisha didn't resist.

"Tyler," she hissed. "Someone will see!"

But she opened her mouth hungrily and let him push his cock into it, groaning happily as her lips stretched around its girth once more.

"Hush, little slut," Tyler said. "You just take care of that dick while I drive."

Trisha felt so hot as Tyler put the SUV in drive and pulled it out onto the road. From her position, she felt certain that no one could see her, but the exposure had her nipples hard against her tank top and her pussy liberally soaking her shorts. She sucked Tyler's bulbous prick, making pleased, contented little noises as she did so.

The drive to the garden center took twenty minutes, and by the time Tyler parked the car Trisha felt like a failure for not having made him cum. Once more, Tyler pulled her away from his prick and she watched it disappear into his joggers. He drew the strings, tied them, and stroked Trisha's hair with his hand.

"Don't feel bad, Trish," he said. "You'll get there. I know you can do it. Do you have any napkins?"

"What?"

"You have a messy face."

Trisha flipped down the mirror on the sun visor. She had a film of drool coating her chin and her neck. Her face was flushed. She popped the glove box and shuffled through the contents until she came up with a napkin. It was soon a tattered mess from cleaning the slop on her face. Tyler opened his door and she followed, taking up stride alongside him.

Although Tyler acted as if nothing strange had taken place, Trisha felt frazzled. She followed Tyler as he picked out what they needed, her eyes darting nervously about. She felt certain that everyone knew what she'd done. They could take one look at her and know that she'd been sucking cock. They'd see her wedding ring and know that she was a cheating slut.

By the time Tyler pushed the cart back to the SUV and loaded it up, Trisha was a mess of nerves. She took her seat again and waited for Tyler to come around. The back hatch closed and he slid in, once more pulling down his joggers. His cock was still half-hard as Trisha, without being guided, sank down once more and took it into her mouth. With one hand on the wheel and the other groping her breast through her tank top, Tyler drove them home.

Together, they took the new plants around and set them out according to Tyler's plan. The sticky remains of her sloppy mouthwork stayed on Trisha's face as they carried the plants, as Tyler didn't allow her to go inside and clean herself up. When he'd stopped her, she hadn't even argued. The sexy buzz stayed in her head throughout the next couple of hours.

When they'd finished for the day, Tyler took her back inside and instructed her to lie on the couch. Confused, Trisha complied, lying on her back on the couch. Tyler pulled her up to the edge until her head hung off one of the arms of the couch. Now she understood.

His joggers came down, freeing his immense cock. He took it in his hand and guided it to her mouth. Trisha opened for him with a desperate moan and let him push his dick into her. His hands came down on her tits, squeezing them as he fed her his prick.

His fingers tugged her nipples and his hands squeezed and groped her tits as he rhythmically stuffed his cock into her mouth, using her face to masturbate himself as he enjoyed her breasts. It wasn't long before rivers of spit flowed out of her mouth and down her face, dripping in messy strings to fall to the carpet. Trisha glurked and sputtered as Tyler used her mouth, but in this position, she was finally able to take more of his length.

Her hands clutched and fingers danced as she tried to rub her cunt through her shorts, but Tyler's hand left her breast long enough to swat her hand away from it.

"Not until I tell you," he ordered.

Trisha groaned with desperation, her cunt so wet and hot. It wasn't fair. She wanted to cum so badly!

"Kevin will be home soon," Tyler said as he pumped her mouth. "And I'm going to do this until I cum."

"Mph!" Trisha sputtered.

"Don't worry, little slut. I'm getting close. You're doing so well."

The buzz in her head from the praise was back with those words. She was doing it. Tyler was going to cum. She'd done it!

Of course, the implications of such a massive cock spewing its load into her did not immediately accompany the buzz of delight. After a few more strokes of Tyler's pole, however, those implications became very clear. Tyler groaned and his entire cock seemed to flex in her mouth. He held it there, the brutal length of it half-stuffed in Trisha's suckhole, and he squeezed her tits.

The first explosive charge of semen erupted against the back of Trisha's throat with such force that her body jerked and she gagged. The force and intensity of it were completely unexpected, but Tyler gave her no reprieve. Her choking caused a wave of hot slime to erupt from her tightly packed mouth, sending slippery goo cascading down over her face. Trisha kicked her legs and mumbled around his big prick before she finally began to work her throat and swallow. More and more of the hot cream pasted her throat and her mouth as she struggled for air, but Tyler continued to feed her his load.

By the time his balls were drained, Trisha was light-headed and dizzy with the lack of air and all the cum he'd pumped into her. He withdrew his prick, leaving another rope of cummy spit hanging from her mouth. Trisha heaved in air and shot up, coughing and gasping as she wiped at her eyes. They felt like they were caked in sticky drool and semen. She clawed it out of her eyes and tried to blink them open. Tyler, helpful as always, pulled her shirt up and used it to wipe the foamy mess from her face.

Trisha stared up at him with a vacant, shocked expression on her ruined face. Seeing this happen in the videos had not prepared her at all for the reality of it. The hot torrent of cum had made her feel as if she were drowning in it. Tyler pulled up his joggers and began to tie them as she continued to huff air.

The creak of the door from the garage to the kitchen was like a shot of adrenaline. Trisha looked up at Tyler in stunned horror and he flashed her that goddamn smirk. She shot off the couch and flew up the stairs, flinging open the bedroom door and then the bathroom. Seconds later, she was in the shower before the water even had time to heat.

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