Trisha's Fixation: Part Two

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

Chapter Two: Trisha's Obsession:

As he was on most days, Kevin was hungry for her pussy from the moment he walked in the door. This was such a regular thing, and one that Trisha loved, that no matter what she'd been wearing the rest of the day she changed into a skirt and went without panties. It was, she mused as she worked on dinner, probably the kinkiest thing she'd ever considered doing. Today, however, her head was filled with other kinky things as she set a pot to simmer and swiped open her phone.

Ever since she'd gotten an illicit glance at Tyler's cock, she hadn't been able to get the sight of it out of her mind. That was, she thought, just because she'd watched porno in the morning. It had done something to her, infected her somehow. Just like it was now. She scrolled through the videos from her search. Blonde wife sucks big cock.

With Kevin coming home, she was afraid to actually click one and watch it, but she'd already taken an additional perverted step that also made her feel a little guilty. She'd created a user account for the site. As she scrolled the dirty videos, she clicked the little heart and added ones that looked sexy to her favorites to watch later. For studying the technique, of course. She clung to that and it made her feel a bit less guilty. The videos would help her get better at blowjobs, and when anniversary day came, Kevin would get the best head of his life.

Trisha quickly locked her screen as Kevin came through the door of the garage and into the kitchen, setting it aside and turning her attention back to the slowly simmering pot on the stove. He set aside his briefcase and fixed her with that familiar, hungry smile. Trisha edged her way toward the table in anticipation as he closed the distance and put his arms around her waist, sliding them onto her hips.

"Hey, babe," he said, his voice deep and throaty. "Trying to get away?"

Trisha giggled and said, "Are you kidding? You know I've been thinking about this since you left me in a puddle this morning."

"Time for a new puddle, then," Kevin said and put his lips against hers. Trisha purred as one hand slid around to grip her bottom, while the other tugged up the hem of her short skirt and found her bare, warm sex. Kevin groaned at the feel of her soft and wet pussy, then put both hands on her ass and lifted her onto the table, pushing her skirt up in the process.

Trisha squeaked delightedly as Kevin knelt and slid the flat of his tongue through her hot pussy, gathering her nectar and sending a delicious thrill through her core. He traced back down her slit and tickled her entrance with his tongue tip, then sealed his lips around her hooded button and worked it with his lips and tongue. Trisha put her hands in his hair and jerked in pleasurable response, letting out a moan as her legs shook. Even as her husband made love to her wet little fuckbox with his tongue, the filthy images from the day were in her head. She imagined Kevin between her legs, licking at her after one of those huge cocks had just plastered her sex with hot jizz. And in that fantasy, it wasn't just an anonymous cock. As Kevin worked her up and pushed her toward her fourth orgasm of the day, the image of Tyler's dick flashed through her mind.

By 10:00 the next morning, Trisha had cum once on Kevin's tongue and once by her own hand as she watched some of the favorited videos from the night before. Wearing a pair of tight shorts and a tank top, she met Tyler in the backyard to start the day's work.

"Morning, Mrs. Piper," he said, raising a hand.

Just as the day before, he wore a pair of baggy shorts, but today he had sunglasses perched on his head and a water bottle in his hand. In the other hand, he had a folded sheet of paper.

"Hey, Ty. Thanks again for the help," Trisha said, looking around the backyard.

Tyler unfolded the sheet of paper and spread it out on the old, weathered picnic table that had come with the house. That would have to be replaced, Trisha thought, or at least repainted.

"What's that?" she asked, joining him at the table and peering down at the paper.

"So, last night I made a sketch of the yard and what you brought in so far," he explained.

"You did?"

"Yeah. I mean, if you're going to spend a lot of time out here over the summer, it's good to have a plan, right?"

"Tyler, you didn't have to do that. Let me see!"

He placed small stones on each of the corners of the paper as Trisha looked it over.

"Sketched?" she said. "That's like a frickin' blueprint."

Tyler rubbed at his neck awkwardly and said, "Yeah, well, I might have gone a bit overboard."

The sketch was like an aerial view of the backyard, and while the dimensions weren't exactly accurate, the layout and shape were about right. Included were all of the plants and shrubs she'd brought in yesterday, as well as marks crossing some of the older ones out. Suggestions on what should replace them were neatly penciled in next to the cross-outs. To the side of the sheet, in a neatly hand-written column was a list of additional plants and flowers, as well as soil suggestions and growth aids.

"This is incredible," Trisha said. "How long did it take you to do this?"

"I dunno. A few hours?"

"I didn't even tell you what half of these plants were."

"I saw them yesterday. I've got a pretty good memory."

"I'll say," Trisha muttered. "I can't even remember what some of them are, and I bought them."

"I'm not like, suggesting you have to use the stuff I wrote in or anything," Tyle said, suddenly nervous. Or, more nervous than he already seemed. "It's just, I thought they'd look nice."

"I don't even know what most of them are," Trisha admitted. "But if you think they'd go with the rest, then I'll take your word for it. You're the expert."

Tyler laughed and said, "Not really. Just something I'm interested in."

Trisha looked around the yard again and asked, "So, what do you suggest we start with?"

Tyler beamed and went to work rearranging the haul from the day before to fit in with the plan. While they worked, the sun rose higher, beating down with the intensity of a clear, late-spring day. By the time they had everything arranged to the design, both of them were working up a sweat.

"You wanna come in for a quick lunch?" Trisha asked.

Tyler nodded, "Thanks."

"Have a seat on the couch," Trisha suggested. "I've got some sandwiches made up in the fridge. That okay?"

"Yeah, great."

Trisha retrieved her sandwich tray and two bottles of water, placing them down on the coffee table. Tyler sat back with his eyes closed, wiped at his brow, and groaned.

"Tyler, did you put on sunscreen?"

"Um, no?"

Trisha frowned. His skin was glowing.

"Why not?" she asked. "You're getting burnt already."

Tyler shrugged and said, "Didn't think about it?"

"You thought about how to build an entire yard in a few hours, and didn't think about sunscreen?"

"Um, no. Sorry."

Trisha shook her head, saying, "Eat one of those. I have some aloe and sunscreen. Put it on before we go back out or you're going to be sorry."

"Thanks, Mrs. Piper."

She couldn't help but smile to herself at his whipped, puppy dog look as she climbed the steps and retrieved the aloe and sunscreen. On her way back out, she paused at the bed and a little flutter of heat swept through her. Just a couple of hours ago, she'd been sitting in that rumpled spot on the bed. The comforter still had a small dark patch where her pussy honey had dripped into it.

The memory of what she'd been watching came back and she blushed. It had been another video with a blonde wife, and in this one, the man with the big dick had been straddling her chest and feeding her the length of his swollen cock. She'd orgasmed when she'd watched it and imagined that it was her.

Shaking her head to clear it, Trisha returned to the living room and Tyler. He'd polished off two of the sandwiches already and was reclining on the couch, holding one of the cold bottles of water to his forehead. His eyes were shut. As Trisha approached, her steps muted by the carpet, she stopped and looked down at the leg of Tyler's shorts.

Oh, God! It was there again! Tyler's baggy shorts lay loose, and snaking out from the edge, just visible, was the head of his limp cock. Trisha blushed and tried to look away, but it was impossible. She managed it only when Tyler opened his eyes as he sensed her approach. Trisha quickly smiled and held up the two bottles.

"Aloe first, then the sunscreen," she said.

Tyler reached for the bottles. Trisha almost handed them to him, but she paused and, to her own astonishment, said, "Let me help."

"Um, okay?" Tyler said and Trisha set the sunscreen on the coffee table.

She motioned for him to stand and Tyler obeyed.

"Take off your shirt and let me get your back," she said.

Tyler pulled his tank top over his head and set it on the couch. Trisha got her second surprise as the geeky kid revealed a ridiculously fit body.

"Jesus, Tyler! Do you work out?"

"A little bit," he said, shrugging. "It helps me think."

"That's not all it does," Trisha muttered.

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

She uncapped the aloe and said, "This might be a little cold at first."

She squeezed the gel into her hands and rubbed them together, then placed them on Tyler's shoulders. The slippery gel squished between her fingers as she massaged it into his skin. That was almost what it felt like, too. A massage. There was nothing intimate about it, Trisha knew, but at the same time, there was something… erotic about it.

Maybe that was just her pussy talking, she thought. Her pussy was very hot, after all. Wait. Her pussy was hot? Why was her pussy hot? From the little flash of Tyler's cockhead? Tyler's big, fat cockhead.

Tyler gave a groan of relief as she worked the gel into his shoulders, and began to move down his back. The sound of the groan, throaty and masculine, reminded her of the sounds of relief the big-dicked men in the videos made as they pushed their bloated meat into the sexy housewives. It made Trisha imagine herself as one of them, with her buff, hung, geeky neighbor pushing his big prick into her mouth. As Kevin watched. She let out a low moan.

"You okay, Mrs. Piper?" Tyler asked.

"Yeah," she said, blushing behind his back.

Trisha quickly finished working the gel into his back and he turned, looking down from his extra few inches of height. His eyes on her, while darting nervously, seemed oddly piercing. Before she could stop herself, Trisha found herself getting down on her knees in front of him and squirting more gel into her hands.

"I should get your legs, too," she said, almost in a whisper.

"Um, okay," Tyler said and his breath caught in his throat.

Trisha's hands were trembling as she placed them on one calf and began to smear the aloe into his skin. Her delicate hands worked it into the tight muscles, which were thick in a way that belied his nerdy appearance. Tyler groaned at the feeling of her soft hands, catching Trisha's attention, and when she looked up, the front of his shorts had risen slightly. Trisha's hands moved automatically to Tyler's other calf, but her eyes never left the growing tent in his shorts.

Her movements slowed as she fixated on the lengthening, growing bulge. It was rising right before her eyes, only inches from her face. The motion of her hands ceased and stopped, her hands now just resting on Tyler's calf.

"Mrs. Piper," Tyler said, his voice hoarse.

Trisha didn't respond. She simply stared at the tent in his shorts.

"Mrs. Piper," Tyler said again, louder. When she still didn't look past his crotch, he said, "Trish."

That snapped her gaze away from his hardening length but she still didn't move. The head of his cock was poking from under the leg of his shorts. Tyler, red-faced, quickly tugged his shorts down over it and stepped back.

"I'm… I'm so sorry," he said. "It's… I'm sorry."

Trisha finally came to her senses and staggered to her feet, flushed and feeling tipsy.

"What?" she said, shaking her head and blinking.

Tyler's hands were over his crotch, doing an awful job of hiding his erection.

"Maybe I should go," Tyler said and picked up his shirt from the couch.

He turned to leave and Trish called, "Tyler, wait."

He stopped, looking over his shoulder, his bare flesh crimson with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," she said. "It isn't your fault. Don't be embarrassed."

Tyler looked away. Trish took a step toward him and said, "Just come back and sit down. We're not through with the… the yard."

"But—"

"It's okay, really," she said and sat on the couch, patting the cushion.

Tyler retook his seat, folding his hands and shirt over his erection.

"Look, I'm going to wash my hands. Just relax, alright?" Trisha said, getting back to her feet.

Tyler nodded, still refusing to look at her. In a minute, Trish was back. Her heart was beating wildly as she sat next to Tyler. Her tongue felt like it was stuck to the roof of her dry mouth.

"Tyler, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn't mean for… that to happen," she said.

"Shit, no. I'm sorry," he said. "That's so embarrassing."

"You shouldn't be embarrassed," Trisha said, a quaver in her voice. "I, um, didn't mind."

Tyler looked uncertain, like it was some kind of trap.

"It's kind of… flattering, I guess."

"Sorry," he said again. "You're really pretty and it just kind of happened."

There was a buzz in Trisha's head. It sounded like bees swarming in her skull as she looked back down at Tyler's covered erection. Before she could stop herself she whispered, "It's so big."

"It is?"

Trisha nodded slowly, her eyes fixated once again on the dick in Tyler's shorts, which hadn't gotten any smaller.

"Yeah," she said.

"Mrs. Piper, are you okay?"

"Yeah," Trisha said to his cock.

Without thinking, she reached out a hand and took his, then pulled it away from his crotch. She visibly swallowed and her breathing increased. Her hand shook as she took his other hand, moved it, too, and then pulled the t-shirt off his crotch. The shorts had a visible bulge in the thin, loose fabric, running downward like a fat sausage was hidden beneath.

Trisha felt mesmerized by it, like the blonde wife in that very first video she'd seen. Like so many others she'd watched since. At the time, she'd giggled stupidly at those women, as if they were putting on some kind of act. But it wasn't an act, she realized. The pull of her want—no—her need to know made her feel almost drunk.

Tyler didn't try to cover it again. He watched her face as she debated what she was going to do. It was wrong, so wrong, to think like this, to be curious about the fat log of cock in her neighbor's shorts. She was a happily married woman and she loved Kevin. At the same time, it was like being presented with a shiny piece of expensive jewelry. She couldn't not look at it.

Her hand moved toward it, stopped, and hovered. She bit her lip and her eyes flicked away from it to Tyler's face. He was watching her with a fascinated, curious expression. He looked confused, excited, and eager. His hand went to the leg of his shorts and he tugged it up just enough that Trisha could see the rounded cap of his mushroom head.

"Do you want to see it?" he asked, his voice just above a whisper.

Trisha nodded her head, fixated on that little bit of exposed cock like she was at a peep show. Tyler took her hand and she allowed him to guide it to the leg of his shorts, where he released it. Trisha's fingertips brushed the fabric of the leg, tracing the length of his hidden stalk up, then back down.

She looked away from it, biting her lip, her face flushed and heart thumping. Tyler nodded, giving his consent, his… permission. It was like the woman in the video. She was that woman now, being told that she was allowed to touch his cock. She visibly shuddered as the comparison struck her.

It wasn't at all like Kevin, who pushed his dick on her as if she owed it to him. No. Not at all. Tyler's big dick was like a treat that she was being offered for behaving herself, and that idea, that feeling that she needed to be given permission to even touch it, made it seem like something forbidden and rebellious that needed to be done. It was like the big red button in the cartoons. Do not push this button. And her trembling finger was going to push it.

Her fingers curled under the fabric of his shorts and she drew them up another inch, revealing the entirety of his thick, round cockhead. The tip of it was pulsing softly. She pulled the shorts further, bringing another inch and then another into view. Tyler's veiny, thick shaft was just like the ones in the videos. And there was still more of it.

What she'd uncovered so far was longer and far thicker than Kevin's, and it wasn't even halfway unveiled. In fact, now that she got a good look, it wasn't even fully hard. She pulled more of the shorts up, this time all the way to where his crotch stopped them. The entirety of her young neighbor's dick lay on her couch cushion. Even as she watched, it began to get harder and longer.

"Oh, my God," she whispered. "It's…"

She let the shorts go and reached for it, then stopped and looked back at Tyler. His expression showed none of the awkward nervousness that it once had. He nodded his head and said, "Go ahead. You can hold it. But you should get down in front of me."

The fact that Tyler was now giving her a suggestion that sounded more like a command didn't even break through the lusty haze in Trisha's head. She did want to hold it, to feel it. She slid from the couch onto her knees in front of Tyler and her fingers wrapped around the top half of his cock, delicately, as if she might break it. She lifted it and stared at it. It felt so heavy. her fingers could barely close around it. Her other hand went around the bottom half, and still, Tyler's big knob poked through the top of her grip.

She could feel the blood pumping through it, the strength of it, so hard yet so pliable in her hands.

"Just stroke it up and down, Trish," Tyler commanded in that same calm, throaty tone.

"I—"

"Up and down," he repeated.

Trisha watched her hands perform the action as if on their own. She looked at them, like they were somehow responsible, gripping and slowly pumping the skin of his cock up and down. Gently and rhythmically, Trisha ran her hands up and down the length of Tyler's prick, unable to look away from it. Her mind felt dull, her awareness distant. All that mattered was that immense, pulsing erection in front of her face. In front of her mouth. So close that she could touch it with her tongue if she just put it out.

Was this how the blonde woman in the video felt? She thought it might be. There was something undeniably powerful about having this big, throbbing dick in her hands, imagining the things that it could make her feel. If the videos were any indication, those things could feel very good. Better than Kevin's tongue?

Tyler sighed contentedly as Trisha pumped his cock, settling back into the couch to enjoy her hands on him. When she leaned forward, though, and her tongue poked out of her mouth, Tyler rested a hand on her head. Trisha stopped, realizing what she'd been about to do, and glanced around Tyler's cock with a blush on her cheeks.

"Not today," he said calmly. "We need to finish in the yard. If you're good, I'll put it in your mouth tomorrow."

"But—"

"If you're good, Trish," Tyler said again.

Her hands continued to stroke his cock as she said, "I don't understand."

"Did you cum today?"

Trisha looked away and nodded.

"I don't want you to cum again until I tell you to."

"But, Kevin—"

"Do you want me to put it in your mouth?" Tyler asked, stroking her hair.

It was ridiculous. She shouldn't even be touching Tyler's dick, let alone thinking about sucking on it. The number of times she'd put a penis in her mouth was big, fat zero. Why should she be concerned with doing it for Tyler, of all people?

Only, she was concerned. She wanted to put his huge cock between her lips. She needed to do it. Just the sight of it was making her pussy practically drip in her shorts. She couldn't recall having ever been so turned on just from thinking about an erection.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Then we need to finish in the yard today, and I'll stay for dinner. If you don't get off before tomorrow, I'll let you put it in your mouth, alright?"

Trisha slowly nodded as she continued to stroke his big tool.

"Good girl," Tyler said as he stroked her.

Trisha shuddered. Tyler reached for her hands and pulled them away from his cock. Trisha actually whined as he took it away from her. She remained on her knees as Tyler stood in front of her, his cock slapping against her cheek. Trisha whined again, opening her mouth, but Tyler pulled his shorts back down and partially hid his erection. He helped Trisha to stand.

"Thanks for the sandwiches, Mrs. Piper," he said with a smug grin. "Why don't we go finish up outside?"

Feeling dazed, Trisha followed him back outside, wondering what had happened to the fidgety and awkward neighbor boy from this morning. As they worked in the yard, following Tyler's plan, Trisha wondered if his entire shy, nerdy persona was nothing more than an act. For the next few hours, he was that same awkward young man again, tripping over his words. More than once, though, Trisha caught him staring at her tits or her ass, always with that smug grin.

The look continually made her think about her pussy and how hot it was, how much she wanted to touch it, to have Kevin come home and lick it. He would want to, too. How was she going to avoid Kevin's advances? He'd want it when he came home, when they went to bed, and in the morning. That was their routine. It wasn't like Tyler would know if she had an orgasm. Would he? Was she going to risk it, and throw away her chance to suck Tyler's big cock?

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