The Work of Art
Copyright© 2025 by Mohawk08
Chapter 20: Mr Stein
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 20: Mr Stein - A young husband learns he has the power to grant permission, and his young wife learns how to take advantage of it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Voyeurism Big Breasts
I began to notice what others were noticing. I was different with The Work of Art. I don’t remember ever wanting to hold a woman’s as much, to touch one as much or to be gentle, for fuck’s sake!
We walked up the stars and onto the deck hand in hand. Lunch had been laid out on the table and Lynn was the only one enjoying it. I looked at her questioningly, but she only shrugged. Utter failure then.
As we passed the table, I placed my hand on her head and whispered, “I’m so disappointed.” I felt her head sag.
We went looking for the others, as I was particularly interested in seeing Carl. As we approached the back of the boat, we were greeted by the vision of Gary fucking Mary from behind as he bent her over one of the seats. Ben was watching intently and rubbing himself as usual. Gary smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up. I laughed.
“Oh my God,” Charlotte exclaimed and tried to hide her eyes. I laughed again. Mary lifted her head when she heard us and looked dejected. Good! Stupid cunt!
As we quietly ate lunch, I watched Charlotte. What a beauty she was. She looked at me and blushed. Something ran through me, a feeling I haven’t had much in my life. I’ve tried to ignore it, but it’s getting harder. Christ, I wanted this woman.
“What was your mother like?”
“Mommy? Oh. She was really smart. And tough.”
“You must have really loved her. Do you miss her badly?”
“I think I was more afraid of her. She could be scary.”
“I thought she took great pains to raise you. Weren’t you two very close.”
“Maybe she loved me, but she didn’t say it much. I think she was mostly afraid I would embarrass her, which I did all the time. She didn’t like anyone to call me stupid, but boy did she like to make me feel stupid!”
Most people might think that was sad, but hey, my childhood wasn’t a picnic either.
“My father was an asshole,” I said. “He beat my mother and us kids. I wanted to kill him.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“No problem. I’m over it now. Would your mother like me, do you think?”
“God, no!” She laughed out loud. “She would have hated you ... at least for me. I couldn’t date a bad boy. But you’re exactly the kind of guy she liked.”
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