Male Revue – His 3 Former Teachers See Him At The Club Part 2
Continued from Part 1 here.
The towel’s return didn’t slow them—it only gave them something to play at hiding behind. Their laughter turned sly, all feigned innocence and exaggerated gasps as their fingers traced and teased beneath the cover.
Sally leaned close, her eyes glittering as she let her voice drip with mock scolding. “Beth… you’re such a bad girl.”
Beth’s hand moved rhythmically under the towel, her shoulders drawing back as if bracing for judgment. She tilted her chin, her eyes widening like a scolded schoolgirl. “Me? A bad girl?” she said in a sing-song, mock-innocent voice. “I’m a good girl. I don’t even know how my hand got down there.” She pressed her lips together in a prim little smile, which dissolved into a giggle as Gary shifted beneath her touch.
Cathy smirked knowingly. “Mmmhmm. And when he twitches again, you’ll be the first to pounce.” Then, almost as if to absolve herself, she clasped her hands together in mock prayer, her wedding ring gleaming under the lights as she lifted her gaze toward the ceiling. “I’m the only good girl here! The good Lord knows that I’m a good girl… and I’m just having a little innocent fun tonight.”
That was too much for the other two. Sally and Beth both burst into laughter, their own rings glittering as they leaned toward Cathy. “Ohhh, what a little saint you are!” Sally teased, brushing her leg against Gary’s under the table. Beth giggled, her hand still busy beneath the towel. “You know you want to sin with this cute, well-hung young man just as bad as we do.”
Cathy’s lips twitched, caught between her Sunday School act and the undeniable heat flashing in her eyes.
Cathy tried to hold the saintly mask a moment longer, fingers laced together in her mock-prayer, her wedding ring glinting under the club’s haze of lights. But the giggles and daring eyes of her friends were too much.
Slowly, almost guiltily, her hands parted and slid back under the towel. The air between them shifted as her touch joined the others—hesitant for a heartbeat, then bolder as her palm traced along Gary’s heat.
Beth leaned close, watching with a wicked grin. “Ohhh, so much for our little saint,” she teased.
Sally laughed low in her throat, eyes glittering as she delivered the dagger. “And what would your husband think if he could see how you’re using your little hand right now on Gary’s big endowment, my little Sunday school teacher?”
Cathy’s cheeks flushed hot, but her lips curled into a guilty smile, her fingers curling firmer as though answering for her. “I… I told you, I didn’t want to…” she whispered, breathless, her tone a mix of mock protest and undeniable hunger.
Beth suddenly tugged the towel aside, tossing it carelessly onto the seat. “Enough hiding,” she declared with a wicked sparkle.
Now all three of their rings flashed under the lights, their hands fully exposed as they moved over him with shameless abandon.
No more pretense, no more cover—just three married women, glittering symbols of vows and betrayal catching the glow as they touched what they had no business touching.
Beth suddenly tugged the towel aside, tossing it carelessly onto the seat. “Enough hiding,” she declared with a wicked sparkle.
Now all three of their rings flashed under the lights, their hands fully exposed as they moved over him with shameless abandon.
No more pretense, no more cover—just three married women, glittering symbols of vows and betrayal catching the glow as they touched what they had no business touching.
Sally laughed first, shaking her head at the sight. “Ohhh, Cathy… look at you now. Our sweet little Sunday school teacher, leading the way like the rest of us.”
Beth joined in, her giggle wicked. “Mmmhmm, halo slipping right off your head. What would your husband say if he knew where that hand is?”
Cathy, caught, tried to muster her saintly mask one last time. “I… I only gave in because you two insisted,” she protested weakly, though her wrist never stopped its steady up and down movement.
The other two leaned into her, mocking in chorus, “Ohhh what a little saint you are! But we know you want to taste forbidden fruit just as much as we do.”
Cathy’s lips trembled, laughter spilling out despite her attempt at innocence, her ring flashing like a signal flare of betrayal.
Gary shifted suddenly, his stomach muscles tightening as his eyes locked on them. The booth fell quiet for an instant, caught in the weight of his authority. He leaned forward, voice low and rough.
“So… this is what good wives do when they’re out at night?”
Their mock-innocent faces faltered, lips parted, hands still moving even as they squirmed under his gaze. Beth giggled nervously. Cathy bit her lip, eyes darting down.
Sally, boldest of the three, lifted her chin but couldn’t hide the flush on her cheeks.
Gary’s hand slid over theirs, pressing them harder against him, guiding their rhythm. “Bad girls,” he smiled slyly. “Every last one of you.”
Gary’s hand pressed theirs more firmly against him, guiding their movements in rhythm. For a heartbeat the three women froze, caught between his authority and their own shameful thrill. Then, almost as one, they yielded—fingers and palms moving eagerly, each trying to match his pace while slyly outdoing the others.
Beth leaned in first, her voice soft but tinged with laughter. “Well… if I’m going to be bad, I may as well be the best bad girl here.” Her wrist worked with deliberate boldness, earning a scandalized gasp from Cathy.
“Ohhh, Beth,” Cathy said quickly, her tone all wounded innocence. “Don’t look at me like that, Gary. I didn’t want to—she’s the one forcing me to compete.” Her lips twitched into a grin even as her hand tightened around him, betraying her denial.
Sally giggled wickedly, her ring flashing as she slid her hand alongside the others, deliberately crowding them. “Mmm, excuses, excuses. Don’t listen to her, Gary—she’s loving this as much as we are. Just look at her face.”
Cathy tried to tilt her chin heavenward again, a parody of saintliness, but the heat in her eyes betrayed her. “It’s not true,” she whispered, her voice trembling as her hand worked furiously beneath his guidance. “I’m only doing this so I won’t be left out…”
Gary’s gaze hardened, his stomach tightening as he looked down at the three of them writhing with guilt and giggles. “Bad girls,” he said again, his voice low and certain. “Fighting over who can be the worst.”
Beth and Sally burst into laughter, the sound wicked and wild, while Cathy’s mouth formed a small O as she fully appreciated Gary’s very large manhood — her guilty denial unraveling as her hand quickened all on its own.
The rhythm quickened, the three of them jostling for space under Gary’s firm hand, each one trying to prove herself without daring to say it out loud. Their giggles and mock protests tangled together like a chorus of denial—until Beth’s laughter broke into something else.
Her head tipped back, lips parting on a gasp that didn’t sound innocent at all. Her wedding ring glinted as she pressed harder, bolder, no longer pretending restraint. “Ohhh God… I can’t keep acting like I don’t want this,” she blurted, eyes flashing as she turned to Sally and Cathy. “You can tease me all you want, but I’m so ready for him.”
The confession shattered the last veil of pretense—Beth wasn’t playing innocent anymore. She leaned closer, her voice husky now, trembling with excitement. “My panties are soaked through… guilty or not, I don’t care anymore. I need him.”
Sally let out a scandalized laugh, smacking Beth lightly on the shoulder. “Ha! There it is—little Miss Housewife confessing she’s dripping for a student. What would your husband say now?”
Beth only grinned, wicked and breathless. “He’s not here, is he? And if he were, I wouldn’t even stop. In fact… take a pic of me smiling with my head resting on Gary’s abs… my smile dangerously close to his very large Punisher. As if I’ll show my hubby someday…” She giggled wildly, the sound full of reckless defiance.
Cathy froze, scandal flashing across her face at Beth’s boldness—yet her hand never stopped moving. Sally shook her head, laughing, though the blush on her cheeks betrayed how close she was to joining Beth in her shamelessness.
Gary’s muscles tightened, his gaze locked on Beth. “Finally honest,” he murmured, voice rough. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Beth’s giggle turned into a daring sparkle in her eyes. She shifted down in the booth, resting her head against Gary’s abs, tilting her face so her smile hovered dangerously close to his swollen length. Her wedding ring flashed as she lifted her hand in a playful wave, looking every bit the sweet wife—except her mouth was inches from betrayal.
Sally fumbled for her phone with wicked delight. “Ohhh, this is too good. Smile pretty, Beth. Say hi to your husband—what’s his name again?” she teased, laughter bubbling out of her.
Beth’s grin widened, her lips so close they brushed the air against Gary’s skin. “Ok! I think his name is Robert! Ha ha ha…”
Sally cackled as she tapped record. “Perfect. Five seconds of pure scandal.”
Beth leaned in, her voice lilting with sing-song sweetness as if leaving a voicemail. “Hi Robert!”
The words came just as Gary shifted his hips slightly upward. His heavy length brushed across her lips, grazing her teeth as she smiled wide for the camera. Beth squealed through her giggles, eyes bright with a mixture of shock and thrill, while Sally nearly dropped the phone laughing.
“Ohhh my God,” Sally gasped, trying not to shake the recording. “Robert is going to love this little greeting.”
Cathy clasped her hands together in mock prayer again, though her wide eyes betrayed her fascination. “Lord forgive us,” she whispered, but her voice trembled with laughter as she added under her breath, “I can’t believe we’re actually filming this.”
To be continued…very soon.
