I’m Maureen (32F) and have been happily married to my husband Alex (34M) for a little over two years, but we have been together for five years now. After spending some time being a lurker at LushStories, I decided to finally open my account to share some of my stories.
I’m a high school teacher and my husband is a doctor. I’m 5’6”, weigh 139 pounds, and have been blessed with a bit of an hourglass shape. I am by no means a skinny model with a rock-hard belly, but I keep fit to keep seeing my abs. What helps is that my hips are a bit wider and my mom blessed me with her genes for large breasts. At 5’6” with a 32D, I don’t envy anyone out there; I get plenty of attention on the street and my husband is certainly happy with my body.
Our financial situation is very comfortable since we both have decided not to have children. Alex has told me I don’t need to work, but I love my job. And after what happened recently, I think I love it even more.
I recently switched schools and I am teaching English at a school that is closer to our home. Being new and all, I had to go through the painfully slow process of getting to know everyone, and getting a feel for people’s personalities. One person of note was Rob.
Rob is the Biology teacher and has been working at this school for a bit over three years. At first sight, it is easy to see that Rob likes to take care of himself. He has broad shoulders, a six-pack that shows through his polo shirts, and a well-kept stubble that frames his handsome face.
After a few weeks, I felt like I was pretty familiar with my colleagues, and I even started making friends with a couple of the other teachers.
One night, one of the other teachers, Katie, asked if I wanted to go to a happy hour with some of them. I was a little tired but thought it would be good to socialize a bit more with my new colleagues, so I accepted.
During lunch, I ran into Rob and he asked if I was going to the happy hour later that night. I told I would be attending and he said he would be too. We exchanged niceties, and went our own way.
At the end of the work day, people started heading out and splitting into groups to carpool to the bar. I ended up in Katie’s SUV with a couple other teachers.
We got to the bar and as drinks started pouring, inhibitions started falling. Before we knew it, a bunch of us were singing karaoke, others were playing darts, and others were chatting vividly at a couple of tables.
After singing for a bit, I needed a break so I sat down at the first table where I saw an open spot. Rob was sitting next to me and we started talking. As the night progressed, we got to know each other and started some light bantering. He asked if my husband would mind me being out so late, but I told him that since he was a doctor, his schedule was so out of whack that he would appreciate an evening by himself.
We kept talking and our body language started getting more familiar. I was not shy about admiring his toned arms, and would lightly touch them as we spoke. He would occasionally place his hand on my leg when he gestured.
The time came for people to start leaving, so we all started scrambling to find rides back to our cars. Rob asked me if I wanted to ride with him and I agreed. Two other teachers joined us and the four of us headed back to the school parking lot.
When we got there, the two teachers asked to be dropped off at the edge of the parking lot because they were parked nearby. My car was closer to the building, so Rob agreed to get me closer to it.
When we got to my car, Rob parked and shut off the engine. I was a bit surprised, but didn’t think much of it. We kept talking like we’ve known each other for years, and before I realized what was going on, we started making out.
He held the back of my head and pulled me closer to him, as we melted into each other’s lips. He ran his hand from my shoulder down to my waist and my leg. I brushed with my hand his chest and started moving lower until I reached his crotch. He was already hard and a massive bulge invited me to rub it over his pants. It was so fucking hot.
I noticed that the windows were getting steamy and I pushed him back. He apologized and said he didn’t know what came over him. I apologized as well and told him it was also my fault for letting it get that far. I quickly said good night and got out of the car. He sped away before I had even made it into my car.
When I made it home, I headed straight to my bathroom to take a cold shower. In part to finish sobering up and to wash some of the shame I was feeling and bring my temperature down. The shower had a different effect, however.
As I was washing up, I just couldn’t stop thinking about Rob. The way he kissed me. The way his hungry hands were all over me. The massive package I felt under his pants. This last part was probably the hardest to forget (no pun intended).
I needed to get it out of my head, so I masturbated to get some post-orgasm clarity. I thought once I got it out of my system, I could finally move on.
I was wrong.
The next few days were a bit uncomfortable because Rob and I were evidently avoiding each other. However, when we were summoned for a staff meeting, we had no choice but to acknowledge each other’s presence, to avoid rousing suspicions amongst our colleagues.
After the meeting, Rob caught up to me and said he wanted to apologize again and did not want for things to be so awkward between us. After all, he said, I was new to the school and he wanted me to have a positive experience. I thanked him and told him that I wanted the same, so we should move on and forget anything ever happened. He agreed.
But I found it hard to forget.
I’ve always had a healthy sexual life with my husband, but any time I didn’t have sex with Alex, I found myself masturbating to the thought of Rob. I had not even known this man for more than a couple of months and he was already making me wet by just thinking about him.
The week after, a staff-wide email went out asking for volunteers to chaperone the upcoming school dance. Since it was a couple of extra paid hours, I volunteered. Later on, I found out that Rob also volunteered. We briefly talked about it and agreed it could be fun.
The night of the dance, I told my husband not to wait up. He said he had to be up early the next day, so not to worry about him. Subconsciously, I got dressed up for the dance knowing that Rob would be there. I chose a cocktail dress that could still pass as appropriate for a school function, but did not wear any underwear. The dress had a button halfway up the neckline, so I could hide my cleavage and make it seem even more conservative.
I got to the dance and the other chaperones commented on how much they loved my dress. Rob was suspiciously quiet but his eyes told me he liked what he was seeing. And I had to admit I did too.
Rob opted to wear a black button-down shirt with a pair of light gray trousers and brown dress shoes that matched his belt. An unintended (or perhaps intended) dress malfunction made it so that Rob’s gray trousers subtly delineated his cock when he stood up. I honestly didn’t notice until one of my friends pointed it out. But once I did, I couldn’t stop seeing it.
I found more opportunities to interact with Rob, and before long, we were back to bantering like we had at the bar. All those nights touching myself thinking of Rob came rushing back and I decided to do something about it.
At the first opportunity I had to get away, I texted Rob to meet me at the teacher’s lounge. He said he would be there in five minutes. When he got there, he seemed worried and asked if everything was okay. I didn’t answer, and just pulled him close and kissed him. He seemed surprised but immediately wrapped his arms around me and returned the kiss. We started making out and it felt just as familiar as it had when we did in his car.
As things started heating up, I couldn’t help myself and reached for his pants and it was not long before I felt his crotch come alive. A perfectly delineated bulge grew in his pants and I slowly ran my fingers through his length while I kissed him passionately.
When I started unbuttoning his trousers, he held my hands and asked if I was sure I wanted to do this. I told him that I couldn’t stop thinking about us making out in his car, and that the thought of letting him fuck me was fueling my nightly masturbation sessions.
I told him this time I did not want to hold back and wanted him to feel all of it. This seemed to please him as he started forcefully grabbing my ass and kissing me even more passionately.
I unzipped Rob’s trousers and they fell down with the weight of his belt buckle. His cock was already pushing hard against his boxers, and his glans was peeking out of the waistband. I took his cock out of his boxers and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I could tell it was big that first night we made out, but now that there were no clothes keeping it trapped, it was even bigger than I had expected; it had to be at least nine inches and with a girth that barely allowed me to wrap my hand around it.
Driven by instinct, I got on my knees and got that monster in my mouth. I could tell Rob was very turned on because I could already taste his salty precum. With smooth movements, I licked every part of Rob’s cock, running my tongue in circles around his glans and then along his shaft. I could feel my pussy getting so wet I was afraid it would start literally leaking.
After exploring Rob’s cock with my tongue, I really got to work on it. I started stroking his shaft with both of my hands with opposing twisting motions, while using my grasp to get as much of his cock inside my mouth. I really tried but his cock was so big that I couldn’t take it all. At least not in that position.
I got up and laid down on my back on top of a desk. I grabbed Rob’s cock and resumed sucking and stroking him. It took a lot of effort but this angle allowed me to finally relax my throat and, with the help of my hands pulling on his legs, take all of Rob’s cock down my throat. It was glorious to feel that hunk of meat so deep down my throat, I thought I would cum just then.
I could hear Rob’s moans as he slowly fucked my throat, and then I felt him pulling my dress up to get access to my wet pussy. I felt his fingers run along my folds and slowly get one finger in, then two. He started moving faster and I could hear the slapping of his palm against my mound due to my wetness. My head was going wild.
In an act of mercy, he pulled back and out of my mouth, making me gasp for air to fill the void his massive cock had left. He flipped me over and positioned the tip of his monster against my pussy’s opening. I knew what was coming and I couldn’t wait. Without thinking, I pushed myself against him and felt his cock go in me inch by inch. Just as it felt like he would be entering me forever, I felt his thighs against my butt and knew he was fully inside me.
I stood still for a few seconds, as if allowing my pussy to get fully stretched and adapt to Rob’s massive size. Once I felt comfortable, I started moving back and forth, slowly at first, away from Rob and back against him. His hands were on my ass, slightly spreading my cheeks apart to witness his tool bury deep in me.
We got into a rhythm and Rob started heating up more. First, he grabbed my hair and pulled it back to make me arch like a wild mare. He rode me as he slapped my ass with his heavy hands. Each slap sent tingles through my body that made me push more against him.
He stood me up, reached around to get to my dress’s neckline and undid the button holding my cleavage closed. He then pulled down on it to free my tits and squeezed like a child squeezes his favorite toy. He was now using my tits as handles as he pulled me towards him to fuck me from behind. I was struggling so much to stay quiet while feeling this man make me his bitch with every thrust of his huge cock.
He motioned with his hand on my leg for me to get on my back. He lifted my dress again and resumed fucking me on missionary. The angle somehow made it feel like he was getting even deeper than before. I let out a couple of loud moans and quickly raised my hands to my mouth to keep myself quiet. Luckily, I don’t think anyone noticed since there was some loud music playing out on the gymnasium. Not that Rob cared, as he kept pounding away without skipping a beat.
My legs were resting on Rob’s broad shoulders, while he thrusted his cock in me, using one hand to fondle my tits and using his other to rub my clit. The sight of his toned body moving back and forth towards me, fucking my brains out was amazing; I was truly in heaven—even though I knew I was going to hell.
All it took was a drunken slip and the promise of a beautiful cock to get me to cheat on my husband and get plowed by someone who a couple of months ago was a stranger. But this stranger had already made me cum three times.
And I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.
With all these thoughts rushing through my head, I did not notice that Rob had started to move faster and faster, as if indicating he would cum soon. I snapped out of my own thoughts and told him I wanted him to cum down my throat. This seemed to get him even more worked up; he nodded and kept thrusting in me, his balls slapping against my ass like the beat of the song playing outside.
When it was time, he pulled back and told me to get on my knees. I obeyed like the little slut I had become and took over, using one hand to keep stroking him and the other one to help me push him deeper inside me as I sucked the life out of him. It did not take long before I started feeling the throbbing that precedes a good load explosion.
I readied myself and took his first shot to the back of my throat. I wasn’t a stranger to having men cum in my mouth, because that’s how my husband likes it. But the following pumps kept coming faster than I could swallow and my mouth was getting full. I took a big gulp and took his cock out to receive the rest on my big tits.
His cock kept pumping out streams of cum even after I had already swallowed so much of it. It felt great to receive his thick, warm seed on my chest, as I pushed my tits together and looked up at him, like a hungry puppy.
When it seemed like he was done pumping his milk on me, he collapsed back on the desk while I licked his cock clean. It was the least I could do after getting some of the best sex I’ve had in months along with a gift of what felt like litres of his hot cum. I found some tissues to clean myself up while Rob fetched his boxers and his trousers.
We put ourselves together and left the lounge, leaving a few minutes between each exit to keep up appearances. Later that night, I texted him “thank you for coming tonight. You were a huge help.” I intentionally left it vague because I wanted to be able to explain to my husband the text if it ever came up. But I also wanted Rob to know how much I enjoyed him giving me his large meat.
My cell phone pinged back with his response. “It was my pleasure. Anytime.”
After that night, we were intentional about only seeing each other outside of work when other colleagues would be present. Since we were getting along so well through the work day, we didn’t want people to suspect our good work relationship was anything more than that.
This is not to say that we haven’t had our fun since, but it really has only been for a few minutes before saying goodbye after hanging out with colleagues. One time he ate me out and fingered me before I drove home after a happy hour. Another time he drove me home and I thanked him with a blowjob in his car outside my house. This time I made sure to swallow all of his cum, because I didn’t want to make a mess and my husband was home. Luckily, Alex was seating in the living room watching football and didn’t even noticed when I walked in with the taste of Rob’s cum in my mouth.
We have a work conference next month and we have made it very clear that neither of us intends to sleep alone that weekend. My husband and I recently got into some anal play and I have been toying with the idea of letting Rob fully fuck my ass. I can’t wait to let him split me in two and ruin anal for my husband.
I will let you know how that goes.
XOXO
