The day after treating Sam to a quickie blow job under his desk, I decided I needed to get to work even earlier. I wanted to be able to draw things out to enhance his enjoyment of my particularly erotic oral skill set.
When I got to the side door of his classroom, it was propped open for me. I grinned. When I stepped inside, he looked up and smiled.
“May I help you?” he asked coyly.
I unpinned my red hair and let it fall about my shoulders. “Actually, I am here to help you,” I answered seductively.
“Oh?”
“Yes. You work hard every day and deserve some relaxation.”
Sam laughed. “Since I met you, I definitely work hard every day.”
I shot him an amused look and said, “I can take care of that.”
But he stood up as I approached his desk, took me in his arms, and kissed me passionately. His hands found their way under my skirt, and he discovered nothing impeding his access to what he wanted.
“You’re a naughty girl,” he scolded playfully as his fingers dipped into my wetness, quickly rendering me unable to speak coherently.
All I could do was murmur, “Mmm hmm.”
Sam worked his magic, bringing me to a shuddering climax before leading me over to his desk, hoisting me up, and sitting down in his chair so he could spread my legs and feast upon my sweet nectar. His tongue lapped at my clit like a kitty enjoying a bowl full of cream. It didn’t take long for my body to quake with orgasm again. But that didn’t stop him from continuing the onslaught of wicked tongue action.
He slid two fingers into my juicy hole and nibbled at my clit until I bucked against his face as a wave of orgasms caused my body to quake.
Without a word, he picked me up and bent me over his desk with my skirt around my waist. I heard him unzip his pants, and soon I felt the head of his cock rubbing against my drenched slit. I moaned softly, eager to have him inside of me. As he slipped inside, I pushed back against him, encouraging him to take me as deeply as possible. He grabbed my hips and hammered into me with plenty of vigor but all the finesse of a horny frat boy.
I didn’t bother telling him to slow down. I knew that part of the urgency was knowing someone could knock on that door at any moment. I allowed my imagination to go there and was so aroused by the thought of being caught that finesse no longer mattered. I just wanted him to fuck me senseless.
“Fuck me hard, Sam! God, yes!”
He was more than happy to oblige, pounding into my needy little cunt repeatedly.
“Oh, God, Sam! I’m so close! Fuck me hard and fast and deep!” I hissed, trying desperately not to be too loud. The door was closed, but that didn’t mean it was soundproof.
His relentless fucking brought me close to the edge, where I teetered for what seemed like forever. He spat on my puckered rosebud, inserted his thumb, and pushed me over the cliff as I came hard, squirting like a geyser.
He pulled out and said, “Get under my desk!”
I frowned but did what he demanded, scurrying under the desk as he sat in the chair, pulled himself in, and fed me his cock. Tasting my juices on his stiff shaft was erotic as fuck. I sucked him eagerly, cleaning my nectar from his rod while I drove him wild with my exquisite oral skills.
My fingers played deftly with his balls while my tongue swirled around his dick, teasing him mercilessly. Inch by inch, I took him deeper into my mouth until my nose touched his belly.
“Oh, God, that feels so fucking good!” he bellowed. “Keep sucking; I’m gonna blow my load down your throat.”
He grabbed my head and lodged himself in my throat as he came, choking me with rope after rope of thick cum. I swallowed it all and eventually caught my breath as he eased back out of my mouth.
“You’re really fucking good, you know that?” he panted, praising me for my ability to give fantastic head. “I hope you enjoyed it.”
I beamed at Sam. “I absolutely enjoyed that.” I didn’t mention that I’d hoped to make it last longer. His satisfaction was written all over his face, and that was enough for me. Especially since my pussy was still tingling from the multitude of orgasms I’d had.
“Okay, well, we should clean up. I have a student arriving in ten minutes for some help with last night’s homework.”
“What? Sam, what if they had showed up early?”
“Then we’d be in a lot of trouble, wouldn’t we?”
When my mouth fell open, he laughed. “I’m kidding. I told him to meet me in the main office. I didn’t want to take any chances. But maybe next time, we should use the supply room to fool around just to be on the safe side.”
“Good idea. When would that be?”
“Tomorrow morning. Can you come in early again?”
I laughed, remembering that he was making up for lost time.
“Let me text my husband to find out if he can stay until our sitter arrives tomorrow morning. I’ll let you know at lunchtime.”
I left Sam’s room and went straight to the staff restroom to tidy up. Once I was sure I didn’t look or smell like a freshly used whore, I headed to my classroom and took out my phone. There was a text from my husband waiting for me.
Were you a bad girl this morning?
I laughed. It still sometimes surprised me how much my man enjoyed me playing with others.
Yes.
That’s it? That’s all I get? Where are the details, my horny little slut.
He fingered me to my first orgasm within the first minute and a half. Next, he sat me on his desk, demonstrating his better-than-average oral skills. After I came hard, he bent me over his desk and fucked me like he was about to join the seminary, and I was his last chance at pussy.
Did he cum inside you?
No, he pulled out and made me climb under the desk and deep-throat him. I swallowed every drop.
You’re the best wife ever.
Thanks, baby. Any chance you can let me come to work early again tomorrow?
There was a pause.
I can move around some stuff in my schedule. But there’s something I want in return.
Whatever you want, name it.
I want you to arrange a threesome with Sam.
It was my turn to hesitate.
I’ll try.
You’ll do more than try. Tell him if he wants you to keep coming in early, he’ll agree to whatever you want.
You mean what YOU want, right?
I thought that was what we both wanted. It has to be something we both desire, or it’s not fun.
I have to admit, a threesome sounds delicious. I can ask him. He might be willing. He has to want it, too, right?
Right. I’m sure you can convince him if you want it badly enough. If not, you can keep playing with him and just keep telling me all the salacious details.
Let me figure out the logistics and broach the subject. I’ll keep you posted.
That’s my sexy little redhead. I love you.
Love you, too!
All my senses were tingling for the rest of the morning. I kept thinking about how lucky I was that I was married to a man who was crazy about me and encouraged me to have some hot fun. But I was also fortunate to have a sexy, younger man who was more than happy to enjoy a redheaded MILF. Picturing being in bed with both of them had me dripping with desire and need. I was no longer hung up on the idea that I had encouraged Sam to cheat. He was a grown ass man; if he wanted to enjoy my body that was on him, not me.
At lunchtime, I told Sam we were good to meet the next day. His eyes got big as there were other teachers in the staff lounge, so I said, “You asked me if I could come in earlier to look over that lab activity, remember?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry. It’s been a hectic day; I forgot I’d asked you.”
No one was paying attention to our conversation anyway, but Sam seemed appeased by my cover story. We sat across the table from each other, playing it very cool while wishing we could ravish each other right there and then.
The staff lounge cleared out when the bell rang, leaving us alone. I decided to be brave.
“Hey, would you ever consider a threesome?”
Sam spit out his water and looked at me in disbelief.
“I mean, wouldn’t it be hot to fuck another man’s wife while she sucked his cock?”
I decided to let the idea ruminate for a bit and turned to leave the lounge.
“Are you coming?” I asked innocently.
“Nope, not cumming yet,” he teased, “but I’m so fuckin’ hard I can’t stand up just yet.”
I laughed and left him to contemplate my invitation with his pants bulging and his tongue half hanging out of his mouth.
I wiggled my ass as I walked away, prompting Sam to yell, “Not helping!”
I kept walking, knowing he was watching my ass, and I wondered if he was picturing his cock sliding into it.
