My former teacher Margie and neighbor Lee became fast friends, paddling their kayaks together often. Lee told me Margie was shocked at first when she learned of my relationship with Becka and Emma, but she got used to the idea as she got to know us all.
Margie's husband was on a month long business trip to Kuwait, and she knew for a fact he was taking advantage of his freedom while he was away, so she did too, stopping by my place often. We got used to each others bodies, and our fucking had slowly built up in intensity to the point where she was asking me to give it to her harder when I had nothing harder left to give. We had a ball.
About two weeks in she told me her friend Bonnie Burns was coming to spend the weekend with her. Ms. Burns, as I knew her in high school, was the stuff of every male schoolmate's wet-dreams. Where Margie was a conservative looking teacher — nice but stern, Ms. Burns was softer, curvier, and way sexier. Long wavy hair, eye makeup, tight skirts, long legs with stockings — the works.
"Remember when you asked me if you could tell Mark about us?" Margie asked me one day.
"Yeah, don't worry, I never said anything," I said.
"I was thinking, with Bonnie coming to visit, maybe we could all get together?" she said shyly.
"Why Mrs. Millbanks! Are you suggesting what I hope you're suggesting?" I said with a big smile.
"He looked awfully good when I ran into him a few weeks ago," she said, blushing a little. "And I know what you boys thought of Bonnie back in school."
"Oh yeah, this is happening!" I said. "Whaddaya say we surprise him. You guys can be sunbathing in bikinis or all done up in lingerie in the bedroom."
"I'll tell her to bring some sexy clothes," Margie said.
"As I recall, that's all she owned," I smiled.
"You guys must've thought I was a prude in comparison," she said.
"Honesty, we just thought you were a teacher, which is good I guess," I said.
"I guess, but it's nice to be lusted after once in a while," she said.
"Well if right now counts you're getting your wish," I said with a smile.
We stripped each other for the umpteenth time, and Margie gasped when she saw my cock, as she always did.
"I'll never get used to this thing," she said. "Bonnie's gonna go nuts. She's been calling me like every day for weeks now."
"What's her life like these days?" I asked.
"I told you about her bookstore," Margie said. "It seems like it'd be a tough business these days, but she does surprisingly well with it. There's a cafe area, and she has acoustic music in there."
"Cool," I said. "I've got just the act for her — a couple of good friends of mine. They travel all over the country playing music. I'll have to tell her about them. So how's her love life?"
"Lousy," Margie said. "She looks like a high-maintenance trophy-wife type, so she attracts that kind of guy, but she's not like that at all. She's really down-to-earth, and needs a low key guy."
"So she needs a make-over that goes the opposite direction than most," I said.
"Yeah, I guess," Margie said. "She's been a girly-girl since she was a kid. It's a hard habit to break."
"You gonna do something with that thing in your hands, or what?" I asked, gesturing to my slowly wilting cock.
"Wow," she said. "It's amazing how I've gotten used to being with you. It's almost like it's not a big deal any more."
"It's not a big deal, but it's still big fun," I said, and Margie smiled before taking me into her mouth. "You're gettin' pretty good at that you know."
"Teachers can learn too you know," she said. "I had no idea there was so much sexual instruction on the internet."
She gave me a nice, much improved blow-job, and I came in her mouth, which she had decided she absolutely loved. She liked me to cum on her face too, which is something I've never really gotten into — it seems degrading to my sweet women friends — but when she asked me for it, I obliged, and she looked awfully sexy that way.
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A few days later Bonnie arrived in town. I had spoken to Mark and invited him to come over at seven in the evening for drinks. I told him it was a special surprise, so he knew it was something good. Margie and Bonnie arrived at six-thirty.
"Ms. Burns, I'm afraid I can't find my homework," I said with a big smile as they came up my front walkway.
"Steven, we're going to have to keep you after school, very late," she said with a huge radiant smile, and we hugged like long lost lovers. "Margie's description sounded good, but wow!" she said. "You did grow into something special, didn't you."
"I could say the same about you Bonnie," I said, and I hugged Margie. "Come on in you two."
"Watch yourself," Margie said to Bonnie. "He'll sweet-talk the panties right off of you."
"If I had known that I would have worn some," Bonnie said with a wicked smile.
It was a cool evening, and they had on light jackets. When they took them off they looked stunning. Done up to the nines, but not in a fancy party kind of way, more of a sexy summer soiree by the pool kind of way. Thin cotton summer dresses, Margie's with bare shoulders and Bonnie's completely backless down to her ass crack. They both displayed lovely cleavage, and Bonnie was bra-less — those tits I dreamed about in high school were only lightly sheathed by the thin cotton. With their sexy makeup, and hair that looked perfect but would look even better messed up, they were the picture of two sexy middle aged women ready for good times. Mark was gonna have a stroke when he saw them.
"This place is wonderful!" Bonnie said. "Absolutely perfect. You fit right into it so nicely. So often men don't look right in the places they live, but this is definitely you. And that boat outside fits your personality too. I'd love to see it tomorrow — the scene of the crime."
"What crime?" I asked.
"When you practically bludgeoned poor Margie to death with that thing in your pants," she said with a wicked smile.
"Oh yeah," I said, a little embarrassed. " I don't think she was used to . . . it was kinda hot down there that day."
"Positively on fire I bet," she said, looking at me like this was going to be a night to remember.
Just then Mark knocked at the door.
"Would you like to answer it Ms. Burns?" I asked with a smile.
"Why Mark Rigford!" she said to my shocked looking friend as she opened the door. "I hope you've done your homework — there
will
be a test later."
"Ms.
Burns
?" Mark said, not believing his eyes.
"Have you ever been tested by two teachers at once?" Margie asked as she showed herself from behind the door.
"Sorry to shock you this way honey," Bonnie said, "but the look on your face is worth the trip alone. My goodness, you and Steve did grow into some specimens, didn't you."
