Over the past several years, my kids have attended the local high school. I, being an involved parent, have attended many a meeting with the teachers through conference days. Over the period of time, I had met the English teacher many times. She was fair skinned, almost frail, articulate, outgoing, and a single mom.
I never thought much about the lady, but over the years, I found myself drawn by her charms. She always was praising my kids for the work done for the classroom, their manners, their unselfish offers to assist her when they could, and more. I enjoyed running into her at school or the community grocery. I would do what I could to chat with her and enjoy her company. She was always nice, and most important to me, touchy. I yearned for her hand to rest on my forearm. I cherished her hand as it rested on my shoulder. I began to wonder if these were signals from her, wanting to let me know she was interested in me. It was between us, no one else would see the little nuances between us, the unspoken communications going forward, building a relationship between us.
I would let her go from my mind for days, weeks at a time. And then, I would see her again. I played scenarios over and over in my head, she wanted me to pick up on her overtures. She wanted me to come to her, hold her, tell her that I wanted her. And then, we would make mad passionate love, lost together, found through joining our bodies and spirits. I would feel the passion we shared. My cock would swell to a point where I would need release. At these times, I would pursue my wife for sex. She had not really written sex off, but lost interest over the 30-years of marriage. “Just fuck me, get it done honey,” she would say. Or “didn’t we just do that last week,”? I never seemed to get enough sex. And now, the English teacher Gwen was interested in me. I needed to find some time for myself. I wanted to share it with Gwen.
Since I am self employed and work out of my home, my time is flexible. I can make time available during the day very easily when my wife is at work. Over the years, I have had numerous sex partners. Finding lonely ladies with husbands that don’t fuck them enough is my specialty. I treat them well, flatter them, let them know how sexy they are. I aggressively pursue sexual opportunities with them. Some have felt bad afterwards, feeling that they have betrayed their husbands or significant others. I never have been turned down for a second fuck though. I am extremely good at sex, well endowed, and have great stamina. Having an athletic body, without a paunch hanging over my belt, has been a tremendous advantage.
On a trip to the local grocery after dropping the kids at school, I ran into Gwen. She was as nice as always, and looked great in a pair of levis that hugged her perfect ass, cupping the cheeks that firmed the jeans nicely. Flat tummy, pert looking little tits held nicely in a Colorado football t-shirt, and just a hint of makeup, she looked terrific.
“Hey Gwen,” I said as I approached her by the bananas.
“Hi yourself,” she replied.
“I am surprised to see you here on a weekday morning. Doesn’t class start about now,” I inquired?
“Can you keep a secret,” she said as she looked around. “I am playing hooky today, and I needed some fruit to eat. So a mad dash to the store was required,” she continued.
“What is the secret worth,” I chuckled. My eyes wandered over her body again, sucking in as much as possible. My mind started turning various scenarios over in my head. “How about a cup of coffee,” I asked?
“I don’t know. It might not feel right,” Gwen replied. “You are married and all. I am a teacher,” she continued.
“We can probably think of all kinds of excuses if you want,” I shot back. “I actually want to pick you brain about a new education based business I am considering starting.”
“Well, if we can run by my place instead of going to the coffee shop, it would allow me to be at my phone if the office calls. And we are not out in public,” she said looking for my approval.
“Sounds great Gwen, I will follow you from here to your place,” I responded. I meandered around the store, tailing her without being too conspicuous. We checked out with our purchases. She was waiting for me in the parking lot.
As I was putting the few groceries I had purchased in the pickup, she approached me, waited until I turned to face her. She placed her hand on my chest. “You do not expect to be too long at my place do you?” she queried.
“By the time you fix us a cup of coffee and we chat, I do not think more than an hour,” I replied.
“Follow me,” she said, turned and was off.
For the next 15-minutes, I only thought about the chance to be alone with her. I pictured her naked body over in my head a dozen times, imagined lowering my body down on hers, placing my cock between the softest lips a cunt could have, and pushing myself forward and guiding my cock into the depths of her body. I could hear her grunts, moans, and verbal response to my body, hear her catch her breath as she saw my 9 ½ inches for the first time, see her stretch her fingers around my 7 ½ inch girth. I could see her amazed by the sheer size of my cock, slightly drooling from the corner of her mouth as she pulled my cock to her face, tasting it with her tongue. I could feel her cup my balls, feeling the weight of the sac. My cock chubbed noticeably!
