Author's introduction: This is yet another total fantasy dreamed up by my over-active kinky imagination. It isn't even based on anything that I've experienced during my long period as both a teacher and a Hot Wife. But I'm as entitled to fantasize as the next person, right? This story involves younger/older sex and multiple partner play. If that doesn't float your boat, please move on and find something more fitting to your 'interests'. For those of you who want to continue reading, please consider leaving a comment and a star rating when you've finished. All authors appreciate feedback.
As in all my works, I must stress that what you are about to read contains descriptions of sexual activity. This takes place between consenting adults, all of whom are eighteen years of age or older. Thanks for reading this far. Enjoy my fantasy!
"Yes, alright, I'll do it," Olwen Simpson said into the telephone, adding, "on one condition."
"What sort of condition?" asked Julius Mackenzie, "I don't like being given instructions, Olwen."
"Oh, don't I know that!" laughed Olwen. "Don't worry, Julius. All I want you to arrange is that when Richard and I come to your party on Saturday night, I want you to ensure that when we split up for some fun, I get to be your partner. I'll never forget that last party at Wendy and David's house. You fucked me three times! I want a repeat performance this weekend, please!"
Julius gave a hoot of laughter.
"That's easily arranged," he said. "I enjoyed our time together too. You and Richard have been a breath of fresh air since joining our swinging group, despite Richard's lack of size and his apparently annoying habit of cumming much too quickly! The word is that he's very good with his tongue."
"It's why we started swinging," Olwen replied. "I love Richard dearly, and until he mentioned me finding a better equipped lover, I'd have quite happily gone on having sex with him and only having the occasional orgasm. But since we joined the group, I'm hooked! I love being fucked by real men with lovely big cocks! Richard still reclaims me when we get home, but recently I can barely feel him in me when I've been with another man! He usually finishes me off with oral worship."
Julius laughed again.
"Well, you'll certainly get well fucked on Saturday, I can promise you that," he chuckled. "Anyway, I must go. Thanks for agreeing to do this, Olwen. Julie and I are most grateful to you."
"Don't mention it," Olwen replied, "and thank you for agreeing to arrange Saturday night. I'm getting wet just thinking about having your lovely cock in me again! See you on Saturday!"
She put the receiver down and smiled at her husband, who had just come into the conservatory with a tray bearing two mugs of coffee. He handed one to Olwen and sat down opposite her.
"Who was that on the phone?" he asked. "I heard it ringing when I was in the kitchen."
"Julius," Olwen replied, sipping her coffee and wincing. It was really hot. "He's asked me to do some coaching with Julian and Julia over the half term holidays. They've got exams as soon as we go back to school in a couple of weeks, and they've both expressed some anxieties about passing. They're both going to need A level English if they want to go to their chosen university."
"Is that ethical?" asked Richard. He smiled as he saw Olwen reach into the humidor on the coffee table to select one of her cigars. She cut the end and put the cigar into her mouth. Richard sparked up the lighter that stood by the humidor, and Olwen dipped her head and began to puff life into her smoke.
When she was satisfied that it was properly lit, she leaned back and exhaled a stream of creamy cigar smoke out through her nostrils.
"Of course it's ethical," she replied. "The twins are pupils in my school. I have a duty of care to ensure that they reach their potential. Since they moved here from the West Indies, they've come on in leaps and bounds. They are older than everyone else in their class, of course. We put them back a year when they arrived, and they are both already eighteen now. The oldest other pupils in their class won't be eighteen until September at least."
"Why did you put them in a lower age class?" asked Richard.
"They hadn 't covered the same syllabus in the West Indies as our children," Olwen answered. "It was felt that they needed an extra year to catch up. That proved to be the correct decision."
She smoked her cigar slowly, enjoying the flavour, and leaning over to give Richard the occasional smokey kiss. He didn't smoke himself, but seeing Olwen, or any woman for that matter, with a cigar between her lips always gave him a hard on. He rubbed the bulge in his trousers gently.
"Shall we go upstairs and have some fun?" Olwen asked with a mischievous grin. "I've arranged for Julius to be my partner on Saturday night. I know you'll want to reclaim me when we get home, but after I've had a real man's cock in me, your little thing doesn't do it for me, I'm afraid. But I'm nice and tight now. Maybe you could last long enough to give me an orgasm before you cum?"
"I doubt it," replied Richard sadly. "I've been hard for ages watching you smoke, and I'm leaking already. But if you like, I'll fuck you and then if you haven't cum, I'll go down on you and clean you up with my tongue. How does that sound?"
"It sounds delightful," smiled Olwen, getting to her feet. "I do love you, Richard. And I'm so glad you persuaded me to join the swinger group. Now I get the best of both worlds. A loving husband and plenty of lovely big cock!"
Hand in hand, Olwen and Richard went upstairs. He was right in his assumption. No sooner had he slid his tiny cock into Olwen, and she had clamped down on him, he managed a few thrusts and then shot a rope of cum into her.
His cock immediately wilted and slipped out of Olwen.
"Sorry, my love," he muttered, very red faced. "Let me see if I can get you off with my tongue."
When Richard had first mentioned going down on Olwen after he'd cum in her too soon, she'd protested that her cunt had cum in it, and that Richard wouldn't want all that gooey mess in his mouth, but he'd insisted, and these days she looked forward to him getting her off that way. She could hardly ever feel his cock in her anyway, not since they'd started swinging, and she'd experienced a real man sized cock. Olwen opened her legs and when she felt Richard's tongue penetrate her, she wrapped them around his neck, trapping his face between her thighs.
"Mmm! that's nice," she murmured as he began to suck on her clit. Richard certainly lacked both size and stamina in the cock department, but when it came to oral worship, he was up there with the best of them. Olwen enjoyed a lovely orgasm, thanks to his tongue, and eventually the two of them drifted off to sleep happy and content.
The following day, in school, Olwen was in her usual easy going teacher mode. She was popular with her pupils because she gave and demanded respect. Most pupils enjoyed her lessons, and it was at the end of an A level class that Olwen closed the copy of Shakepeare's Hamlet that they were studying that term, and looked up at the nine pupils in her class with a smile.
"Thank you, year thirteen " she said sincerely. "I hope you are beginning to see now how manipulative Gertrude is, and how weak Hamlet's step father is. He enjoys having a new, more dominant wife. We'll pick it up again in Friday afternoon's lesson. You may go, quietly please. Julian and Julia, will you stay behind for a few minutes, please? I have something I want to discuss with you both."
As the rest of the class trooped out, Julian and Julia Mackenzie approached Olwen's desk.
"Have we done something wrong, Mrs. Simpson?" asked Julian, in his beautiful Caribbean lilt. The Mackenzie family had lived in Wales for nearly seven years now, but neither of the twins had lost their accents, just like their father. Olwen loved hearing them both speak.
"Not at all," she smiled reassuringly. "But I spoke to your father last night. Did he mention our conversation?"
