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NIS: Mrs. Trotter - Chapter Eight

 

I stared at my perfect breasts. They were covered with dark love bites that Ms. Rodriguez had given me. My nipples seemed larger than they should have been and they refused to grow soft. They'd been stiff and swollen all day long and I rubbed them just to ease the annoying, almost painful arousal of my flesh. My nipples were an inch long probably and nearly as thick as my pinky finger, like fat cow teats, I thought, and they needed milking…except I wasn't lactating. It only felt like I was and I didn't understand why.

I frowned at my pussy as well. My labia, the outer lips, were plump and gaping loosely around the mouth of my vagina. They'd always been slightly larger than average, but now they were obscenely huge. I could pull them apart like fleshy butterfly wings three or four inches long, maybe five? They were thick and rubbery and without panties to keep them snug, I could feel them dangling and rubbing against my thighs when I walked. I'd been feeling them all day long like that and while they weren't particularly sensitive, the sensation did drive me a little crazy.

My inner labia, the smaller lips surrounding my slit, were also puffy with excitement and refusing to close back up after all the sex I'd had. They'd been stretched around so many cocks, including Wayne's enormous member and more recently Mr. Steinway's equally thick manhood. My pussy had been stretched around them so completely, plundered so thoroughly, that the muscles had been pushed and pulled out of shape. I could slide three fingers inside my hole easily, feeling no discomfort at all, even when I'd added a fourth, I felt only the smallest pinch and it felt good.

I wondered if I could fit my thumb inside as well. My hands weren't very large and I tucked my thumb against my palm, holding my breath as I worked my fingers in and out slowly. I had to leaned forward, turning my arm to find the angle, tilting my shoulder and I felt my sex growing tight as my hand went deeper, my pussy being stretched only slightly more than it had been around those cocks. My labia were turned inward, my vulva seeming to bulge outward around my widening slit. I felt a pinch, a small protest and I winced out of nervous fear more than pain. It didn't hurt and I pushed and…POP! My hand sank into my pussy completely and I shivered with the orgasm I'd been looking for.

My cunt grabbed my hand like a hot, wet mouth and squeezed with rapid, happy contractions. I didn't move at all, but only curled my fingers into a fist. My pale wrist grew from the ruddy mouth of my sex and I'd never seen anything like it before. I'd never wanted to. Fisting? The very idea had disgusted me at one time and I couldn't imagine anyone wanting to experience such a thing, but now I had my cunt wrapped around my fist and I turned my hand slowly, gasping as I felt the uneven ridges of my knuckles moving against my tender flesh. I shuddered and closed my eyes, panting for air as I gave into my orgasm completely, surrendering with my thighs clenched tightly against my forearm. 

"June?" Henry called out. "I'm home!"

My hips moved instinctively, rocking my pelvis against the delicious precious inside my sex. I imagined I had a big cock inside me. A huge cock driving into my cunt relentlessly, punching into my cervix and determined to fill me with hot cum. I moved my hand. I had to. I pushed it a fraction deeper, stretching my pussy that much more and another shiver ran up my spine. I fucked myself with my fist, watching my greasy labia engulf another inch of my wrist and reluctantly give it back a moment later. I couldn't get as deep as I wanted to and that felt like a torturous tease as I hunched my back and bent my knees, feeling my tummy muscles burn tightly with the effort of pushing my fist another inch deeper and then another.

"June? Where are you?" My husband wondered as he walked up the stairs.

The pleasure was blinding as my wrist pressed down upon my thrumming clitoris. I gave a muffled yelp and jerked around the pressure in my cunt. I twisted my hand left and right, pushed and pulled it against the clasping walls of my quivering sex. Cum began to flow in a thin, oily stream from around my wrist. It ran from the bottom of my slit and across the distended pucker of my anus. I soon sat in a puddle of juice and the room stank of my ripe arousal. I used my other hand to gather cum on my fingers and I pushed them into my mouth, tasting my own orgasm tart and bitter-sweet. I rubbed the wetness around my bee stung lips and nursed on my fingers like small, hard cocks while I fucked myself to another orgasm.

"Honey? June?"

"I'm taking a bath," I breathed, fighting to get the words out as I sat on the bathroom floor.

"What?" He knocked lightly on the closed door and it wasn't locked, but Henry knew how much I valued my privacy.

He'd never seen me in the bathtub. He'd never even seen me completely naked and in my giddy, feverish state that ridiculous fact nearly made me laugh. But I groaned instead, finding my tits with my free hand and squeezing them, thumbing my nipples one at a time and pinching them between my fingers.

"Are you alright? June?"

"F-Fine!" I gasped loudly. "I'm cumming."

"Okay, take your time," he said and I heard his footsteps receding towards our bedroom. "Do you want to eat out tonight?"

"God yessss…" I breathed, my imagination suddenly filled with visions of Henry sucking my screaming clitoris.

I'd become a slave to my desires, much as I had all day long. There seemed to be no rationale reason for it, but I wasn't looking for one either. I only knew I needed sex. Masturbation wasn't enough and I eased my hand from my pussy as gently as I could in my haste. I winced and gasped as my soft vaginal mouth widened around my palm, throbbing as my cunt gaped wide open. I could see the dark channel leading to my womb, empty but for the pooling of my own juices. I licked my cum stained hand, sucking my fingers and lapping the oily residue from my palm like a dog as I pushed myself off the floor.

"June?" Henry blinked with surprise, standing in our bedroom wearing only his plain boxers, a white t-shirt, and argyle socks.

"Lay down!" I told him, pushing my husband's chest until the edge of the mattress caught his legs, bending his knees and letting him fall onto the bed.

"What are you doing?" he asked, smiling and not yet realizing I was naked and bruised and dripping girl goo from my yawning sex.

"Eat me!" I whispered, nearly jumping on the man in my eagerness to feel his mouth on my sex. "Suck my pussy!"

"You're nakeeemmmph!" Henry's eyes widened with surprise, but I'd already straddled his shoulders with my knees.

I dropped my cunt onto his open mouth, grabbing my husband's head with my hands and pulling him against my crotch. Whatever he may have thought at finding my vulva swollen and hot, my pussy wide open with my labia loose and distended, Henry couldn't say a word. He'd eaten me before, many times, but never like this. We'd always done it in the dark, beneath the sheets where it was safe. I'd always lain so quietly, enjoying his loving attentions, but only rarely expressing my appreciation with much more than a soft moan and weak shiver. This wasn't normal and he couldn't have expected me to be so aggressive, so desperate for his kisses.

"Lick my pussy!" I demanded. "Tongue my hole! Ah! Fuck! Henry! Suck my clit!"

I wanted him to do everything and all at once. I couldn't make up my mind. My clit tormented me and my pussy quivered with the need to be filled. My body flushed hotly and sweat seemed to burst from my pores as I felt his tongue moving. I rocked my hips, grinding my pussy against his mouth. I held his head tightly, refusing to let the man go until he'd made me cum. This was better, I told myself. I needed someone else to make it good. I found myself wishing for someone else. A hard cock for me to suck would have been beautiful just then. Henry could suck my pussy and I could mouth Wayne's huge cock. Someone else could fuck my ass. Todd…No, Mr. Steinway's fat prick stretching my asshole while my husband nursed on my cunt.

That's the fantasy that brought me off a moment later. I mashed my pussy against Henry's face, grinding my gushing pussy across his mouth and nose, ejaculating my female cum all over his cheeks and into his eyes. This was better. This was good. I had a beautiful cum, the one I needed, and my husband held my ass, squeezing my flesh and pulling me against his hungry mouth. He enjoyed it too, I realized, although I have to admit that I wasn't really concerned about him so much. My body was selfish like my emotions and so long as I could cum, I thought about nothing else.

We weren't making love, but only having sex and any other time that might have disappointed me. I loved my husband. I wanted to share my pleasure with him, but not just then. I rode his face to another orgasm, urging him with the foulest language imaginable to fuck my cunt with his tongue. To shove it inside my well-fucked hole and lick my cervix and fuck my womb. Of course, he couldn't do any such thing. Henry's tongue wasn't nearly so long or stiff or thick as even the teenage boys who'd fucked me in my classroom. But still, I did enjoy urging my husband on and he didn't seem to mind. I wasn't even sure he'd noticed how spacious my normally tight pussy had become since he'd last kissed it.

"Oh God!" I giggled after twenty minutes and three amazing orgasms, falling off my husband's red, wet face to lay panting beside him.

"June…" he said weakly, blinking at me and licking his lips, wanting to say something more.

"That was so good, Henry," I breathed, smiling into his warm, confused eyes. "I really needed that."

"I guess so," he replied slowly and I could sense a certain tension in him.

"Let me take care of you now," I whispered, crawling down his body and kissing him through the cotton of his t-shirt as I went.

"What are you doing?"

"I know what you need," I sighed, finding his cock hard in his boxers and I pulled them off his hips.

"What happened to you?" Henry wondered. "Why are you…Oh!"

I took his penis in my mouth, ignoring the pangs of disappointment I felt at finding him much as I expected – small. His cock might have been five inches long, maybe a bit more, and probably much the same size as most of my sophomore students. Like a fifteen-year-old boy, I thought, and not even half as thick as Mr. Clemons had been. I didn't care in my heart, however; I loved my husband and I hadn't married him for his penis.

He groaned as I closed my lips around the swollen head and slid my pouting lips downward, letting Henry's cock ride my wriggling tongue. At least I could take all of him, I took pleasure in that, and I even had enough room to push my tongue beneath the shaft and tickle his scrotum with the tip. I'd become a much better cocksucker than I realized, but my husband certainly appreciated my newfound skills. His hands found my hair, digging into the golden cloud and holding me tightly as his hips moved. He pushed upward as if to give me more of his cock, but there simple wasn't anymore to give.

My nose pressed against his pubes and my lips were wrapped around the base. The head of his cock only threatened to make me gag and I ignored the ticklish sensation completely. If he'd been only an inch longer I might have had him in my throat, but this was nice for both of us. I didn't even have to move. I used my tongue and suckled Henry's penis like an oversized straw, drawing my cheeks inward for a few seconds at a time before I had to swallow the spit and precum filling my mouth.

Henry didn't last very long. Much like when he fucked me, his excitement quickly got the better of his lust and I felt his hot semen spurting into my mouth only two or three minutes after we'd started. I found that disappointing as well and again he reminded me of my students, but I decided to take it as a compliment. My husband plainly enjoyed my mouth and he didn't mind telling me so.

"Ahh…June! That feels so good!" he groaned, bouncing his butt off the mattress as I swallowed his salty cum. "That's the best blowjob I've ever had!"

I pulled my mouth off his weakly spurting cock with a wet plop, holding the shaft in my tight fist as I milked the sperm from his balls.

"Really?" I smiled at him. "How many have you had?"

"Huh? Oh…Ummmm…A few," he admitted sheepishly and I giggled, rather liking that look for some reason.

"Don't be shy!" I teased him, licking my lips with my cummy tongue. "Tell me. How many girls have sucked your cock?"

"What?" he laughed nervously. "I don't think that's something…"

"Before or after we were married?" I asked, rubbing my thumb around the smooth, wet glans of his penis.

"Huh?"

"Henry," I pouted playfully. "Have you been getting your dick sucked at work?"

"No!" He blinked at me. "I'm…Before. I mean, when I was in college I knew a girl and, um…"

"Ohhh…" I sighed and lowered my head so I could kiss his hairy balls. "I thought maybe you were cheating on me."

"I wouldn't, um…What? Nugh-ugh!" He gasped and shivered as I drew his soft scrotum into my mouth, pulling his testes between my lips as well.

I could get both of his balls in my mouth and I continued to jerk Henry off while I gave him a wet, sloppy nut job. I pulled his sack tight and suckled his balls like they were small, soft jawbreakers. My hand nearly covered the length of Henry's shaft completely, leaving only and inch or two for my fist to move up and down. That seemed to be enough for us, though. Henry closed his eyes and smiled at the ceiling and this time he lasted twice as long, six or seven minutes at least before his cock erupted in my fist.

His balls tightened as Henry's muscles pulled them upward with every rapid pulse. His cum spattered on my fingers mostly. It didn't shoot very far at all, but he'd had an orgasm just a few minutes before, so I could understand if his second wasn't quite so enthusiastic. It still felt good for him and I felt my heart swell with love for the man. I kept his balls in my mouth until Henry's orgasm had finished and then spit them out gently so I could lick his cock clean, and my fingers as well. My husband, I thought, had very tasty cum!

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I wanted to talk to my husband, but after I finally did take a bath and cleaned myself thoroughly; after I'd dressed in a modest skirt and a wonderful cashmere sweater, I couldn't bring myself to confess what I'd done. My heart ached to tell Henry everything. I wanted to find some explanation that he'd accept. I wanted to be forgiven and lose the guilt I felt after my feverish desires had faded. I felt ashamed everytime I looked at him and I could feel my face flushing with humiliation. I couldn't bring myself to do it though and I kept waiting for him to ask me the inevitable, unanswerable questions.

But he didn't.

He must have noticed the hickeys on my breasts. He'd certainly discovered my raw, gaping pussy. He'd spent nearly half an hour sucking me off, how could he ignore what was right in front of his nose? I'd let him see me naked for the first time in our lives. I'd sucked his cock! I'd licked his sperm from my fingers while he'd watched and still my husband refused to comment on any of it. I didn't understand and it worried me. I felt confused and frightened, nervous and paranoid, glancing at him every few minutes in search of some clue as to his thoughts and feelings.

But he acted perfectly normal.

"…and then I found they were over-billing Haven Safe Promotions by three hundred percent and refunding most of that to the Attorney General's office in the form of licensing fees." Henry glanced at me. "And you're not hearing a word I'm saying, are you?"

"What?" I blinked and then smiled weakly. "I'm sorry, Henry. I'm listening; I just don't understand any of it."

"Accounting is pretty boring," he admitted with a chuckle. "Sorry. How was your day?"

"Uhhh…" I cleared my throat and blushed, turning my head to look out the window.

We were driving to the nicest restaurant in the city, which was actually nothing more than a large town, if the truth be told. With only some 50,000 people living there, Cotton Falls wasn't what most people would call a metropolis. The tallest building was the Ramada Inn and that only had sixteen stories. We had a shopping mall and Honeywell was the biggest employer. I wasn't exactly sure what they built there, mostly computer equipment, I imagined. The town had a fresh, clean look though, and we liked it a lot. It was the sort of town where people knew each other and could raise their families.

That's another thought I'd been having and didn't particularly want – A family. How many boys had fucked me that day? I tried to count them and gave up. Too many, that's the only possible answer, I thought. One would have been too many and I'd taken dozens of cocks, all of them spewing their potent seed into my fertile womb. How could I have been so foolish? I could have been pregnant just sitting there in the car, listening to my husband ramble on about his boring job. Why didn't he ask what was wrong with me? He hadn't even asked me about the phone calls to his office that morning and Henry's careless, blasé attitude almost made me angry.

"Did you, um…look at my contract when I took the job here?" I asked slowly, needing to say something. "I mean, I know you looked at it, but…Did you read it? All of it?"

"I think so," Henry replied. "I had one of the partners look at it. Why?"

"Did it say anything about, uh…" I swallowed hard and looked at him, "…the Naked in School Program?"

"Uhhh…" He nodded slowly and looked away, concentrating on the road in front of us.

"What?" I asked. "It did say something about it. What was it?"

"It said that teachers are required to participate," he replied and I couldn't tell how he felt about it.

"That's all?"

"Well, there was a lot of legalese involved," he said with a shrug. "But basically, I think it said teachers would participate one week out of the school year and, uh…Are they making you do it?"

"Yeah," I admitted, looking down at my hands. "This week. I had to, um…Today, at school, I was…naked."

"Ah." Henry nodded. "I guess that explains the phone call."

"You knew," I said. "Someone told you, right?"

"A girl called me," he replied. "Uh…Amy? One of your students, I think. She just said you were naked in school and locked in the bathroom and…Are you okay?"

"You're going to ask me now?" I blinked at him, but that didn't make a whole lot of sense, I suppose.

"Uh, well…" Henry smiled nervously.

"I'm fine," I said, crossing my arms over my chest and feeling angry for no good reason at all, except I'd been a cheating slut all day.

"It's just part of the job," he said. "Don't worry, I'm not jealous or anything. I love you, June."

"I know."

"George called me this afternoon and explained…"

"George? Principal Steinway? He called you?"

"He said you were doing fine," Henry said with a reassuring smile. "That you were teaching and having a good time and…everything was perfectly okay."

"Oh."

"I know it couldn't have been easy for you," my husband sighed, reaching for my bare leg and stroking me beneath my skirt. "I wasn't ignoring anything; I just didn't want to make it worse. I think the Program is good for the kids and I'm very proud of you."

"You do? You are?"

"Well, sure," he said with a soft chuckle. "I just wish I was still in high school. All those girls running around naked?"

"Huh!" I snorted.

"You must have given the boys a little thrill," he teased me, sliding his hand a little higher and for some reason Henry's touch was turning me on.

"Maybe," I admitted softly, licking my lips and spreading my thighs a little wider for him.

"I can just imagine a school full of horny teenage boys watching you walk around," he continued. "That beautiful body of yours. Those tits…Your perfect ass…"

"What?" I stared at him, feeling my body growing warmer, my pussy tingling as my clitoris began to wake. Henry never talked to me like that!

"Those poor boys are going to be dreaming of you tonight," he told me as his fingertips found my lace panties. "Jerking off in their beds thinking about you."

"Henry…" I breathed, squirming in the seat as I felt him massaging my moist pussy through the thin satin.

"Makes my cock hard just thinking about it," he whispered, looking at me more than the road. "Did any of them touch you? Did you let them finger your pussy, June?"

"Ohhh…" I groaned as he pushed his fingers between my pussy lips, pulling my panties tight as the thin crotch threatened to tear.

"George told me about reasonable requests," my husband said. "He told me you might have to…do things. You let them kiss your tits, didn't you?"

"Yessss…" I hissed between clenched teeth as I grabbed Henry's wrist with both hands.

"What else did they do?" he asked, driving past the restaurant without slowing.

His fingers were digging a satin furrow along the cleft of my vulva and my clitoris had grown hard enough to make a tiny bulge at the very top. Henry found it with his thumb, pressing my clit and making me jerk with pleasure.

"Did you suck their cocks, June? Did you give those poor boys relief after teasing them with your sexy, naked body?"

"Oh! Oh God!" I gasped, grinding my sex against his hand as I moved it around. I held his wrist like an odd shaped dildo, fucking myself against his fingers and cursing my panties as they restrained his exploration.

"Did you let them fuck you?" Henry asked, pulling into the empty parking lot of a Wells-Fargo bank and throwing the car into park with a sharp jolt.

"Fuck me!" I breathed, clawing at the door and finding the handle by accident as much as anything else.

I nearly fell onto the asphalt and stumbled to the front of the car, bending over the hot metal with the engine still running, the headlights illuminating my wide spread legs. Henry hadn't wasted any time either. My husband was right there, pushing me down with one hand between my shoulders and the other yanking my skirt upwards. He didn't try to remove my panties, but only tore them aside with a ripping sound that seemed to echo through the still night air.

His cock drove into my cunt from behind and I felt it, but only barely. He simply wasn't large enough to stretch my recently fucked pussy, but in my head – in my heart – I felt my husband's cock driving into my steaming sex relentlessly. Whatever I needed to feel physically couldn't compare with my emotions. I could feel him just fine. The knowledge that I was taking my husband's prick bareback for the first time in our short marriage made me cum quickly.

"I love you!" I gasped, shivering beneath Henry's weight as he lay on my back.

He'd cum too, I realized, just as quickly as I had. A thirty second fuck and that might have been laughable if hadn't been so spectacular. Only someone desperately in love can understand that and as short as it lasted, somewhere in my feverish mind I knew that I'd just had the best fuck of my life.

"I love you too," Henry breathed, finding my mouth with his as I turned my smiling face. We kissed longer than we'd fucked, a lot longer, and Henry cock slipped out of me unnoticed.

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"I feel wonderful," I said with a giggle, drinking my third glass of champagne over a candlelit dinner.

"You look wonderful," Henry agreed and we'd been sharing meaningless affections ever since we'd sat down.

"I feel like we're on our third date again," I said and Henry gave me a smile.

"Not our first one?"

"I didn't love you on our first date," I said with another small laugh.

"I loved you," Henry sighed. "From the second I saw you."

"Liar," I sighed happily. "But don't stop, I like it."

"I'm not lying," he said, reaching for my hand and stroking me with his fingertips. "I stalked you for a month before I got up the nerve to say hello."

"Really?" I gave him a doubtful look.

"It's true," he said with a nod. "You were dating that football player…What was his name?"

"I can't remember."

"Liar," Henry teased me.

"No," I whispered, staring into his eyes. "I don't remember him at all."

"You must have had a lot of boyfriends if you can't remember their names."

"Be nice!" I giggled. "They don't matter anyway. I married you, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember that," Henry sighed. "The best day of my life."

"But the night could have been better," I admitted with a frown. "I'm sorry I was so…frigid."

"Frigid?" he shook his head and gave my hand a squeeze. "No. I was just happy to wake up next to you the next morning."

"Yeah?" I bit my bottom lip.

"I was afraid it was just a dream," he whispered. "I love you so much, June."

"I love you too, Henry."

"Ahem…Are you finished?" a busboy asked, gesturing at our neglected plates. "Can I take these away?"

"Yes. Please." Henry nodded without looking, but the voice sounded familiar to me.

"Jake?" I blinked at him as memories of his cock stealing my anal virginity filled my mind.

"Hi, Mrs. Trotter," he said with a grin. "You look really great tonight."

"Uh…Thanks," I replied weakly, feeling my face burn with embarrassment and my asshole seemed to pucker with an unexpected muscle contraction.

"One of your students?" Henry wondered, looking at the boy.

"Jake Hanson," he said, introducing himself with a smile. He even held out his hand. "Mrs. Trotter was teaching us gym class today."

"Oh." Henry smiled back as he shook the hand of the first boy who'd ever butt fucked his wife.

"You know…" Jake grinned, "…physical education?"

"Right," Henry agreed. "Well, June loves to teach."

"Yeah." The boy nodded. "She's really great. Here…Let me get this stuff out of the way."

I could only sit there, red faced and sweating as Jake cleared away the dishes and made room for the dessert we hadn't ordered yet. He kept looking at me, of course, giving me a lascivious, knowing grin. I felt the warmth growing inside me and my eyes traveled down his uniform and I caught myself trying to discern a bulge in his black trousers, but I couldn't tell if he had an erection or not. Part of me, the wanton slutty part, hoped he did. I wanted to think that he remembered stretching my virgin asshole with his prick, sliding through my clasping rectum and into my bowels over and over until he'd dumped his hot load inside my body.

"Are you feeling okay?" Henry asked, noticing my flushed cheeks as I squirmed in my chair.

Like a paper cut that doesn't hurt until it's noticed, my ass had felt fine until Jake had shown up to remind me how sore I really was down there. I'd let five? six? of my students fuck me in the ass and by the end of it I'd wanted more. My pussy quivered and I'd been feeling our mixed cum leaking past my torn panties all evening. I hadn't cleaned myself after Henry had fucked me on the car. I'd wanted to savor the feeling and more than that, I liked it that Henry knew we were sitting in a fine, romantic restaurant with his cum spilling down my thighs.

I need him again, but not Henry.

"Too much champagne," I said with an apologetic smile. "I, uh…I'm going to freshen up."

"Okay," my husband said agreeably. "I'll order you some of that cheesecake you like."

"Just a sliver," I said, standing up slowly and ignoring the stares from other men sitting with their wives and girlfriends.

I'd long been accustomed to male unwanted attention and I think Henry actually enjoyed seeing the envy on other men's faces, but I'd always found it annoying. The wanted attention was what interested me at the moment and I wasn't sure what I was doing or why. I had to be crazy. I wondered if I suffered from some mental disorder like schizophrenia or something. I loved my husband. We were sitting together and I could have asked him for anything. So why did I catch Jake's eye and give him the smallest possible nod on my way to the ladies room?

He followed me, as I knew he would.

"Mrs. Trotter?" he whispered, pushing open the door and I grabbed his arm, pulling the boy inside.

"In my ass!" I told him, practically dragging him towards the stalls and shouldering one open.

"No problem!" He chuckled as I face the toilet and bent over the plumbing, spreading my legs and grabbing the toilet seat.

We didn't say much else after that. We had to be quick and quiet and I closed my eyes, concentrating on muffling the sharp gasp and low groans that rose from my tummy. Jake pushed my skirt over my back and found my ragged panties with his hand, tearing them apart at my left hip so that they fell around my right ankle. His cock was already stiff and my knees shook as I felt him rubbing the head across my cum soaked pussy.

For a second I thought he'd fuck me there, but he only wanted to get his penis slippery with my husband's cum. Jake pressed his cockhead against my tender sphincter and pushed hard, splitting my anus easily and driving half his prick into my rectum all at once. I winced and swallowed down the noises of pleasure that threatened to erupt from my open mouth. I shoved myself against him, rolling my hips as if screwing my asshole onto his penis and that felt amazing.

"Yeah, Mrs. Trotter," Jake breathed. "Fuck my cock, you slut!"

He wasn't moving, but only enjoying the ride as I writhed around his erection. I rocked my ass and rolled my hips in a tight circle, taking him deeper and deeper until I felt his wool trousers itching my butt cheeks. Jake fucked me then. He leaned over me enough to reach my tits, cupping my aching breasts through my sweater while he hunched his hips with short, quick strokes. My asshole burned. My pussy quivered against the vibrations. My entire body grew tense as my rectum clasped itself around Jake's beautiful cock.

I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit with cum stained fingers. I had to cum and Jake was making it easy. His cock filled my asshole completely and I shuddered with a wild orgasm, digging three fingers into my sex and feeling my cunt collapsing around them. Jake didn't even slow down. He drove his dick into my ass relentlessly, huffing and puffing into my hair, holding my tits and squeezing them so hard I thought they'd burst beneath his fingers. 

My orgasm seemed never ending and somewhere in the middle of it Jake found his own release. Hot semen filled my asshole, soothing my weary muscles as it seeped into every nook and cranny. That familiar greasy feeling was a welcome one and I nodded my head with happy acceptance. That's what I'd needed. A hard cock in my ass. A load of fresh ball juice to keep me warm inside. I giggled softly, licking my lips and panting for air. I felt like a slut. I knew I was a slut. I hadn't been able to sit still for ten seconds knowing Jake's cock was right there waiting for me.

"That was awesome," Jake chuckled, pulling his semi-hard penis from my asshole and using my skirt to wipe it clean. "Thanks for the fuck, Mrs. Trotter."

"Yeah." I breathed standing up as the boy put his cock away and zipped up his pants.

He left quickly and I spent several minutes washing my hands and face. I felt my asshole burning, but not with pain. It didn't hurt, but only felt uncomfortable and I fixed my make-up as I felt the first dribble of Jake's semen leaking from my puffy anus. I felt squishy as I walked out of the ladies room and I had to concentrate on walking normally, ignoring the odd sensation of having an ass load of cum leaking from my rectum.

Some of the other patrons must have noticed though. I heard some soft giggles and the odd whisper here and there, but I kept my head up. I didn't feel ashamed or even particularly guilty. It always took me some time to come down from a good orgasm and the adrenalin and endorphins, all those magic chemicals were like a wonder drug that filled me with nothing but confidence. I felt good and nobody could know what I'd been doing. None of those people knew the busboy had just fucked my ass in the ladies room.

"Hi," I said with a smile, sitting down gingerly and suddenly wondering if I stank of sex. Perhaps that's what people had noticed.

"Hi," Henry replied with a soft chuckle and I gave him a curious look. "Do you feel better?" he wondered and I nodded.

"Much," I said and he still looked at me strangely. "What is it? Do I have something on my face?"

"Uh, no." Henry shook his head. "You're, uh…panties are…"

He leaned over slightly, as if looking at something on the floor and I looked down too. I didn't see anything at first, but then I saw my ragged, cum stained panties hanging loosely off my right ankle.

"Oh!" I blinked and blushed and giggled nervously. "Uhhh…Oh!"

"Yeah." Henry chuckled. "One of your favorite students, eh?"

"W-What?" I felt my cheeks redden finally and my tummy did a flip-flop as I realized Henry knew I hadn't been alone in the restroom.

"He's a good looking kid." My husband shrugged and I couldn't believe he wasn't angry.

"I'm sorry!" I gasped softly. "I didn't mean to…I don't know why…I just…I'm sorry!"

Any other husband would have slapped me, or walked out of the restaurant and left me crying.

"Eat your dessert," he said and then stopped me as I tried to remove my panty from my foot with as little embarrassment as possible. "No, leave it right where it is, June."

"But…" I glanced around the room and a dozen couples were staring at me with a mixture of amusement and contempt.

"Everybody's already seen it anyway," my husband said. "They all know your slut."

"What?" I blinked at him, but Henry only smiled as he reached for my fork.

"Open up…" he prompted me as if I was a child, sliding a bite of Boston cream pie between my lips. "Did you fuck the chef too?"

I shook my head as I chewed slowly, lowering my eyes submissively and feeling my face burn with humiliation.

He refused to give me back my fork and spent ten minutes slowly feeding me tiny bites. I have no idea why I found that so completely humiliating, but I did. I begged him with my eyes to stop and let me go. To allow me to remove the torn lace panties from around my ankle, but he only smiled and admonished me to chew slowly. I felt my eyes growing moist, but I didn't cry, thank God. Not even when our waiter arrived with the check.

"Do you want to tip him?" my husband asked. "I can wait."

"Henry!" I felt my bottom lip trembling and one lonely tear finally rolled down my left cheek.

 

        Epilogue