David Ingram - Swinging Teachers

He finally rolled on his back, his cock lying wetly against his leg. "That was really fine," he said.

"Yes," she answered. "I like it, too."

She reached for her purse on the floor beside the bed and fumbled out a cigarette and her lighter. She lit two and handed him one. He smoked for a minute and then sat up and finally got to his feet.

Leslie remained on her back, watching the smoke swirl in the air, and then turned her gaze to Rex. She watched his cock hang limp and thick between his legs while he pulled on his shorts. She decided she liked the looks of a man's cock, even when it was soft. Barney had a nice cock, thick and long.

She'd married Barney a little over two years ago and she had cheated on him twice, counting today. They were practically newlyweds the first time. It hadn't hurt Barney, though, because he had never found out; he wouldn't find out this time, either. She was a virgin when she had married Barney, but sex had been very good for her right from the start, and she needed it, now. The first time wasn't her fault, really; she had been in need, the guy was a real smoothie, and she was drunk. This time was different; she went looking for it. She wondered which was worst.

"You'd better get dressed, Leslie," Rex said. "My wife thinks I'm playing golf and she'll expect me home soon."

"Okay," Leslie said, and got to her feet.

He dropped her off at her car and she drove straight home. She went up to the bedroom and took off her clothing. She went to the window where the afternoon breeze fluttered through the curtains. Opening her legs, she threw her head back and sighed while the breeze cooled the sweat hanging on the insides of her thighs. The first time she cheated on Barney had satisfied her appetite, and she had sworn never to do it again, but now after the second time… well, she wasn't satisfied. She still felt the need.

She went to bed, turned back the covers, and crawled in. Lying on her back, her hand slipped down between her legs. She pushed a finger into her cunt and sighed with pleasure. It was a sticky mess in there, and her finger moved in and out easily.

She looked at the tiny gold watch on her wrist; Jesus, almost three-thirty. Barney would never approve of her being in bed this time of day. She spread her thighs wider and got two fingers in.

Leslie couldn't be completely honest with her husband the way she wanted to be; there were too many things he didn't approve of. Besides, he wouldn't respect her if she knew some of the thoughts that went through her mind.

She thought of Ted Clark. He was president of the school board where Barney was teaching. She and Barney had been married only three months. Ted was and older man, over fifty, but still terribly attractive, and very aggressive. She hadn't instigated it, or even dreamed that she would allow it, but he must have sensed that she was in heat. He'd had a nice cock, a little bigger than Barney's, and she had enjoyed herself. Perhaps because it was stolen fruit. It was during football season, Barney's first coaching job, and she had felt terribly guilty afterwards.

It was football season again, a new job, a new school. He was such a jock, up early every morning and out jogging before the sun was up, and doing all those push-ups beside the bed. He said she'd took all his juices. There wasn't that much left for sex, not every day like there had been.

She pushed two fingers deep in her cunt and thought of that late November game. It was a night game and she was cold. She was there with another teacher's wife, the math teacher who helped Barney with the coaching; so in a sense she was a football widow, too. They sat and shivered through the first quarter.

They were both ready to call it quits when Ted Clark came over and sat beside Leslie. He had a teacher with him, a man in his late thirties who had been at the school for a number of years. His name was Jack, and he sat beside Grace, the math teacher's wife.

"You girls look frozen," Ted said. "If you like, you can come and sit in my car. It's parked up there on the hill by the school and you can see the game clearly. It's warm, too."

"Oh, we really couldn't. Could we, Grace?" Leslie said.

Grace looked at Jack and then at Ted. Ted Clark was a man of substance and the essence of respectability. "It might not hurt, Leslie. Jack is a friend of both Barney and my husband. And Mr. Clark, well, gee; they'd understand. Barney and Fred, I mean. Besides, I'm frozen."

"Me, too," Leslie said. She thought for a minute. "It might not hurt. We could watch the game and then go on home and wait for the boys. They never get home for an hour or two after the game." She giggled and looked at Grace.

They left the old bleachers and walked the short distance to the car and got in. Grace and Jack in the back and Ted and Leslie in the front. It was a big Caddy, the seats were plush. Leslie sunk into the seat and sighed with relief. It was nice and warm in the car.

Leslie tried to watch the game, painfully aware of the attractive man beside her. She knew she shouldn't have the kind of feeling she was having, but Barney hadn't touched her for almost two weeks, a record for them, and she was hot. She had felt vaguely horny all day.

"I know I shouldn't say this since Barney's the coach, but I still don't understand football. I think it's a silly game," Leslie said.

"It is hard to follow if you don't understand it," Ted said. He reached in front of Leslie and opened the glove compartment and took out a bottle. "I think we all need a drink." He unscrewed the cap and put the bottle to his lips, swallowed, and then handed the bottle to Leslie.

"I never drank it straight, and I know Barney wouldn't approve of my drinking at a game."

"The first belt is the worst, and we won't tell Barney."

Leslie turned and looked at Grace. She and Jack were sitting very close; Jack had his arm around her. Grace grinned and leaned forward.

"Go ahead, chicken. It won't hurt you," she said.

Leslie shrugged and tipped up the bottle. She got more than she had intended and almost gagged. Ted quickly patted her back until she stopped. The whiskey went down hot and bounced in her stomach.

"Wow!" she gasped, and passed the bottle to the back seat.

It stayed there for several minutes before Jack gave it back to Ted. Ted still had his hand on Leslie's back and it made her uneasy. He held the bottle out to her.

"Got the nerve to take another?" Ted said, laughing.

Leslie looked at him, her eyes still filled with tears from the first one. She felt all warm inside already, and took the bottle.

"I shouldn't, but I guess one more won't hurt."

She tipped up the bottle, sipping this time. She kind of liked the way it burned all the way down and took another sip. She held the bottle up for a long time before she put it down and turned to hand it to Grace. Jack and Grace were kissing.

"Oh, my God," she said, and handed it to Ted. "Here, you give it to them."

Ted handed the bottle back, laughing softly. "You don't approve?" he said.

"Grace is married." Leslie answered.

"So is Jack."

"Yeah, they both are, but not to each other."

"You're not a swinger, I take it."

"Well, I never even thought about it, I… no, I guess not. Barney would shit." She put her hand to her mouth. "Oops, sorry."

"Yeah, I'll bet Barney would shit," Ted said.

He reached back and retrieved the bottle and held it in his lap. He shot her a quick glance and then looked at the field. It was almost half-time.

Leslie could feel the liquor; it made her feel good, all warm and tingly inside. She turned her head and looked into the back. Grace had taken off her coat and was locked in a passionate embrace with Jack. She could hear the kiss, it was so wet. She turned back.

"Boy, looks like they're having fun," she said.