David Ingram - Swinging Teachers

"We'd better get ready. Don't want to be late for the dinner," he said gruffly.

Vera got to her feet and went to the closet to get her maternity dress. She slipped into the skirt; it was one of those with the front cut out so her stomach could stick through without putting any pressure on her. She didn't wear panties or stockings because they were too uncomfortable. She let the full cut blouse slide down and cover her naked belly.

She wished she wasn't pregnant, not that she didn't want the kid, but right now she wanted a fuck worst. She laughed at his precautions; hell, it might not even be his.

She married Dan when she was seventeen, three years ago, and she wasn't a virgin. She had gone with a guy before Dan that she was really nuts about, and let the guy fuck her. He was the first, though she had played with guys and sucked a few cocks before that. She fucked her guy for six months before he dropped her for another girl. When she didn't bleed on her wedding night, Dan had flown into a rage, called her a slut, a whore, screamed that she had cheated him. He cooled down eventually, but he always threw it up to her whenever he was angry. He was very jealous and often accused her of cheating, even though he had no proof whatsoever.

He ranted about it so much that she finally gave up and cheated on him. They had been married a year and he was still in school. She didn't have to work to put him through; he had enough money of his own, but he went to classes all day and studied all night. She was lonely and felt neglected. She had quickly developed an appetite for fucking and needed considerably more than she was getting. It happened with Dan's older brother. He was in town on business for a few days and sleeping on the couch in their small apartment. His wife wasn't with him. He slept in his shorts and Vera had noticed him on the way to the can first thing in the morning and saw the big bulge in his shorts.

It was his third and last morning when it happened; Vera wondered afterwards if she had subconsciously set it up. She was sitting on the bed combing her hair, wearing only bikini panties, the door wide open. He wasn't up yet and hadn't taken his morning leak; he had to pass her room on his way to the can.

He walked by the open door and looked in; she had heard him and pretended to be looking the other way. He didn't close the door to the bathroom and she could hear his piss frothing into the toilet. She heard the water running in the sink and knew he was washing his face and hands, and then he gargled. He didn't usually do that until after coffee. On his way back, he stopped at the door, staring at her luscious, near nude body. Her tits were firm and pointed, the nipples dark with big areolas.

"Hi, Vera," he said, "what you doing?"

She knew she should make some pretext at covering herself, but thought it would look stupid now. "Combing my hair," she said, trying to sound casual. Actually, her heart was pounding like a hammer.

He came into the room and sat at the foot of the bed.

"You shouldn't be in here, Don; I'm not dressed," she said.

"I noticed that," Don said, grinning.

"Dan would kill you."

"I'm bigger than he is." He let that sink in. "All over."

Vera kept brushing her hair, not looking at him. "When do you have to go?" she asked.

"My plane leaves at three this afternoon," he answered. "Jesus, Vera, you got gorgeous tits," he added.

Vera blushed, delighted with his flattery. She knew she had nice tits, nice from the first time she was sixteen, and she enjoyed having them appreciated. Dan never made any comments, not about her tits or much of anything else.

"You know, Vera, I don't think Dan appreciates what he's got."

Vera looked at him, smiling. Her mouth dropped open. Don's cock was sticking hard and long from the front of his shorts. She stared at it and said nothing.

Don pushed down his shorts. He sat down, close beside her.

"Don, he's your brother," she said softly.

"He's a jerk," Don said, and cupped one of her tits.

Vera dropped the hairbrush. She was trembling. Her nipple grew hard against his fingers. She knew she should stop him, order him out, but she didn't want to. Her cunt felt wet, receptive, in need of what she knew Don was offering. "Don… don't please," she whispered.

"You don't mean it, Vera. You want me as much as I want you," he said. He put his arm around her bare back and dropped his head and sucked in one of her nipples, his other hand sliding down into her brief panties, at the same time.

Vera squirmed when she felt his fingers slide through the hair and into the wet crevice of her cunt. She shivered and leaned against him. His hand felt wonderful between her legs, and what did it matter. Dan always called her a slut, anyway. Maybe she was a slut.

"Fuck me, Don," she said.

She fell back on the bed when he released her, and lifted her butt when he tugged at her panties. She was naked now, and it didn't matter, she wasn't ashamed. Her legs came open when she felt him coming down on top of her. Her hand found his cock and guided it quickly where she wanted it. She was open, and his cock penetrated with no effort.

Yes, Vera had decided to stop fighting; she relaxed and closed her eyes, concentrating on the marvelous big thing that was slowly filling her cunt. Goddamn, she needed it even more than she had thought. It felt so good, and his cock was bigger than Dan's, quite a bit bigger.

"Damn, damn, you feel good, Vera," Don said. He was in the whole way, and fucking slowly.

"Yeah, yeah," Vera grunted, "kiss me, Don."

Don kissed her hard. Her arms were tight around him, holding his lean body tight against her. She felt warm and good, the way a girl should feel when she was getting fucked. The delicious feel of her cunt holding a hard cock was exciting, stimulating, and she knew she would come. Fucking Dan was too often like rape; he took everything and gave nothing.

"Oh, Don, it feels so good," she sighed.

"I knew you were available, Vera. I knew you'd let me have you."

"How did you know? I didn't even know it myself."

"I just knew; I don't know how." He felt the softness of her legs lightly on his back, then felt them tighten and pull him in. "Maybe it was because I wanted you so much."

"I didn't know you wanted me, Don," she sighed, glowing inside. "I do now; I can feel it, and I wanted you without really knowing it. You feel so good, honey, so hard and throbbing in there. I love it, darling, I love it with you." She stiffened and started jerking, hunching against him. "Aw, fuck… so good, so fucking good! I'm gonna come, Don, I'm… I'm coming, feels so good!" She was gurgling, her head back, her eyes closed, and she was jerked each time he thrust in.

And then Don was coming, too, grunting and thrusting hard, his hot juice spilling into her hungry cunt. He had a load and she could feel it filling her snatch and squeezing out around his cock. She held him in with her legs, wanting it inside her belly, all of it.

She was breathing hard, his weight heavy on her now, her orgasm leveling off to a soft, warm glow. "I'll bet you don't respect me now," she said, only half in jest.

"I feel about you now the same way I did before, only more so. I think you're great. Dan is a stupid asshole, and I think I love you."

"I know I love you, Don," she whispered.

"Was it as good as with Dan?"

"Oh, better, honey, much better. I enjoyed it more and I came harder than with Dan. I feel nicer now, too. Don't pull out, just let it get all soft and slip out."

They showered together and then had breakfast. Don had several loose ends to button up before he left town, so he had to leave. She met him at the airport that afternoon where they had a couple of drinks and then went and sat in the car, necking and petting as their time slipped away.