David Ingram - Swinging Teachers

"God, I wish there was time to go home or get a room; I want you so bad, Vera," he said. He had his hand under her skirt. She wore no panties and he could feel the inviting wetness of her cunt on his fingers. He worked his finger in and out of her pussy and she moaned and reached for his zipper.

"I wish we had time, too, darling; but we don't," she whispered, slowly pulling his hard cock from his fly. "I'll give you something else to remember me by." Holding his cock in her fist, she lowered her head and kissed the leaking tear away from the gaping split in his cockhead. "I love you, my darling," she said, and drew his prick into her mouth.

She stroked his shaft slowly, holding his glans in her mouth while she sucked fervently. Don moaned softly, staring out the windshield at the unsuspecting people walking by. When he lurched into orgasm, she held him fast inside her mouth, drinking steadily of his male milk. She sucked him dry swallowing each precious gob as it belched into her mouth.

She cried after he left, and went into the bar and got a little tight.

That was the first time she cheated on her husband; the second came less than a month later, and with two young men that she had never met before.

Dan had been particularly irritable and harsh that morning; he belittled her abilities, insulted her appearance, and called her a tart. He was still angry when he left the house for class. She was angry, too.

Shortly before noon, she decided the house was bugging her and went down the street to a neighborhood lounge. She was wearing a tight red sweater and even tighter jeans and she sat at the bar. She ordered a double shot with water chaser. The shot went down hard and rolled unkindly in her empty stomach. It took her a moment to catch her breath.

She was still drawing deep breaths when two young men slid up to the bar, one on each side.

"Hi, I'm Terry," the tall one said.

"I'm Mel," the good looking one said.

Vera looked first at one and then the other. "Hi Terry, hi Mel, I'm Vera," she said.

"Can we buy you a drink, Vera?" Terry asked.

She smiled, feeling a woman again. "Yes," she said, "the same."

Her double shot and water came back quickly.

"You're a hard drinking woman, I take it," Mel said.

"No, I just need it this morning."

"We all do now and then," Terry said. He wasn't good looking, but he had and infectious smile. He couldn't have been much over twenty-one. Mel was maybe a year or two older.

Vera tossed down the liquor and sipped lightly at the water. It went easier than the first and she felt better. Another drink was in front of her on the bar before she put the water glass down.

"Goddamn," she gasped, "don't order anymore. I don't want to get gassed."

Still, she picked up the double shot and tossed it down. She could really feel it now. Her body glowed and her head felt light, with a young attentive guy on each side. She hadn't felt this good in a long time.

"It's a nice day and you don't want to drink anymore, so let's go for a ride," Mel said.

"Oh, I couldn't do that. I can't ride around with a couple of strangers. I don't even know you."

"Sure you do. I'm Terry and he's Mel," Terry said.

Vera giggled and let Mel light her cigarette. It was exciting to be the center of attention, almost like before she was married. "Well…" she said.

"Aw, come on, we're nice guys," Mel said.

She got into the front seat between the two men. She was excited, felt an exhilaration she had missed. She knew she shouldn't be in the car with them, but a little drive was innocent, no harm could come of it. Mel was driving and she felt Terry's arm on her shoulder; she leaned against him lightly.

"Hey, let's stop by our apartment. Terry and I share a real sharp place. We could have a drink or something," Mel said.

Vera didn't answer because Terry was kissing her. She felt loose and free from the booze and had wanted him to kiss her. An innocent little kiss wouldn't hurt Dan, and besides, he hadn't kissed her in days. Her arms went around Terry's neck.

The kisses had grown more fervent and Terry's tongue was deep in her mouth when Mel stopped the car. She acted surprised when they wanted her to come with them, but with a tiny bit of persuasion, agreed. Her lipstick was badly smeared.

"I'll just look your place over and then I insist on leaving," she said.

They went in and she sat on the couch while Mel mixed the drinks. When he brought the drinks, Vera and Terry were necking again. He gave them each a glass and sat on the other side of Vera.

"Hell, I feel left out," Mel said, "Terry's getting all the kisses."

"You poor darling," Vera said, and took his face in her hands. She eagerly gave him her half opened mouth.

"Hey, we've got some terrific grass. How about a little smoke," Terry said.

Terry got the grass, rolled a tight roach, and lit up. He took a deep drag and handed it to Vera. She drew a lungful without hesitation and handed it to Mel. It went back and forth until it was gone. Terry quickly rolled another.

Vera was in just the right mood and it went straight to her head. She felt wonderful. She still knew exactly what she was doing; everything was crystal clear and she knew what would inevitably happen, but she just didn't give a damn. In fact, she wanted it to happen. Her lust was out of control; she wanted to be wanted, to be needed, to be taken. "Oh, goddamn, but I feel good," she cried, leaning against Mel.

She tilted her face up and let him kiss her, her tongue darting into his mouth. He cupped one her breasts. She pushed his hand away, but it was quickly replaced by a hand from the other side. "Don't," she said, and pushed it away, too.

"Aw, come on, Vera, have some fun," Terry said.

She felt Terry's hand on her tummy under her sweater, and Mel's hand cupping a tit from the outside. "Fellow's, please… we shouldn't," she pleaded, but Terry's hand was on her bare tit.

"No bra, Mel. Goddamn, she's really got nice ones."

"Sure they're nice. Couldn't you tell by looking," Vera said.

"Can tell better by feeling," Mel said, and slid his hand under her sweater, too.

"Seeing and feeling even better," Terry said, pulling up her sweater. Mel helped from the other side and they quickly had it above her tits. "Wow, nice!" Mel said.

Vera felt a flush of pride. She was proud of her tits; they were high and firm and pointy. She thrust them against their hands, both nipples hard and tingling, almost hurting. She had her head back and she whispered, "I like this, feels so nice."

They weren't content with just her tits, though, and she felt a hand slide between her legs, rubbing up and down against her tight jeans. She thought it was Terry's hand, but wasn't sure because she couldn't remember who was on which side without looking. It really didn't matter because a hand from the other side soon joined in.

Then the front of her jeans were open and she felt fingers inside the band of her panties. She knew she should stop them, but she couldn't. She felt them tugging at her jeans and raised her ass. The jeans, along with the panties, went down almost to her knees.

One of them had bent forward and had her nipple in his mouth. The other had his hand between her thighs, which were pressed together by her bunched jeans. She felt it nudge against her cunt and reached down and pulled it tighter. "Oh, shit, I'm so hot," she gasped.

"Hey, Terry, I think we got us a real live fuck here," Mel said.

Vera meant to protest to show them that she was a nice girl, but it didn't come out that way. "Yes, fuck me… I want both of you to fuck me," she said.

"Let's get her naked," Terry said.

She lay back and let them pull her jeans on down her legs. When they were off, she let her thighs come open; she wanted them to see her, to feel how nice and wet she was. They pulled her red sweater up over her head first, and then a mouth was on her tit again, and two hands were feeling in her cunt. She was surprised at how much hotter two guys could make her than one.