Ron Taylor: Teacher_s naughty wife

"Does he really go for this kind of stuff?" she asked Joanne, who was sitting on the edge of the bathtub identically dressed. Joanne was also fragrant with Midnight in Paris, and she was wearing a frizzy wig that almost made a twin for Alice's natural hairdo.

"Sometimes," Joanne said. "I guess you haven't really explored that much of him yet." Somehow the thought made her feel a lot better, and she felt even more confident that it was going to work. In the dark cats are gray. A very old saying, pretty much a cliche, but she'd forgotten it completely until darling sweet Ronnie had said something that got her cogwheels turning. And now? Well, she'd find out very soon.

"Okay," Alice said, fluffing her hair and taking off her glasses. "Wish me luck. Or maybe I should be wishing you…?" Joanne stood up, kissed Alice warmly on the mouth. She hugged the girl until her own nipples were stiff and excited inside the black lace cups of her brassiere. Of course, she'd needed to insert a pair of foam rubber falsies, to give her the same tit proportions as Alice, but it should work. Everything was riding on that. It had to work.

Alice went out through the bedroom, into the living room where Tom stood waiting. He had unzipped himself and reached inside his pants to work on his dick, and it stuck out boldly when Alice returned to him. She made happy eyes in his direction, then took his hand and led him into the bedroom. "It's dark in here," he said. "What did you do, nail boards over the windows?"

"Just the curtains," Alice said, coming to him. She stood posing, grinning as he began to take in her appearance. His eyes expressed their strongest approval and so did his hands, when he got them onto her body. "No," she said as he tried to undo her bra. "Can't do."

"But I want to lick your pretty titties," he protested.

"No can do," Alice said firmly. "I am your slave and my only duty is to give you pleasure. First I get to make love to every part of you. Then it can be my turn, if you want, master. Do you like my getup? Oh, I thought you might. Lots of guys go for this kind of costume, or so I hear. No, nobody really told me – just guys and girl talk, you know? Okay. Now I'm going to turn off the light. And then I'm going to sneak up on you in the dark. That way you'll be able to concentrate entirely on the pleasure. Nothing to distract you from the magical things I'm going to do to your cock, mmmmmm, baby?" She turned off the light, and the room plunged into an almost total darkness.

Alice went to him, and she began to strip him down to his underwear. God, what a hod he had! Smooth and firm and compact. Well, not all of it was compact. Not that cock of his. It was big no matter how you looked, at it, and the thing looked gigantic on a man of his short stature and wiry frame. As she kissed him and undid his shirt, she could feel that cock, swollen stiff and ready inside his pants, and she almost wished that she were going to get the first ride on it. Mmm, maybe she could still do it! Spill the beans? Cop out on her share of the game Joanne had come up with? No, that wouldn't be fair to anybody. Besides, if everything turned out right, the way Joanne wanted, it would be better. For all three of them. But it was such a funny way to get even with a cheating husband, wasn't it? No matter. She threw his shirt onto the floor and let her hands drop, ready to give his pants the same treatment.

She knelt before him in the dark, and she found it kind of exciting for her. She had to feel her way up and down his body, for her eyes were of no assistance. The curtains were tightly drawn and only the thinnest arrow of light slipped under the door leading into the living room. If anything, she thought, it was the purest kind of erotic stimulation. Neither of them could appreciate the other's physical appearance, only the feet of flesh against hands in the dark, the subtle contact of body to body. Alice felt dizzy, unable to see, but she recovered rapidly, as soon as her hands stripped away the last of his clothing and she cupped her palms around the stiff standing beacon of his cock. She could smell, she could feel, she could even taste his manhood, but with the room shrouded in darkness she couldn't see it, and, suddenly, jt wasn't like making sex with Tom at all. It was like meeting someone new, someone she'd taken to her bedroom for the first time. In the dark his cock even tasted a little different, now that she couldn't feast her eyes on the gorgeous length and thickness of him, and she sucked greedily, using her mouth and lips to welcome this sweet stranger in her power.

"You're eating me up," she heard him moan as he grasped her hair, and she had to admit, yes, that's exactly what she was doing. Wasn't it fantastic? She used her teeth, the way she'd never have used tern on the real Tom, and she felt him grow and blossom in her mouth, his cock throbbing each time she clenched down on him. But even while she was sucking, she remembered what she had promised Joanne. "Don't stop," Tom pleaded, pawing her shoulders, but she rose all the same.

"I'll be back in a sec," she promised. "Forgot something in the bathroom." And she was gone.

Joanne slipped out the door a moment after Alice had come into the toilet. She took a deep breath and walked through the darkness, feeling her way carefully. "Oh," she whispered, as she bumped into Tom where he stood naked and hard by the bed. He put his hands on her shoulders, bent her back and smeared across her face a kiss that may not have been equaled since the death of Rudolf Valentino. She giggled into his mouth and her hand tot down, seizing his stiff horny pecker. Well! she thought. Fucking Alice may not have been good for him, but it didn't appear to have done his cock any damage. He felt enormous in her hand, and she realized with a sigh just how long it really had been. And now? Was she doing the right thing, throwing herself upon him like this? Would it have been better simply to confront Tom and tell him that she knew the truth?

And she thought, no, damn it, no! Something was at stake. Her pride. If it had been her decision to sleep around on him; well, she could have justified it to herself. She wouldn't have expected him to understand. But on the other hand, she wouldn't have considered going on the prowl, not before yesterday. Not in a million years. And he had. He'd done it. And he wasn't going to get out of this easily. Oh, she'd have his balls, all right! If he could feel only a millionth of the shock she'd received yesterday when she accidentally overheard him at his teaching activities, if he could feel only a billionth of the shock, she'd consider the account settled. But first…

She couldn't mimic Alice's voice, which had a light, fluty quality to it. Her own vocal tone was rather deeper, softer. So she had to remember to whisper to mask as much of the difference as possible. Until it was time. "Lie down on the bed, master," she purred, "if you can find your way. Let me help you. Oh, God, I can feel your cock, all swelled up! Professor Big Dick, I think I need some of what you have. If I'm a good girl, a real good girl, do you think you might be willing to give me a little?"

"My God, Alice baby," he panted as she helped him onto the bed, "I want to give it all to you. Oh, shit, let me get you naked. I like it when you're naked, when I can feel those sweet tits of yours tickling my chest, when I can get my hands all over your smooth little ass."

"No, no," she whispered, "later! First I have to worship you. Don't forget that I'm your faithful slave and my only command is to give you all the pleasure I can. Ooohhh, it's your turn, baby, and all you have to do is lie back and enjoy it."

Yes, she thought. Enjoy it. Remember how good it used to be for us? It didn't have to stop. But you wanted something else, and you got it, and now you're about to get something else, too. I hope you dig every second of it, baby, 'cause this is how it's gonna be!