Ron Taylor: Teacher_s naughty wife

"Next thing I'm going to do is stick a vibrator up your ass and erode your prostate," Joanne whispered, leaning down so she could kiss him and he could breathe the full aroma of the Midnight in Paris she'd sprayed onto her tits and hair. "Would you like that?"

He laughed. "Oh, Jesus, baby, I wish you could have seen her! It was the wildest thing I ever saw. I mean, there I was, lying on the bed next to her, and she was using that thing on herself, sticking it right in, moaning when it got deep and started to hit the spot. I'd never seen her do anything like that before, not in front of me. Damn it, Alice, I wish this semester was over and done! When I get my tenure, I'm going to move out. We'll get ourselves a place, you and me, a nice place, with a swimming pool and a big fence, maybe, and we'll be together all the time. It's not fair to you, let alone to Joanne, this double life of mine, and I hate to do it to her. But it won't be long. The review board will pass on my tenure in three more weeks, and I'll know if I have a job or not…"

"What if they know about us?" she whispered slyly. "I mean, it's not exactly a secret. I know we tried to keep it that way, but this is a small school and word gets around. Even that girl in the reception office, that Sandy – she knows about it. And at least half the kids in the poetry class, and…"

He gripped her ass, pulled her tight against him. "Holy shit," he said in a tense, very nervous voice that Joanne was delighted to hear.

"Shhhh," she teased, stroking his nose and lips. "Don't worry. The review board doesn't know anything, I'll bet. Just like your wife? They'll all be the last to know. Now just fuck me, baby. Oohhhhh, really fuck me! Am I good? Am I the best? Isn't this the greatest it's ever been? Shouldn't we do this a lot more often, don't you think?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yesssss!" he panted, holding her ass and punching his way up into her dominant pussy. "You get better every time, Alice honey, so much better. And I think I'm going deeper in you than I ever did before. Do you feel that too? Isn't Professor Big Cock giving his honeybuns a fuck she'll remember for a long time to come?"

And speaking of come, Joanne realized that it wasn't impossible for her to reach orgasm again, soon. She'd already come once, while she was sucking his prick and he was driving his fingers in and out of her snatch. Again? The big one? Why not? A little hard fucking, some wiggles and jiggles of response – that should do it. And it would be to her own advantage if she got the most out of this sneaky fuck.

His hands were all over her ass, spreading her cheeks, making her pussy pout that much tighter around his big stabbing pecker, and she could feel his pubic hairs, bristles and wires, tickling her clitoris every time she wiggled down upon him. Damn! They really were a good team in the bedroom. They used to be a good pair everywhere. Could they really get back to the way their life had used to be? No. That was impossible. But maybe they could come to terms and make this portion of their lives nearly as good. She knew that as surely as she knew that his dick was ramming up into her twat, and she knew it as surely as she knew that orgasm was rapidly stealing upon her.

"I'm going to come," she panted, whispering the words muskily into his mouth. She wished she could see his face, wished she could see the strain and pressure showing in his countenance as he poured the meat up her slick twat. "Come with me," she coaxed. "Shoot me with your gun. Blast me. Let me feel it, going off deep inside me. I really need that, darling, I really need your big cock exploding in my pussy. Will you do it? Hurry – I'm almost there almost…"

"I'm trying, I'm trying," he moaned, squeezing her ass. She closed her eyes, and it was just as dark as when they were opened. Her legs clutched at his and her pussy started to undulate around the lance of his pecker. It was now, it was really now! Not a big come, but a come he couldn't help feel, all along the shaft of his tool. She planted herself down upon him and let the urges take over.

"Now!" she said. "I'm corning now, I really am!"

"I can tell!" he replied, and he started rabbit-fucking his way up into Joanne, squeezing her buttocks. His cock force-fed her snatch six or seven times, fast and hard, and then she felt him lunge savagely, ramming himself as deeply as he could go, and she held him tight, her lips placing kisses all over his face in the darkness. "I'm coming too!" Tom hollered, and he was pulling her buttocks, almost splitting her at the crack of her ass. She didn't care. She dung to him and they rocked and rolled together, and her come intensified, and what she'd thought would be no more than a minor riffle of her pussy swamp turned into a sparkling, delightful orgasm, one she could ride like Wagner's Valkyries riding the clouds of the raging storm.

"Yes!" she groaned. "Yes, yes, hold me, don't let go, always hold me!"

They lay afterwards, still in the dark, warm and close in the bed. His cock had slipped out of her pussy and she could feel the pleasant leakage of jism from her slice, and sometimes she reached down to touch herself there. A couple of times she even tasted her wet fingers and decided that his cum tasted delicious when she drank it from his cock, but it picked up a certain tangy piquance when it was mixed with the fruits of her own snatch.

"Take off that damned bra, would you?" he asked, squeezing her spongy boobs. "I want to suck your tits. Do they want me to suck them?"

"Mmmmm-hmmm," Joanne whispered. He was already kissing her neck and collar. It was time, she decided. She slipped down one bra cup, and pushed his head toward it. His tongue was out, slashing over her flesh, but he stopped short when he licked the foam falsie she'd stuffed into her brassiere to give herself the appearance and feel of being fuller-titted.

"What's this?" he said. "You taste like rubber. Hey, that is rubber! Alice…"

"Turn on the light," Joanne said, using her natural voice.

She felt him stiffen against her at the sound, and he was starting to move back, fast, when the light came on.

Tom sat up in the bed, staring at Alice, who stood by the light switch, and at Joanne who was sprawled on the bed, one falsie just popping out of her bra. Both women were smiling like cats and he said, "What the fuck?"

"Surprise!" Joanne said. "And all this time you thought you really didn't want to fuck me any more, hmmm, stud? Well, you just did, and I don't think I heard any complaints. Did you hear any complaints, Alice – or may I call you Honeybuns, too?"

"Call me anything, as long as you don't call me late for supper," Alice giggled, slipping out of her black lace bra as she walked toward the bed. She halted a moment, leaning on the bedpost while he pulled off her panties and stockings. Naked, finally, she slipped onto the bed. She started to fickle the soles of Tom's feet. "I didn't hear any complaints of any kind," he added. "From either of you."

"See?" Joanne shrugged. "We're both content. Are you, Thomas?"

"Content? Goddamn it, I don't even know what the shit is happening! Joanne, how did you – I mean, when did you – whose idea – Christ! I don't even know what I'm saying!"

"Then don't talk," Joanne invited. Alice was holding Tom's bare foot to her mouth, and she was suckling his toes. Her hand moved up and down the inside of his leg and she was getting closer and closer to his cum-smeared cock.

"Let's just say, Tom, that your secret isn't a secret any longer. And I think it's better that way. But the real point is this – it seems you and I aren't quite as finished as you may have led yourself to believe. Does that sound fair? Accurate? Or were you just telling me what a hot lay I was so I'd feel better? In the dark, that is. You know what they say: 'In the dark, they're all alike.'"