Ron Taylor: Teacher_s naughty wife

"Anyway," she went on, "Alice and I have discovered that we have certain rather interesting mutual hobbies. Alice – would you come here and help me show Professor Big Cock what I'm talking about?"

Alice giggled and let go of Tom's foot. She crawled up the bed on hands and knees to meet Joanne, who had risen from her prone position. They put their arms around one another's necks and melted into a blistering kiss. Joanne let her hand fall onto Alice's tit, and she began to fondle the stiffened nipple, rolling her fingers around and around the thin, sturdy erection. Alice groaned into Joanne's mouth, put one of her hands in the older woman's lap. She went straight for the cum-lined slick of Joanne's twat, entered it with her driving finger, caused a moan to leak, from Joanne's mouth.

Joanne eased back. She stroked Alice's cheek, then nodded in the direction of her cunt. Alice grinned, fell onto her tits and belly, and nuzzled into Joanne's dark-furred beaver. "Oh, God, your tongue!" Joanne whined, writhing as the head got better and better.

She looked over at her husband. "See what I mean?" she said hoarsely. The look on Tom's face told her that she did indeed have his balls – Christ, she could put his pecker in her pocket if she wanted!

Alice came up for air, and then she let her head rest on Joanne's tummy, both women staring at Tom with placid, contented faces. "I don't know if I want any part of this," Tom said.

"Oh, that's not nice," Joanne protested. "After all, we're both somewhat devoted to a man who looks as if he doesn't know whether he wants to grow up to be Al Pacino or Rudolph Nureyev. I think we could come to a civilized arrangement about this, don't you, Alice?"

"Mmm-hmmm," Alice agreed.

"What did you say about me?" Tom asked, bristling a little.

Joanne reached up, stroked his wavy dark hair. "I think you should settle for Al Pacino," she mused. "Oh. One of your students told me that, yesterday. I thought it was a very apt description. Of course, it doesn't quite do you justice – my God, I almost forgot!"

She worked free of Alice, crawled off the bed. "Where are you going?" Tom asked.

"Just going to tell someone the coast is clear," she replied. "Alice is your little surprise for me, darling, and I have a surprise for you."

She went into the living room, flicked the light switch three times, then listened at the window. She heard the sound of a car engine on the street two stories below and she smiled. Poor Ronnie. He'd been waiting with the car how long now? An hour? It was five-thirty at least. Mote than an hour. Well, she could find a way to make it up to him.

A few minutes later she heard a knock at the door. Wearing only her crotchless panties and silk stockings (the bra was somewhere between the bedroom door and the beanbag chair), she flung the door open. She knew it would be Ronnie, but if it had been anyone else she wouldn't have been embarrassed. Not any more. She had done things she didn't believe possible for herself. Nothing frightened her now. Nothing. "Hello, darling," she said, and he came in.

She took his hand and led him toward the bedroom. Tom was just coming out the door, carrying his shorts. He stopped short when he saw Joanne and Ronnie, and he blushed the color of a whorehouse lantern.

"You know Ronnie Spencer, I think," Joanne said.

"Hi, Professor," Ronnie said, grinning. He was losing some of the shyness she'd noticed in him earlier. Joanne wasn't sure whether she liked that or not. Well, shyness wasn't a quality that would be needed in the future. Not if this relationship went the way she intended it to go.

Tom tried to cover himself with his shorts but it was too late. Alice came out of the bedroom right behind him. She was stark naked, but it didn't seem to faze her, "Hi, Ronnie," she said. He nodded and smiled.

"This is one of my surprises," Joanne said. "It seemed to me that as long as my husband was balling one of his students, there shouldn't be any harm in me doing the same thing. Ronnie's going to be living with us, Tom. He had to move out of his old place today and, well, I felt sort of responsible, so I told him he could stay with us. That way I won't be so lonely those nights you're working late, you know?"

Tom was beyond words. "Sounds really cool to me," Alice contributed, walking past Tom. She stood in the middle of the small room, hands on her hips. "It looks like we're turning into an army," she said. "Do you have any more surprises coming up, Joanne?"

"Only this one," Joanne replied. She put her hand on Ronnie's crotch, squeezed hard, then dropped to her knees. Deftly, she unzipped his pants and extracted his limp tool. While Tom and Alice watched, she put his cock in her mouth and began to suck, drawing hard with cheeks and lips until he had stiffened to perfection. Only then did she release him, and she remained on her knees, working her fist up and down the shaft of his dick. "Care for a taste, Alice?" she invited. "We're sharing my husband. We might as well share my lover, too."

"Joanne…" That was Tom, his voice weak and drained. He'd dropped his shorts and his cock was sticking straight out. Joanne noticed, and she smiled. Think about it, she thought. Is it any less good for me to have some strange, than it is for you?

Alice shrugged. "Why not?" she giggled, and she went to Ronnie. First she lifted up on tiptoes and bit his chin gently. He was handling her tits while she did, and his eyes were getting big. The feel of her thin, taut nipples seemed to turn him on. His pecker twitched in Joanne's grip.

Alice knelt beside Joanne and she took hold of Ronnie's prick. First she breathed across the tip, where Joanne's juices were still frothy, and then she started licking him up and down. Her tongue going faster and faster, and she made a slurping noise and took him into her mouth for some deep sucking. She could take a cock almost completely into her gullet, Joanne noticed. Mmmm. Maybe she could get a few lessons on that technique from Alice. Ronnie certainly seemed to be going for it. Smiling, Joanne stood up, went to her husband.

"This is crazy," Tom said in a low yoke. His eyes were fixed on his mistress, where she knelt, eating the dick of another man. The dick he'd just seen his own wife gobbling, as if dicks were going out of style tomorrow morning. He was a little shaken, and his face, which had been so red, was now tinged with an ashy shade of pale-green. Poor baby, Joanne thought. But he's the one who started it. I'm only reacting to what he did.

No, I'm doing more than reacting. But it's my way. I'm not a doormat, rm a woman. And I won't be pushed around, forced to do what somebody else wants me to do. I'll do what I want to do.

She looked down at her husband's stiff cock and she knew what she wanted to do. Right now, at least. She kissed him on the cheek, reached for his rod, slithered close against his body, nuzzling him and playing with his tool. "If you weren't so hard," she purred, "I'd almost think you were jealous."

"Christ, Joanne – how can I show my face at school again? How can I look out at a class and see his face and know that he's fucked – he has fucked you, hasn't he?"

"Same way you could conduct your class with Alice present," Joanne suggested. "Oh, Tom, in case you're not aware, almost everyone on campus knows that you're balling the girl! The receptionist, Sandy with the big tits, gets her jollies listening to you on the intercom! So why get worried now, I'd like to know? We're fast on the way to becoming an extended family. Did you think of that? You fuck Alice and you fuck me when the notion strikes. I've fucked Alice, I've fucked Ronnie, and, from the looks of things, he'll have that cute tool of his in Alice before much longer. Short of moving into faggotry, we've got about as well-knit a group, sexually, as you could ever want to find. So why hold back? I don't mind sharing you with Alice, but you'll have to give your approval to Alice and me, and Ronnie and me, and Alice and Ronnie. There are four of us. The potential seems unlimited. What do you think?"