“Oh God!” I shouted, as suddenly I went toppling down, and my nerves spiked up as I anticipated hitting the hard pavement beneath.
“I've got you! Hang on!” shouted Mr. Fellows, scrambling to catch me, and things got very awkward, very quickly...
He did indeed prevent me from falling, but as he reached for my collapsing body, his hands inadvertently squeezed against my breasts, filling me with pleasure even as I tumbled, and when at last he did manage to clumsily grab a hold of my arms and stop me from smashing against the slick pavement, my face was precisely eye level with his crotch, as though I was ducking down to give him a blowjob in the parking lot...
The two of us froze, stunned for a moment, not sure what the hell we should possibly do. I know he was trying, so hard, not to react to this, but in spite of himself, I could see the stiff lump of an erection blooming hard and thick beneath the fabric of his dress pants, coming up inches from my chin, and my eyes so fixed on the thing that I didn't think I could pull my head away to save my life.
And gradually, I brought myself up to full height, the two of us peering into one another's eyes, faces red, bodies trembling, not knowing where the hell we could possibly go from here- except in one, singular direction...
And God, did we take it...
Without warning, the two of us suddenly lunged at one another. I flung into his arms, and opened my mouth wide to let his tongue inside me, and we kissed, open mouthed, hot, wet, and passionate, a kiss that seemed as though it lasted an eternity. He pulled me into him, and I could feel his mature manhood grinding hard up against me, making me want him, making me burn for him, and yet I still could only partially believe that this was all really happening. His stubble grazed my cheeks and my chin and we choked on one another's breath as the moments raced by, and at last, when we pulled apart, I thought my head was going to burst with the crackling of sensations presently racing through my body.
Neither of us said a word after that. We stared at one another, disbelieving, each seeming to test one another to see if we really, genuinely wanted to take this in the direction that it seemed to be going.
And then, he answered it for me.
We'd been standing between our two cars, at my driver's side door, and he'd been getting ready to open it for me. Instead, now, he turned to his own vehicle, and opened the passenger's side door.
I stepped inside.
He closed the door behind me.
I was really, really, really doing this...
Chapter 4
I was in his house.
I was in his bathroom.
The water was running.
His hands were all over me.
I couldn't believe how fast this was happening- how suddenly I'd surrendered myself to my urges, or how quickly we'd made the leap from the school to his home, and how very hot and heavy the two of us were moving as we explored one another's bodies.
He'd taken his shirt off and had wrapped me up in his strong, muscular arms, squeezing the life out of me in his embrace, nearly crushing me with his love, and making me tremble with desire for him as we kissed and touched and caressed. His chest was so broad, so powerful, so slick with perspiration... I found myself leaning in, kissing his nipples, rolling my tongue around and around him, running the palm of my hand up against his washboard stomach... And Jesus, he felt so wonderful...
He began to peel me out of my clothes, the ones I'd been wearing at work all day, and which now felt so constrictive against my body that I thought I might overheat if I remained confined by them for a moment longer. My suit jacket, my dress pants, my blouse all went fluttering to the floor. He took an immense degree of care in peeling me out of my lingerie, the lacy black panties and the tight, revealing bra, its straps hanging loose as they fell along my arms.
He pushed his fingers underneath, and worked the skimpy fabric around, so that my skinned burned with his touch, tantalized and tormented, and he teased me, constantly making me believe whatever article he was loosening was about to come off, but then immediately pulling the fabric back into place again.
God, I just wanted to slap him...
And then I did.
I slapped him, just for the hell of it, and when he seemed stunned, I laughed girlishly at him, and he smiled.
My punishment then came in the form of him slipping his big, strong hand down the front of my panties, making me yelp playfully as he put his fingers inside me, holding onto my bare pubes with his nails sinking into me, his touch more powerful and more devastating than I might ever have imagined it could be.
Finally, he released me, making me shutter, and he finished the task of undressing me to my full, naked body. I felt incredibly self-conscious standing before him like that, with every warm, wonderful asset exposed, but I loved his eyes roving up and down along me, taking it all in, making his heart beat faster and faster and faster...
I was going to show this beautiful old bastard one hell of a good time...
I peered over my shoulder at him as I walked over to the shower, smiling devilishly and popping my booty at him as I slipped behind the shower curtain, inviting him to come follow me once his pants were off, so I could show him a thing or two about how to pleasure a young lady.
A moment later, he stepped into the shower with me, his pants off and his hard cock hanging out, swinging with the momentum of him having moved inside. I gawked at him intensely- he was huge!
I loved being in such close contact with him, the shower stall miniscule and the obstacle of his dick impossible to avoid as a result, even if I'd wanted to. He pulled me into him, and the cock pressed hard and hot up against my body as he kissed me, lips melting into my own, hands clutching against my ass, tight, tight, tight as hell, as though he never wanted to let go.
He seized hold of my leg, and pushed it up around his body, getting my pussy even closer to the blade of his cock than it had been, and the water continued to blaze down on the two of us like magma, taking our love up to a higher, higher plane.
I pulled away from his lips, moaning, as he began to touch me once more, rubbing me tenderly, creating a dreadfully beautiful friction, making me want to cry at the top of my lungs as the sensations rang through my body.
In turn, I began to play with his penis for him, stretching out the skin, pulling it from tip to base and back again, not fully jacking him off, but just rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, loving the feeling of his flesh as it rolled through my fingertips, feeling silky and exquisite, causing me to squeeze onto him harder and harder, as though I feared ever having to let go.
Then, suddenly, he did something that actually surprised me a little bit.
Before I knew it, he was spinning me around, pinning me up against the wall of the shower, and pushing my legs wide part. He was stooping down, and I found myself shocked as hell that his first act when it came to loving me was to go down on me- after nearly a decade of marriage, this was still only something I could manage to get my husband to do on Valentine's Day and my birthday, if I was lucky.
But Mr. Fellows, or, Dan, as I now referred to him, was a man who knew full well what he was doing when he put his face in a woman's crotch. His tongue melted into me, and it was like love at first lick as he explored my vagina, kissing my twat like a second pair of lips and devouring every tender fold.
“Oh.... Oh... Ohhhhhh...” I began to moan, as he nibbled and licked, slurping back and forth, and working his efforts into a steady, rhythmic bob as he ate me. “Yes... Yes... Yes... Yes...”
I tilted my head back in ecstasy as he continued to devour my pussy, letting the sensations ring like wild through my body. I reached out and clutched the back of his wet hair, pulling him deeper, deeper into my pussy, and I brought one of my legs up around his bobbing, hungry skull, squeezing him tighter and tighter, as though I wished to God I could somehow absorb this amazing man himself deep, deep into my body.
He sucked, and popped, and snapped, and worked his fingers in there as well for a round of furious clit
manipulation, and before I knew it, I was an absolute, petrified goner.
My body shook, and I screamed repeatedly, and my legs tightened around his head, as I came harder than hell, body trembling from head to toe with orgasm, and my head seeming lighter than air as I at last came drifting back down, down, down.
I released the prisoner from my between my legs, sighing heavily as he lifted himself slowly back up, his dignity robbed, and mine about to take its place. He leaned into me, and I kissed his lip tenderly, grateful as hell for what he'd done, and loving the fact that I could taste myself on him as we kissed.
Now it was his turn...
He didn't request it, but my kisses began to trek down along his body, slipping down along his chest and in the direction of his toes, until at last I was down on my knees on the floor of the tub.
I stroked him a few more times, getting him as hard and as ready as I could, and then I plunged myself forward, taking a nice, tremendous swallow of his erect, throbbing cock.
I had to say, he was even harder to handle orally than my husband was, and the impulse to gag fought me hard as my nostrils flared, and as I proceeded to rock back and forth, back and forth up against him. Gradually, though, I managed to get a handle on myself, deep throating him skillfully, as he pushed his fingers lovingly through my wet hair, petting my pretty little head as I sucked him off.
Before long, I opened my lips wide, spitting him back out again, knowing his volcano was about ready to erupt. He seized hold of himself then, taking over, and pumping his cock with the last few vigorous strokes it needed to go bursting over the edge.
I shot his load all over me, coating my face, shooting a tremendous amount of the strong stuff into my open mouth, slathering me up so thoroughly that I could barely see by the time he was finished.
And God, did I love this... I felt like he was marking me, claiming me as his own, and the sheer, perverse eroticism of it was almost too much for me to bear.
Even worse, then, was when he brought me back up to him, licking the stuff off me as we kissed, cleaning me up in the process.
Both of us having climaxed, we needed to rest for a few minutes before continuing, and we lay entwined in the shower until the water grew cold, kissing and touching one another all over. We got out, dried one another off, and he made me dress up in one of his overly large shirts as well as my discarded panties, just so I would have something to take off again once we decided we were ready for more.
He took me into his bed with him, and the two of us hid beneath the covers, kissing and licking and playing with one another, cuddling as we warmed one another up again, waiting for the opportunity when both of us would be aroused to a degree adequate for intercourse to take place. For my part, I was already getting wet as hell for him and was burning to take his cock up my pussy, and I could feel him hardening up as well.
Just to get him the rest of the way there, though, I began to rub my warm thighs up against his cock, stroking him with my legs as it were, and this seemed to do the trick and help him across the finish line. Before I knew it, I had his fully erect penis locked in between my legs, smiling at this entrapment, until he turned the tables by pinning beneath his weight, and I laughed happily at my defeat.
He absolutely tore apart his own dress shirt, buttons flying all over as he rushed to get to my naked body again in as timely a manner as possible. He peeled off the panties as well, tossing them from the bed, and then climbing up on top of me.
He stared intently into my eyes as he entered me, and I struggled my damnedest to do the same without flinching. I couldn't help myself, and I flinched as he slipped inside, pushing me apart slowly, gently, and something about it seeming so much more exquisite than it did when it was my husband who was responsible for it.
He touched down deep inside me, surprising me with the fact that I could somehow contain his immensity, and soon, he was beginning to thrust, to gyrate, to fuck. This, of course, was no ordinary fuck though.
Although he was only the second man I had ever slept with in my life, I somehow felt instinctively that this was a man who knew what he was doing when it came to a woman's body, better than most men in fact, and as he rode me with his tender expertise, I felt as though I was straddling a line, caught between something excruciatingly tender and yet more vicious and consuming than anything I'd ever before experienced.
I began to egg him on, swept up by his love- “Oh, oh, oh... Harder... Harder... Pound me harder...”
He followed orders, proceeding to slam his pelvis harder down into me, blasting my wet cunt like a jackhammer, smashing me into a pulp, and the speed and intensity still growing with every progressive thrust he made into my body.
“God! God! God! God!”
And, WHAM!
He hurled himself one final time into my body, with a brutal, devastating force, so hard and so far that I didn't fully believe I would be able to walk once this was all over.
He trembled as he held himself up in there, his weight bearing down on me, my fingers sinking into his flesh, until at last I let out a tortured squeak of pleasure. This set him off, and he began to ejaculate wildly, shooting off a thicker load than I might have imagined him capable of after releasing in the shower, filling me up once more with his steaming essence, and setting me once again over the edge. My spine arched upward, and I pushed up into him, making it even worse, as stars flashed before my eyes and I thought I might go fucking blind with pleasure.
And finally, when I thought I could no longer stand it, I collapsed on the bed, still trembling with aftershock as he pulled himself out of me, then pulled my body into his, kissing me and loving me, ravishing me like this for hours on end.
Talk about one hell of an education...
Chapter 5
My days, from here on out, felt more like dreams than they did reality. That first night, I'd come home around two in the morning, and Rob hadn't suspected a thing in the world. In fact, he'd already been asleep for a good four hours when I crept into our bedroom, and though I felt certain he would find traces of Dan on me, or at the very least ask me where the hell I'd been, nothing of the sort took place in the least.
I was completely in the clear...
If there had been a moment, a single point in time where I suddenly realized the error of my ways and repented, vowing never to do what I'd just done again, to remain forever faithful to the man I'd married, it would have been immediately after I stepped back out of the bedroom, and peeked in at my sleeping daughter, my little angel...
And yes, there was a stab of guilt at this point- I'm not a damn sociopath, after all...
How could I do this to her, I suddenly found myself asking? How could I risk screwing up her life by cheating on her father? And with her damn elementary school teacher, no less, someone she trusts? This is the type of thing that can royally screw over a kid's perception of the world for the rest of their lives if they find out... And God, oh God... How the hell could I?
It was only a moment however, and it passed quickly enough. It moved from intense guilt to rationalization in the blink of an eye, and it didn't seem at all difficult to justify my actions to myself.
And who, exactly, says she has to find out? This has nothing to do with her. This is about me and her father, and really more with me than everything. I have absolutely nothing to feel guilty about.
I can't say I really believed this with one hundred percent conviction, but it was enough to keep me going, and as easily as that I found myself closing her bedroom door, and slipping into bed beside my unsuspecting husband.
Most nights, from then on out, it was Dan's bed that I found myself looking forward to slipping into... We saw one another often, sometimes as frequently as five nights a damn week. It was easy enough to fake an excuse to my husband, saying I had to keep working late, and him buying my lie, hook, line, and sinker, even despite the fact that my “late work nights” tended to keep me for unrealistic hours, frequently until two or three in the morning.
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br /> And then there were the weekends- God, how I loved these. I would drop Emily off at a friend's house for a play date, and Rob would be out doing his own thing, and I would be free to spend the entire day fucking with Emily's teacher, the two of us sweating the sheets and loving one another in ways that were as beautiful as they were profane, each one like some religious experience, as he explored my body and I his, and we invariably came up gasping and trembling, blown away by the things we ended up discovering.
God, what a wonderful man...
Even beyond a sexual level, I found myself becoming hugely enamored with his personality. As mentioned, Rob and I had been drifting apart for some time when all this had started, and it felt as wonderful to be making such a personal, romantic connection with a man as it did a sexual one.
He told me stories of how he used to travel a lot before he started teaching, about being in the Peace Corps and seeing the world. He was hardly old, but it seemed like he'd lived such a full life already, and it brought up a number of uncomfortable questions about my own life as a result, or at least in my own mind it did. What the hell had I been doing with myself all these years?
I'd been so preoccupied right out of the gates with getting married and having a kid that I'd forgotten to live otherwise, and now I was stuck at a mindless dead-end job that I couldn't seem to derive an ounce of pleasure from.
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