by Lena Gordon
She nodded.
Evan swallowed whatever doubts he still had lingering and resolved to be strong for her as he focused again on the road. One of them had to be confident in the decision they’d made and besides, from what Dane said, he was pretty confident it would be far different from any school he’d seen before.
“It’s going to be good,” Evan said. “Dane and Rachel have been part of the Institute for years, and I know we’ve both heard about some of the things they’ve learned.” When he looked over and caught her gaze again, he raised an eyebrow and they both giggled.
“It’s true,” she said. “I am kind of excited.”
Evan smiled, and felt a stir in his pants at the thought of what they were about to do. “I am too.”
Neither of them had any more time to think about what they were doing and what they could look forward to, because according to their directions, they’d arrived at their destination. The Institute was housed in the historic part of town, which was perfect as far as keeping it secret was concerned since no one ever came down this way past seven o’clock. At least that’s what Evan had thought, anyway. It was shocking to see the parking lot full of cars, when everything looked so dark. Evan took Mia’s hand, not failing to notice the way it trembled as she let him lead her to the address they’d been given when they registered the night before.
Dane advised him not to waste any time, and to get to orientation as soon as possible. And really, it’s not like they had anything to lose anyway. He was desperate to fix whatever was broken with their sex life, and have some stories of his own next time he had a beer with Dane.
They reached the door of the old colonial house and Evan reached out and lifted the brass knocker.
Before the metal could hit the wood, the door opened and a woman more beautiful than any he’d ever seen—with the exception of Mia, of course—stood in front of them. She was dressed in a silky purple garment that draped in a halter around her neck with only a whisper of fabric concealing only her nipples from view, showcasing her firm breasts. The fabric wrapped around her waist and cascaded to the floor in a shimmer, leaving her back bare.
“Welcome to the Passionate Pleasures Institute,” the woman purred. Her voice rolled over them like velvet, and despite her beautiful, imposing presence, Evan felt Mia’s hand relax in his as the calming voice washed over them. There was something about the woman that drew you in, and that’s exactly what Evan and Mia did. They walked forward as the woman stepped back and beckoned them inside.
“My name is Desiree. You must be Evan and Mia.”
Mia nodded her head and tightened her hold on Evan’s hand. A shot of electricity thrilled through him at the thought that his strong, confident wife was nervous. He hadn’t had the opportunity to be her protector in a long time. Longer than he cared to remember.
“I’ve been expecting you,” Desiree said. “Please follow me so we can begin the registration process.” It wasn’t an intimidating tone, but it left no room for argument.
The woman led them down a dimly lit hall and into a small, unassuming office. Evan peered around the room, trying to see what was remotely special about the place. There was nothing. From the oak lined walls, the large solid desk, and the two chairs that sat opposite Desiree’s own seat, there was nothing distinctive or mildly suggestive about the space. Except, of course, the woman who Evan could not stop focusing on.
He forced himself to look at Mia. She wouldn’t like it if she saw him staring at another, extremely hot woman. Not when they were there to save their marriage.
“It’s okay, Evan,” Desiree said, reading his mind. “You can look.” She leaned forward across the desk and slid a small stack of paper out of the single folder in front of her. “We’re all about indulging our passions here, so if it pleasures you to look, by all means, do.”
Evan’s face burned, but when he glanced at Mia, he found she was staring at the woman too. She was entrancing both of them. He gave in to his desire and focused on her luscious body.
“So.” Desiree deftly flipped through the pages in front of her momentarily before staring at each of them in turn. “It looks as if everything is in order and you’ve both answered your questionnaires fully.” Evan felt a stirring in his crotch just thinking of some of the questions he’d answered earlier. He’d provided intimate details about their sex life and more exciting, his own sexual desires. He could only dream and imagine what Mia had answered, since they’d been sworn to keep their papers private. “And there were some very intriguing answers,” Desiree continued. “I’m sure you’ll both benefit from your time at the Institute and I’m equally sure that you’re both eager to get started.”
Mia nodded her head slightly, her gaze never leaving the other woman. Evan shifted in his seat. It was hot to see his wife so openly attracted to another woman.
“I know it was discussed in detail in your welcome package that you both read, but I just like to remind participants that you are here of your own free will and you understand that our instructors and courses are chosen specifically for you and your needs. Trust is an important part of the process. If you are asked to do something you may not be initially comfortable with, remind yourself of that fact.” Evan nodded and his mind spun with the possibilities.
Desiree slid another piece of paper in front of them and handed Evan a pen. “Before I can take you into your first session, I’ll need you to sign this agreement. It simply states that everything you learn here will be held in the utmost care and concern for privacy and since your references both checked out, I’m sure that will not be a problem. Will it?”
It was a rhetorical question, but both Evan and Mia shook their heads before signing the paper. Dane had already told Evan about the reference check process and he was aware of how deeply the Institute had delved into their private lives. Strangely, he didn’t care. He just wanted to get started. The pressure in his pants was increasing to the point where he was tempted to take Mia over the desk right there, just to relieve the ache. But before he could think about it too much, Desiree had pushed up from the desk, beckoning both of them to follow.
She led them down the hallway, to a small doorway that led down an even narrower flight of stairs. When they finally reached the bottom, they emerged into a foyer and Evan could see they’d come down what was a back staircase. The main door was flanked by large candles, burning on small marble tables, but the room wasn’t dark. Instead, it seemed to be lit by an unseen source that illuminated the space in a heavy purple glow. In the air, there was the unmistakable scent of sex and lust. As Desiree led them through the space, instructing them on how they’d use the main door—which was really the back door of the house—the next time they came, Evan had a difficult time concentrating on what she was saying.
They stopped in front of a door, marked only by the female symbol. “Mia, you will find a locker inside with a change of clothes. Based on both yours and Evan’s questionnaires, this will be your school uniform until we deem it necessary to change it. Upon arriving at the Institute each night, you are to immediately come to this room to change and prepare before heading to class.” Desiree handed Mia a dark purple folder. “This is your class schedule for the first semester. Inside, you will find a map. You’d better hurry; class will be starting soon.”
Desiree turned to walk away and Evan, unsure of what to do, glanced between his wife and the commanding headmistress.
“Will Evan be join—”
Desiree spun around so quickly, Mia’s mouth snapped shut in mid-sentence. “Evan has his own schedule. There will be times you’ll be in class together, and often, you will be apart. All of your classes have been selected based on your initial questionnaire and nothing has been assigned that will take you out of the boundaries you’ve both decided upon. You will be able to reconvene in the lobby at the end of the night. Are there any more questions right now?”
“No ma’am.” Mia bent her head and Evan’s cock immediately stiffened at her submiss
iveness. Had that been on his questionnaire? He racked his brain to remember if he’d expressed a desire to see his strong-willed wife submit. If he hadn’t, he sure as hell did now.
When Mia turned to enter the change room, Evan couldn’t resist giving her delicious ass a smack before following Desiree down the hall to his own change room.
Every nerve in Mia’s body was tingling when she left Evan and the headmistress in the hallway. There was something overwhelmingly erotic just being in the Institute. A vibe in the air or something. But without even stepping foot into a classroom, Mia was sure her sex life would be forever changed. As she moved through the change room, looking for her locker, every inch of her body hummed with the sexual energy coursing through it.
When she found her locker, she pulled out the small package that held her uniform and unwrapped it. She wasn’t sure what she would find, since she’d left that line on the questionnaire mostly blank. Mia was surprised to find that when asked what outfits turned her on, she really had no idea. All she knew was that she always felt sexy in lace panties. So that’s all she’d written.
A green and blue plaid skirt, if you could call it a skirt, was the first thing she found. And, frankly, the most obvious. It was a school after all, so she’d expected some form of traditional school uniform. Mia slipped her jeans and t-shirt off before pulling the skirt over her hips. It didn’t do much to cover her pussy and the way it flipped up in the back, Mia knew her ass was exposed. The thought of anyone seeing her gave her a new thrill.
Next, she pulled a red lacy push-up bra out of the package and fastened it in place. It felt at least two sizes too small and Mia did some tugging and jiggling to get her breasts in place. When she straightened up and looked down, even she was shocked to see how large her regular B cups looked in the pretty bra. They were shoved and pressed up, almost to her chin, giving her a deep cleavage she never would have imagined possible. Her aureoles pinked under the lace and the gentle chafe set her nipples into tight, hard peaks that almost popped out of the top of the bra.
She pulled on the thigh-high stockings and knotted a tiny white blouse around her midriff that left her red bra fully exposed. There were instructions to pull her long blond hair into a high ponytail and rouge her cheeks and apply the deep red lipstick with the supplied makeup. Mia was almost finished with the preparations when she realized she still didn’t have any panties on. The last thing in the package was a pair of ridiculously high-heeled red patent leather shoes.
“Oh no,” Mia said and shook her head at the shoes. Never in her life had she put on such high heels. They must have been at least five inches and they looked extremely painful. The idea of walking down the hall in them terrified her, but it also excited her, so she slipped her feet in to each shoe and slowly got to her feet.
She wobbled for a moment before taking her first tentative step. Not too bad. She took another and gradually made her way across the tile floor to the full-length mirror. Holy shit.
Mia stumbled backwards and almost fell completely when she saw her image reflecting back at her. She didn’t even recognize herself. And she was fucking hot. More than a school girl, which is what she expected to look like. The red bra and shoes, coupled with the rouged cheeks and red lips, made her look like a slutty school girl who would suck the math teacher’s cock to guarantee an A.
The effect was shocking. And a huge turn-on. Mia pivoted slowly, taking in the whole look. When she turned backwards, the realization that her ass was still bare hit her again and something in her gut clenched with the knowledge that there would be nothing covering her pussy when she walked into class.
Crap. Class.
She’d been so wrapped up in getting ready, Mia had totally forgotten about her first class and hadn’t Desiree said she should hurry? As quickly as possible, Mia hurried to where she’d left her folder and glanced through the first page of directions.
Pleasures 101 − Room 21 9:30 p.m.
Mia glanced at the clock—9:35.
Being late for the first class was never good. Her own experience as a high school teacher taught her that. And so far, the Institute was nothing like her school. She gathered up her things, shoved them into the locker and headed out into the hall. It only took her a few steps to realize that if she moved her hips elaborately from side to side, she could walk much smoother in the heels. Plus, it made her feel ridiculously sexy, and the cool breeze created just from moving whistled between her legs, hitting her freshly waxed mound, creating a completely new to her and totally welcome sensation.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
She put her hand on the doorknob of Room 21 and hesitated just a moment. A shiver of anticipation ran through her as she realized what she must look like. A sexy, slutty school girl late for the first day of class. But everyone in the class would look the same way, she reasoned to herself. After all, it was sex school.
And, if she was going to look the part, she might as well play it. Fixing a hand on her hip, and a sexy pout she’d give her teacher to get her out of trouble, Mia turned the door handle and sashayed into the room to start her lesson.
Chapter Three
When Mia walked into the room with that tiny skirt on and her luscious breasts all but bursting out of her top, Evan immediately sat up and took notice. As did his cock.
Damn, she’d never looked so hot. Why hadn’t he ever thought to give her a sexy outfit to wear before? Before class had even begun, Evan was ready to move on to the advanced lesson and take her into the coat room.
But before he had a chance to tell Mia how freakin’ awesome she looked, the instructor, whom up until that point, had been sitting quietly behind a desk, stood up and strode over to the door.
“Ms. Wallace,” the instructor said. “You’re late.” He wasn’t an imposing man—fairly average, really. In fact, Evan expected a sex school instructor to look different, maybe like something out of one of the porn movies he’d seen. But this teacher looked like just a regular guy. There was something in his voice, though, that demanded respect. And even from where Evan was sitting, he could see the uncertainty cross Mia’s face.
“I’m sorry, Mr....”
“My name is Dex. But you will address me as Professor.” The man’s voice reverberated around the room. “And lateness will not be tolerated, Ms. Wallace. You’ve kept the class waiting. Do you have an explanation for everyone?”
Evan watched Mia’s gaze travel over the rest of the group, much like he’d done when he’d arrived. There were three other couples in the room. They were all about the same age, somewhere in their late twenties to thirties, Evan figured. And for whatever reason, that made him feel better. At least he and Mia weren’t the only young couple who were looking for a little spice in the bedroom.
“Well, Ms. Wallace?” the professor said. He didn’t take his eyes off her and the intensity he was staring at Evan’s wife with made Evan squirm in his seat. Also, the fact that he kept referring to Mia as “Ms.” upset him. She was his, dammit. Ms. implied she was available. And she most certainly was not.
“I...I was...” Mia stumbled over her words. A blush colored her almost exposed breasts, making her look every bit the chastised school girl. Evan had never seen her so unsure. She was one of the most confident women he’d ever met. Always in charge and in control of the situation.
“I was getting changed,” Mia said finally.
The professor took a step back and looked her up and down, with a lingering gaze that again made Evan want to jump out of his seat and grab his woman. But something kept him in place. He was curious to see how the scene in front of him would play out.
“It looks like you missed a piece,” the professor said. He took a ruler off his desk and using it, he lifted the hem of Mia’s already indecently short skirt, so her freshly waxed pussy was clearly visible.
Evan’s cock hardened and strained against the jeans he wore. He should have been incensed by the way this other man was exposing his wife to a room full
of strangers, but he’d never before been so turned on.
Mia’s skin flushed and Evan could see her tremble, but she didn’t lower her skirt.
“There were no panties in my locker, Professor,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
The professor pulled his ruler away and turned, walking slowly across the room, smacking it against his palm as he went. “So, you’ve not only made the entire class wait for you, but you’re not even properly clothed. Is that right, Ms. Wallace?”
Mia didn’t say anything. For the first time, she glanced at Evan and pleaded with her eyes for him to help her out.
Evan hesitated, but only for a second. His desire to see how the instructor would handle the situation was strong, but he couldn’t ignore Mia.
“Professor,” Evan said as he rose from his seat. “I’m sure Mia didn’t mean to be late. It’s the first day and all, and panties or not, she looks pretty great.”
The instructor spun around on his heel and smacked the ruler down on the desk. The sound reverberated through the room. “Mr. Wallace, I don’t believe anyone addressed you.”
Feeling properly chastised, Evan moved to sit down, but then had a change of heart. “Professor, Mia is my wife and—”
“I’m aware of who she is, Mr. Wallace.” The instructor took two steps towards Mia, who trembled but held her ground. “Sit down so I can finish this and begin the lesson,” he said to Evan.
Surprising even himself, Evan did as he was told, more eager than ever to see how it would play out.
When Evan had stood up in defense of her, Mia felt a flutter of excitement that her man would defend her. To be honest, she was already pretty excited and had to fight the urge to rub her legs together to ease the building pressure in her crotch. The professor was an intimidating instructor and not normally her type, but the way he commanded the room, and especially her, was making her wet.