An Update Story

I was still in bed when Pete rang at 0730.

I apologised for missing his calls/texts last night, explaining that I'd simply not heard my phone, lying to him that I had somehow muted my phone during the day and had not noticed.

I also failed to mention Kevin at all. Then again, Pete wasn't on long, he had a day out to do!

I lay there in bed after the call, thinking about last night and the things that had happened--my exposure, nude to several older men who had watched me--to this horny married woman seducing a younger black youth.

As I thought of that beautiful big hard cock and how much I'd loved the feeling of it in my mouth, even though it made me gag a couple of times, I loved the size, the texture, and, omg, the amount of hot white cum fired out, with strong pulses, like those water pistols Pete and I once used on holiday, and when Kevin filled my mouth that first time, I noticed a huge difference in the delivery of the cum, in amount, texture, and taste, between Kevin and Peter.

I know that is wrong of me to compare. I'm married to Peter. I love him, really I do, but this, this whole sex thing, his size at 11 cm, his inability sometimes to even get hard enough to penetrate me, or when he did, never lasted long enough to make me orgasm.

When he used to cum if I sucked his little man or even wanked it for him, it sort of dribbled rather than blasted out, it was (the last time I saw it, 3 or 4 months ago!) only about a spoonful of watery-looking stuff, that tasted bitter.

That is why nowadays, we only ever make out, kiss, and cuddle, I adore him spooning me as we sleep, but sexually, we no longer do it, except of course, Peter has always gone down on me, the only way I ever achieved orgasm with him is by him tonguing my pussy, usually after he'd cum, and even today he still does so after I've been well and truly fucked by someone, he simply continued to do so, often giving me at least one more orgasm!

Kevin, yesterday, to my knowledge, got his very near 7" and thick black cock hard at least five times, he came twice in my mouth, both times flooding it, causing me to gulp it down, tasting the not-unpleasant flavour, with no bitter aftertaste, his cum is thick, creamy white, about a tablespoon, maybe a table and a half spoonful in each event; and last night was able to cum twice within about twenty minutes, once in my mouth, the second in my needy pussy, I fucking loved it, loved every fucking second of the time spent with Kevin, my ex-student.

And that should make me feel guilty, that I should never have done any of that, and, more to the point, certainly, I should never ever do it again. It's so wrong in several ways, and I should say, 'Never again'!

But I can't; I just know that I enjoyed it, and, unable to get anything like it from Pete, then, just the thought of doing it all over again makes me wet.

In fact, right now I need George--getting him out of the drawer!

A short while later, showered, hair washed/conditioned, George rinsed, and back in the drawer, I pulled on panties and my kimono, collected everything I'd worn yesterday, plus what little was in the laundry basket, leaving the girls to sleep in, headed down to the utility room, threw the torn thong away, the bra I left aside, might wear it again later, everything else in the machine, not enough to switch it on, I'll wait for the girls smalls from last night. The kettle boiled, I made tea and toast and sat to check my email.

Ping.

Picking up and unlocking my phone I see a text from Kevin. It made me smile because it read as follows:

Timekeeping. Jessica is prone to tardiness and needs to improve on that.

Has shown an ability to listen to clear instructions and carry them out.

Oral exams. Shown great skill, she needs to keep up her practice at every opportunity, wherever, whenever that may be.

She has shown an obvious liking for deep penetration of certain core subjects, whether orally or in the physical sense, but does require further training to improve her skills as she progresses.

Having shown such potential to become a great bitch to this BBC, just a bit more effort is required, and I would suggest an intense course of 'out of school' activities to further hone her skills in being my slut!

Teachers' comment. Good, keep up the good work! Score 8.5

Omg, a sense of humour too! :-):-)

I sent a reply back, 'Ha ha, hilarious!

And may I ask sir, when does the 'out of school course start?

Ping.

This evening, If I'm asked, then I could be available. It is possible that the same men would likely be available in the same place, ready for a similar show?

:-)It is a possible maybe, after dark? will let you know after lunch!  J.

Ping.

Don't keep me hanging--I have other bitches, you know!

No, not like me, you don't! and you know it! J.

Just about then, I heard the shower running, so I went through to put the kettle on and waited to see if they wanted breakfast. Then Nia came down wearing a white spa hotel dressing gown she'd acquired sometime in the past, she told me Jo would be down in a minute, she's a bit rough this morning, seeing how she was tag-teamed by two guys last night, only just avoided a gangbang because I had phoned her.

After seeing the guy she'd disappeared up to his room with for a shag, only to find another guy waiting for them in his room, and after they had both fucked her, the first guy came down to fetch his three buddies up. Nia had phoned her to say Big Pete was looking for her right then, and she should leave.

When Jo did come down wearing just a sheer nightie, yes she looked a bit worn, but at only twenty, she'll recover soon enough, and yes, could she have a full English brunch. Nia also had a full breakfast, but without the chips, Nia had her 1st cuppa, Jo had coffee so I joined her having coffee and we then chatted about their sailing trip, and the evening social, complete with more detail on the later-than-expected end to Jo's evening!

Somehow avoiding discussion in any detail, my evening out, only to say I'd been for a quiet drink with someone from school and talking about further 'out of school' training!

They both agreed that it sounded boring, and I should have gone out with them because that had been a fun day! They announced they were planning on going to the sailing club again, but Jo did say that the plan tonight was no sex, be at home by 11.30, bed for midnight,  "Why not join us tonight Jessica? After last night, surely you deserve a bit of fun?"

"Sorry girls, just like you two, I'm in for a similar evening, but will be back well before you two!"

"Bloody hell, Jess, you're getting to be a boring old tart, come with us and have some fun. It's the w/end after all, and Pete isn't here, but you still deserve some excitement, a little bit of fun, and a drink too!"

"Seriously, Nia, you and Jo go have fun; go to the sailing club, I'll go upgrade some of my skills for an hour or so, I'll have a laugh, a bit of fun, and a drink too!

So leave me to improve myself, you never know, Jo. I may be able to pass on newly acquired skills to you!"

We spent the rest of the morning doing the washing and preparing a light lunch. Jo, after dressing in t-shirt and daisy dukes, her very short shorts, that over half her tight bum cheeks are on display, and without her bra on her 34c boobs jiggle delightfully, this cute girl turns heads, a thought flashed into my head.

Although I think nothing of Peter sleeping with her on average, twice a week, and just five months ago he took her virginity, or rather she took her virginity using him, and I know she fucked him twice that day and blew him just once, and even now, whenever Nia sleeps in my bed, and we share George together, Peter often goes into her bed and they spoon to sleep.

But I think she is stunningly beautiful, and that I mustn't let Kevin meet her, I don't want to be sharing him with her just yet, if ever.

Something else about Jo, she is brilliant at makeup and has turned Peter into Petrina once for a weekend.  I wouldn't want Kevin to see Petrina either, he just might prefer her to me, or even both of us together!

After lunch, I'd asked the girls to pop to the shop for some forgotten item wanted for dinner, and as soon as they had gone I sent Kevin a text asking,

'If there are any afterschool activities today between 7pm and 10pm fixed, then I'm in, as I'd love to practice my skills?'

Ping.

'Be in carpark at 7.15 prompt. Again, 3 items: a white half-cup bra+ white thong, if you have a wrap dress, any colour, or a front fastening outfit! low heels.'

Ok, have a dress, are we going back to F***** Woods?J.

Ping.

Bring white trainers, wet wipes, hand towel, hair tie, (to tie ponytail) spare panties, all in a bag!'

Ping. Travel sleep eye mask, in bag!

Yes, ok, but why Kevin?      J.

Ping. Because I have told you!

Yes Sir, will do as you say!    J.

I realised that I didn't have wet wipes, nor a face mask, need to run to the supermarket, and see if they had a mask! I rush upstairs to dress, jeans, bra, and sweatshirt, putting my trainers on, thinking I don't have any white trainers, blue & white, grey & white, but not plain white!  Anyway, running down to the shop, I met the sisters returning, so told them I needed a bottle of wine for tonight, Nia had a chicken for dinner so I said to cook it now, we'll have an early dinner for a change!

In the supermarket, I quickly found a travel pack that had an inflatable pillow, a small pack of face wipes, and most importantly a mask. Walking around the area also found and got a pack of scrunchies, to tie my hair up with, also took a look at the reduced clothes rails, and spotted a blue & tan-coloured, button-fronted dress with a matching belt, the hanger said my size. I also picked up a bottle of white, supposedly to take with me, paid at the till, and headed back.

The girls were surprised to see me with another dress, but I explained it away by saying "reduced at that price I couldn't refuse!" then took all upstairs,

Nia came up a while later to ask about the car; if I was going out in it, then they'd book an Uber, but told them I'd get picked up later.

Then Nia asked about whom I was meeting on a Sunday to discuss what was it you mentioned. 'Out of School' activity training, what did that entail, what further skills were needed, seeing how I wouldn't know for sure if I had qualified as a teacher till the beginning of July at the earliest?

So, give girl, what are you up to? It's not like you to suddenly go out supposedly to a school meeting on a weekend, so come on, tell me, Jessica!

Now, I first met Nia in senior school, both wanted to train as teachers, and we became besties back then, they say opposites attract, well Nia and I were just that, because she lost her virginity at 16, became boy-mad, and had several boys chasing after her for next two years, by then we had both entered a teacher training scheme, went to university together, we were on different floors in the dorm block, Nia started dating an African guy called Ervan, a big, well built black guy, they got serious, she dropped out to move down to Br****l, intending to get married eventually, we lost touch for months, then she'd call sometimes, talking of parties, other men.

She even had to sleep with Ervan's brother Abam, who would fuck her twice, she'd then shower, and return to Ervan's bed. Where he would reclaim her as his property, both men hung, 9"to 10". By the time she was 21---Never mind that!

I, on the other hand, at 20, still a virgin, sharing a room on campus, with a lesbian named Micky, with whom I had a short fling, Micky wore her hair short, cut at a barber, wore vests, lumberjack style shirts, men's jeans, army style boots, was almost flat chested 32a, never worn a bra, had no body hair down there either, it was she who first got me to shave my mound smooth, I've kept it that way ever since, Micky loved my 34c boobs, encouraged me to be an exhibitionist, which I have grown to love, she often took me to a gay bar near the city centre, and would make out with me publicly, encouraged me to make out with others there too, I've even danced topless in that bar on a few occasions, bloody good nights they were too!

Micky went on holiday to Greece and never returned, met her soulmate there, and stayed, I still get postcards sometimes!

After a Sunday roast chicken dinner, we finish off a box of white, so glad Nia bought another back from town Friday, Pete isn't back till late Friday with a resupply, he'll bring 20 or so boxes home with him. Taking the newly opened box upstairs with us, we all got ready, Nia took only fifteen minutes, and Jo, bearing in mind it's a no-sex night out, looked drop-dead gorgeous. Shit, I'd fuck her in an instant, she'll have men swarming around! 35 minutes later they took my car, leaving me to get ready!

It's six thirty, I showered my body from boobs down again, put a bit of slap on, round my eyes, lip gloss, did a walk-through of my 'Intense' perfume, then taking the new dress off its hanger slipped it on, to discover it's a size too small, I started at hips area to button upwards, tight, the waist buttons ok, the button just under my bust tight, the next one the button it pulls my bra in, looks/feels wrong, so dress off, bra off, dress on, buttoned under bust ok, the next did up ok, pulled me into having a nice cleavage, it's ten to seven now, so quick brush of my hair, dropping the hairbrush into the carrier along with the other required item Kevin ordered me to pack, poured another glass of the white, then headed downstairs, seven o'clock, I start to put my low heels on, they slip on/off easy, and I'm ready. Five past.

Ping.

Are you ready slut?

Thought I'd take the mick, so answered,

Oh yes, my lord and master, your slut is eager to serve you in any way you my lord should so desire, tonight I'm yours to command!   J. (Slut)But before I pressed send,

Ping,

You have not left yet; why?

I sent the reply, quickly writing a PS,  Could Sir pick me up outside now? J. With that, I left locking the door behind me, walked down the drive to the kerb, just as Kevin pulled up beside me, he leaned over to open the front, I opened the back door to put the bag in, noting his gym bag there also some sort of blanket, closing the door and got in the front seat, he caught me by surprise by kissing me, stunned till his tongue slipped between my lips, I then suddenly returned his kiss, placing a hand behind his head to prolong this public display, I've no idea why I did that, right outside the house.

Margret, my neighbour could very well be watching.

"You tell me not to pick you up here outside the house, then you tell me to come here, kissing me, the neighbours seeing us? What gives slut?"

"I told you, I'm yours to do whatever you desire tonight, from now till 10 pm I cannot say No, I will not refuse you. But Kevin, be careful with what you ask, tell me to do, so long as it's not illegal, not painful, no permanent marking, then I can't refuse you, not tonight!"

"You know what slut, I might just have to test you on that tonight, don't you? No pain, no tats, nothing illegal, but everything else is on the menu, right, no refusals?"

"Oh, yeah, just one more thing, I don't like anal, so don't think of gangbanging my arse tonight, or any night."

"Shame that, often used to think about that bum in class, then at the pool when your swim gear slip in between them cheeks, oh wow, pity it's out of bounds, I'd love to-- you know? If ever you change your mind, I'd love to be your first, I'd be really gentle you know slut?"

"Yeah, well you'd not be the first, Peter was, and my bum is reserved just for him, his use only! And I owe him that much, ok?"

"Ok,ok, he gets the pleasure, I don't, no one else does, but you did just say that you don't like anal, so why do you let him do it to you? I mean, I know he's your husband and all but. Ah, you are a submissive-- to him too, yeah?"

"No Kevin, you're wrong, I'm not a submissive-well, a little maybe, to bigger guys maybe, bbc yeah, sometimes maybe! But not to him, not to Peter, it, well, no, I couldn't ever be, no, not Pete."

"Go on slut, tell me why not, why not submit to your husband?

Seems to me he'd be the main man in your life to be submissive to, so how come? I'd like to know, and I'd love to know why you're here now."

"Told you I'm not comfortable talking about him, about Peter, he's a good, hardworking man who worships me, and I love him to bits, ok! that's the truth, he worships me, but can't do- no- shit, he can't give me what I need, ok! Just stop talking about him, please!"

I don't know why, but suddenly I did want to talk about it, about Peter, about why I fuck other men, mostly black men, but always big, well-built men, men bigger than 5" in the dick department, that could actually fuck, and fuck  me to orgasm several times!

I get so damn frustrated sometimes, not being able to talk to somebody about it, my life with Peter, and our present lifestyle, I can't talk to my mother, she thought him a wimp and not a man when she first met him.

Chrissie, my sister living in Ireland, she knows, even lent me her husband Bobby, who is black, well built, and has a beautiful hard black 8"cock.

Then there is Nia, my best friend, and her sister Jo, both live with us, they are UK born to Ghanaian parents, both stunning looking girls, both of whom have slept with Peter, both know the problem I live with, they don't understand why I fell for him, but neither do they want me to leave him!

And yes, I think I need a psychologist, I should talk to someone!

"Jess, Jessica! you okay? come on, say something? anything!"

The car had stopped, it's dusk, and Kevin is shaking me, then says,

"Ah, you're back, thought you were on a bad trip, have you taken something Jess? You were talking one minute, then you went quiet, mumbling odd words here and there, something about needs, about Peter not doing something, and who's Bobby? Come on Jessica, talk to me, shall I take you home, call it a night, and take you back home?"

"What, eh? We just got here, where are we, Kevin? god, I need a drink, where the hell are we?"

Looking around, I can see we're down on the dunes at C***** M****, another car is parked about four bays away, think someone is sitting there, then Kevin gave me a cup with some fluid or another,  It smelt orangey, I sip, hell that's strong, it's vodka/orange out of a flask, normal people put hot drink in a flask, this lad has vodka/orange! I neck it, like doing a shot but bigger.

He poured a bit more in, saying to me,

"Excuse the cup, forgot a glass, sip this one Jess, or do you want water?"

"Oh, yes please, water, this is strong, you trying to get me drunk young man, so you can get your wicked way with me, eh? Is that the plan?"

Handing me a bottle of water from his gym bag, Kevin says,

"No, my lovely little slut, you have already told me you're going to do everything I desire, but you're obviously not feeling ok, right? so, want me to take you home, do this tomorrow if you feel up to it? what do you say, Jess, take you home?"

"Oh, for fucks sake shut up, and fucking kiss me, make me your fucking slut, isn't that why I'm here, because I'm a fucking slut that needs what my bloody husband doesn't give me, eh?

Yes, Kevin, I need to suck your bloody lovely hard cock, come on Kev, let me suck you dry please let me, come on now, need you to cum so I can drink you dry!"

"Jess, hold on a minute, let's walk, come on, clear your head and talk to me"

We got out and walked down to the water's edge, he held my hand not romantically, but more to stop me from falling over!  Strolling back, he asked, "Feeling better Jess? You worried me for a while back there, I thought you had taken something, an 'E' maybe?"