The Art Teacher

My name is Amy Parker, and I am a high school teacher in a small Midwest town. This is part three of a story that started in 2011 when I was just finishing my second year as a teacher. Four of the senior football players in my Art Appreciation class had tricked me into posing nude for them the night after graduation. They left my house following their painting session and my boyfriend, the football coach, and I were alone. We had not yet had sex, but that was about to change.

I led Coach downstairs to the bedroom but soon discovered that two of the boys, Roger and John, were at the bedroom window watching me. I did not want to miss this opportunity with Coach, so I did not tell him about our voyeurs, and he ravaged me while they watched.

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Our relationship really blossomed over the summer. He was my perfect mate, and I was absolutely sure he felt the same about me. For my birthday that fall, Coach surprised me with an engagement ring. "Yes! I will marry you." I exclaimed when I opened my present. We decided to marry over the Christmas break.

I knew we couldn't start our marriage with a secret between us, I had to tell him about the boys.

"Coach, there is something I desperately need to tell you." I started, "It happened the night I posed."

"Are you about to tell me that Roger and John were at the window watching?" Coach innocently asked.

I gasped and slapped his arm. Then, with mock indignation, I said, "You knew, and didn't tell me?"

"Well, Amy, I thought you probably knew; but if you didn't, I didn't want you to be embarrassed about it later. Besides, that ship had sailed. I didn't see their car until I went into the bathroom to get a warm wash rag and towel. By that time, they had already jacked-off to you three or four times." Coach finished his comments with a smile.

God, I loved it when Coach talked dirty to me.

I thought back on the events that led to me posing for the boys. Had I really thought that Coach was so fragile that he'd be devastated by the boys' deceit? It was something I should have told him. The boys had not won; I had chosen to give them what they wanted and allowed myself to use Coach as my excuse. Still, Coach would be disappointed to hear the truth about his boys. I finally decided to keep this revelation to myself.

"Now I have something to share with you." said coach. "You seem to really enjoy it when I play with your anus." I nodded vigorously and smiled. He continued, "When I was just 18, we were studying the Greeks in a college freshman history class. My best friend, Bill, told me that Greek men would have sex with young boys. I naively asked him how that was even possible. When he told me, I threw up. That mental picture has stayed with me and has become an aversion for me. It's one of the few sexual hangups I have. I know if I tried to enter you that way, I'd go limp in a heartbeat.

I told him that was alright; he was man enough for me.

But there was one more secret I had to share with Coach; it was about my fantasy with the four boys. And yet again, any worry I had sharing my darkest and deepest desires with Coach was ill founded. Not only was he understanding; he asked for more details! God, I loved this man!

We wed two days before Christmas, 2011. It was a small ceremony, but my parents (and younger brother) finally came to visit. Coach gave up his apartment and moved in with me.

We spent our first married Christmas together. For Christmas he gave me a trip to Cancun for our Honeymoon. We left on Boxing Day and stayed at a very nice all-inclusive on the beach. Our room had its own small courtyard, surrounded by a six-foot privacy wall, with an outdoor shower. Coach had gone all-out; we were booked into the resort's Executive Club.

We arrived late in the afternoon exhausted from the travel, made love, had dinner, made love, and went to sleep. The next morning, we planned to visit both the pool and the beach. I exited the bathroom wearing my red bikini and Coach exclaimed, "Wow, you look great, Amy!" I replied, "You have seen me naked. Didn't you think I would look good in a bikini?"

We headed to the small pool reserved for the Executive Club members, found two lounge chairs and put our towels on them. I went straight to the deep end and dove in. The water was cool and very refreshing. I felt my nipples stiffen in response. When I climbed out of the pool I looked down and could clearly see the outline of my nipples through the thin fabric of my bikini top. There were two couples already at the pool; both wives were reading but both the men were staring at me - they had noticed as well. A jolt of excitement ran through me as I watched them check me out.

I sat, put on my hat and sunglasses, and tried to read but couldn't concentrate. I looked down and saw that my nipples were still very pronounced. Feeling bold, I walked over to the closer couple and announced, "Hi. I'm Amy." They introduced themselves as George and Linda, two schoolteachers from Maryland. Both were in their mid-forties and had been teaching for twenty-five years.

"What a coincidence." I said, "My husband and I both teach high school as well." Our common careers made starting a conversation easy.

This trip was a special gift her parents gave them for their twentieth anniversary. They had been there for a week and had been able to upgrade to the Executive Club because the resort offered a discount over Christmas. They had never been to Mexico before, never been out of the country before. They were heading home tomorrow.

My dark sunglasses hid where I was looking. When I turned my head towards Linda, George lowered his gaze to my breasts. He didn't realize that I was watching him as he focused on the outline of my perky nipples. It excited me to have a stranger stare at me so blatantly.

It became a game for me. Turn towards George, George raised his gaze, turn towards Linda, George's gaze dropped to my tits. His unabashed behavior intrigued me. What was it, I wondered, that allowed people on vacation to shed their inhibitions? I smiled with the realization that I was on vacation, too.

We chatted amicably for about twenty minutes and agreed to meet after dinner for drinks by the pool bar. Then Coach and I headed to the beach.

The staff put on a beachfront paella cooking exhibition which we witnessed and then had the delicious paella for lunch. The beach was beautiful, and we entered the area of the beach reserved for the Executive Club, found two chairs and relaxed. I noticed that several of the women sunning on the beach were topless. I did not know girls went topless in Cancun. Imagining the possibilities sent a chill up my spine. I touched my bikini top and looked over at Coach. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "When in Rome..."

I took a deep breath and removed my top. I noticed that several of the men in the vicinity were paying close attention. I laid on my back and felt the breeze on my exposed breasts. Damn, it felt good! My nipples stiffened from the attention they were receiving. After 20 minutes I turned over to balance my tan. I daydreamed and just relaxed. It was wonderful.

After 20 minutes on my stomach, I was just about to turn back over when company arrived.

"There they are!" someone shouted. "We thought you all might be here." It was George and Linda, our new best friends. They had just come down to the beach from lunch.

They selected the two lounge chairs next to me. Linda took the one furthest away, laid down on her back, and began to read her book. George was standing at the foot of his lounge, looking at me, about to set down his towel. George had been very interested in checking out my tits when I was wearing my red bikini top, I recalled. I wondered what he'd do if he really had a good look at them without my top. And that's when I turned over.

George gasped when he saw my naked breasts. I pretended not to notice, but inside I was incredibly aroused. I acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world for me to be topless on the beach. But in reality, flashing my tits for a man was a first, and a real turn-on.

I casually bent one knee and asked George if they had enjoyed lunch. I relaxed into my new position - with my hands by my side and my erect nipples pointing straight up - as he tried to answer. I heard a mumble, but no coherent words emerged. He was incapable of speech and unable to move.

I could feel my nipples harden even more under his gaze. He was standing there, looking down at them, no pretense in looking at my face. "This is what you wanted, isn't it George?" I thought. "You wanted to see my tits, didn't you? Here they are, presented to you for your viewing pleasure. Take a good, long look. See how erect my nipples are? Enjoy them." I felt Coach take my left hand and give it a squeeze. I looked to my left and saw that Coach was turned-on as well.

I let George view me topless for a few more minutes, then placed my bikini top over my chest. Linda consumed in her book, never noticed.

I kept my top on for the rest of the afternoon, but my short exhibition left me wanting more.

That night, Coach and I had a wonderful steak dinner and then headed for the pool bar to meet George and Linda. We chatted mostly about teaching; they told stories of the young people who, as adults, had come back and told them about the positive impact their teachers had had on their lives. George and Linda were wonderful, dedicated people and I was beginning to like them both. I was more than a little sorry they were leaving the next day. One drink had led to three and finally Linda announced they needed to pack.

We walked back to our rooms with George and Linda and were surprised to discover we were neighbors. My first thought was, "I hope we weren't too loud last night." They bid us farewell and entered their room. We didn't even exchange email addresses. This was to be a one-time vacation acquaintance, and I would never see them again. But, as it turned out, George would see me!

Once back in our room, Coach and I went out onto our private courtyard and sat quietly together in the dark enjoying the night. About ten minutes had passed and I heard a voice from the adjoining courtyard, "I'm going inside to pack." It was Linda. Followed by, "Be right in after I finish my drink." That was George. They had also been sitting in their courtyard.

Then I had a deliciously mischievous idea. It was so outlandish I blushed. "Where did that idea come from?" I wondered. "Was it borne from the reduced inhibitions that so often accompany vacations far from home? Or was it a result of my increased libido from honeymoon sex? Or perhaps it was a desire to finish my show from this afternoon?" I didn't know. I just knew it had been intoxicating to feel the control I had over George with my body, and I craved more of it. I wanted -

needed

- to expose myself to him.

For only the second time in my life I was determined to present myself naked to someone who wasn't a boyfriend. That type of radical action required an internal debate. "What are you thinking?" I asked myself, "He's old enough to be your father."

"Yes, he is but he is no relation to me." I countered. He is a man, and he wants this. I am a woman blessed with a body that men love to see, and I AM going to show myself to him. Debate over.

I rose from our lounge as quietly as I could and walked to our door. Then I announced in a loud voice, as if talking to someone back in our room, "What a beautiful night! I think I'll try the outdoor shower." I knew it was loud enough for George to clearly hear and know it was me. I quickly motioned for Coach to join me inside.

I asked Coach to stand near our doorway but out of sight of our adjoining privacy wall. "Peek out every few minutes and give me a signal if you see George watching over the wall." I asked. There was a tree just outside the compound with one limb that extended into our two courtyards. The limb seemed to sit atop the adjoining wall. It offered George an opportunity to look and be partially hidden. I

knew

he'd take the opportunity. I had seen the impact my bare breasts had on him. It would be biologically impossible for him to resist.

I removed my clothes, grabbed soap and shampoo and wrapped a towel around me, then turned on the courtyard light. I was startled to see how illuminated I would be. The outside lamp served as a spotlight for the shower area. "Good." I said to myself. I smiled thinking about the spectacle I was to become.

Another wave of embarrassment washed over me as I walked out into the courtyard and into the spotlight, realizing I was actually going to do this. The feeling lasted a few moments then was gone, leaving only the thrill of anticipating what was to come.

I pretended to be looking at the shower controls with an occasional glance at Coach. I saw Coach's signal - a big thumbs up. Coach told me later that George must have been standing on a chair; his head fully above the wall; hidden from me by the leaves of the tree limb, but very visible to Coach.

I felt both trepidation and excitement for what I was about to do. "George won't mind." I reasoned, "And we'll never see each other again." It was the perfect opportunity to expose myself to a near stranger. I turned on the shower and turned to face George. I held the towel around me with both hands, bit my lower lip, looked demurely away, and opened the towel, giving George a spotlit, full-frontal view of my naked body.

I turned to my right and hung the towel on the hook, there for that purpose, then continued my pirouette until, once again, I faced George. I had just given him the opportunity to view my trim, athletic, and very nude body from every angle. I appeared to be waiting for the shower to reach temperature, but I was basking in the thrill of my nakedness. He could see all of me. He had seen my breasts, so I imagined he was now focused on my young blonde pussy. That familiar feeling of exhibitionist excitement overwhelmed me. Here I was, a girl exposing herself to a man twice her age. I seemed to enjoy it more when the situations were inappropriate.

I looked down and noticed that my tanned skin from today's sun stood in stark contrast to my pale private area. It announced that my privates were normally covered and off-limits for viewing. It was a turn-on showing my tan-lines to George. I moved under the shower facing halfway between George and Coach and let the water run over me.

I soaped my face then tilted my head back to rinse it. Then I tilted my head down and shampooed my hair. For five minutes I found ways to face George but not look in his direction. I wanted to give him time to ogle me without fear of being seen.

I soaped my hands and cupped my breasts, then began to slowly massage them, pinching my nipples; making they stand out even more. I was giving George the show I knew he wanted to see. When I looked up again, Coach was stroking himself. I knew Coach was turned-on knowing that I was completely exposed and being watched by another man. I wondered if George was stroking himself. I smiled at the thought and hoped he was.

I took the soap and began to wash my lower body. I turned around and bent over to wash my ankles, showcasing my flexibility and my tight ass. With my torso parallel to the ground, I reached behind me and soaped my ass, making sure to include my crack. I took both hands and spread my cheeks to ensure a more thorough rinse. This presented my anus to George for his inspection. I wanted him to see ALL of me. Once again, I felt the familiar combination of embarrassment and excitement course through me.

I turned back to face George and began to wash my private area. Damn, it felt good to feel my fingers rubbing the inside folds of my pussy. I submitted to the feeling and began to rub myself with more abandon. Was I going to masturbate for George?

It appeared I was. This was a first for me. I had not masturbated in front of my former boyfriends - it felt too personal. "What the hell," I thought, "let him watch. Let this be my gift to him for twenty-five years of dedicated service."

I played with myself now with total disregard for who was watching. I think Coach and I came at the same time. Maybe George as well because I heard a stifled moan come from the tree limb.

I turned off the shower, grabbed my things and returned to the room with a big smile. Coach and I made love noisily several times that night. When we woke the next morning, George and Linda were gone. Three days later, so were we.

Once home we settled into our new lives and out teaching roles for the spring semester. Coach's best friend, Bill, often came to visit us. Coach and Bill had been best friends since they were neighbors as boys. Even though he lived several hours away, Bill would find reasons to come to town, spending the night with us in one of our two upstairs guest rooms.

I would usually fix breakfast for the boys while wearing my shortie robe, which gave Bill a good look at my athletic legs. One night while he was staying with us, I got up in the middle of the night to water a living room plant I had forgotten. I knew if I didn't do it now, it might not happen.

I hopped out of bed, turned on the hall light and went downstairs. I was wearing my see-through negligee with no panties and didn't bother with my robe. I was walking back to the room and suddenly the guest room door opened, and Bill popped his head out. My breasts and pussy clearly visible through my negligee. "Oh," he said startled, "I heard a noise." He pulled his head back but not before giving me a big smile and taking a final look. I was surprised how turned on I felt from my unintentional exposure.

Coach told me that Bill had a crush on me. I had thought he did but hearing it from Coach still gave me a thrill. In truth, I had a crush on him as well. He was cute, funny, and very well built.

I was enjoying my new life as a wife to Coach, and we would often lie in bed at night and talk about our lives and our plans. One night, after an especially nice session of lovemaking, Coach asked me about my sexual fantasy bucket list.

"I've never thought about it that way." I told him. Then I began to list my fantasies: "It would really turn me on to perform a striptease for a group of men; I'd love to be restrained and blindfolded and then groped by a total stranger; I'd really like to suck and be fucked by a big cock (all three of my former sexual partners were very adequate, but none really big); I've fantasized about having interracial sex; and I guess my last sexual bucket list item would be anal sex." I stopped and looked at Coach to see if any of these surprised or offended him.

He nodded, taking it all in stride. God, I loved that man! "What about you?" I asked.

"I'm not sure anything could be sexier than watching you reveal yourself to the boys." He responded. "Especially when you looked embarrassed. You looked so vulnerable, so fragile, so incredibly sexy!"

He hadn't answered me. I gave Coach my "teacher look" - the look we give students to let them know we're onto them. Coach got suddenly quiet and looked more unsettled than I'd ever seen him. If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was afraid to tell me. I remembered all the times I had been worried about sharing with him and said as lovingly as I could, "It's okay, really, please tell me."

He paused for several moments and then relented and quietly confessed, "Amy, the only item on my sexual fantasy bucket list is to watch another man fuck you." It took my breath away. I leaned over and kissed him, so happy that he was able to share this with me.

We loved to explore our deepest sexual desires and especially loved role play.

We used the downstairs bedroom for most of our games. I never put up curtains, thinking one day someone might see me again. We made a modification to the bed. Underneath the mattress we added two ropes that ran diagonally across the top of the boxspring, forming an "X". At the end of each rope a steel ring was attached. Once the mattress was back in place, the rings, at each corner of the bed, were barely visible, but they gave Coach a place to tie our scarves when he wished to restrain me. Now I could be truly bound to the bed.