Cucked in My Classroom Ch. 4
"Scott, I'm too tired for this," my wife said. "Just tell me the truth so I can be mad in the morning."
"Okay..." I started. "Rachel, I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional, I-"
"I know you've been cheating. With a student, like a fucking creep. It's the only thing that makes sense. I mean, why else would a grown man host a teen graduation party at his house. Tell me the truth and maybe we'll be married after I watch everything on the nanny cam."
"If it helps, Amber is 18. And she came onto me."
Rachel rolled her eyes, blowing a strand of short blonde hair out of her eyes.
"Sure. I'm sure every one of your students can't wait to fuck you."
"I'm sorry. And I'll say that again and again. But yes, she has a thing for teachers. It's... not what you're imagining though."
Her eyebrows furrowed.
"So I'm not going to see you fucking her on this?"
She gestured to the teddy bear.
"Well..."
"Jesus, Scott! Out with it."
"Well, look. We did it once in the car."
Her hand went to forehead, and again I thought about how stupid I had been. My wife was ridiculously hot, tall, blonde, with boobs too big for the standard Victoria's Secret sizes. She just hadn't been fucking me much, especially with our daughter starting to take steps.
I had fucked up my entire family and there was nothing I could do to take it back.
"In our car?"
"It, it was quick."
"Oh well, I guess that makes it better. Why should she get better sex than me?"
"Then she wanted it in the classroom. But J'vonte- uh, one of my students. He um... sort of stumbled in and well... wanted a turn."
"Jesus fuck, Scott, and what you let him? And he's what? He's been blackmailing you?"
"Um... that's not quite the dynamic over the past few months."
"Months?"
"Yeah, but it's not like you think."
"Just tell me Scott. Give me all the details so I can go to bed without wondering how many kids you've been fucking."
"It's not like that!"
I don't know why I was yelling. Maybe because I was so embarrassed.
"She, um... She liked him. Like, a lot better."
Rachel sat up straighter.
"Go on."
"It wasn't just J'vonte blackmailing me. Amber was just as eager. Her parents were super strict. So the first thing they asked was for me to drive them around, while they, uh... you know."
"Did it? Go on, every detail. You're the dumbass fucking high schoolers."
"Yeah. Jay would fuck her in the backseat while I watched in the rearview mirror. I mean, when he wasn't looking."
"Wait, so you went from fucking a girl-"
"Amber."
"Whatever. To what, just being their chauffeur while they fucked. And what, you weren't even allowed to look? Did you stand outside the car?"
"No. Worse."
"Worse?"
Rachel leaned forward, suddenly interested.
"Like, if he saw me, Jay would make a comment about my dick."
"Like what?"
She didn't sound as mad.
I winced, trying to sugarcoat what he said.
"Mostly, um... about the size."
"Stupid boys," my wife said. "Though at the moment, I want to hear every embarrassing detail. Why not, right? You didn't care much about my feelings."
"He, well both of them, liked to call it um..."
I couldn't believe I was going to tell her this.
"Well?"
"A little white pinkie..."
Rachel burst out laughing.
Even at my expense, it was good to hear her laugh again.
"I'm guessing he's got one of those big, black dicks?"
"Massive," I agreed, glumly.
"So once she went black, she never went back?"
"Not exactly."
"Scott," she sighed, again sounding angry. "I'm not going to pry out every detail. Spill it and give me every humiliating moment, in graphic detail."
"Okay, okay. It started in the classroom. He fucked her and the difference... well, I could never make her cum like that. But I think she felt bad or something. I don't know. Maybe she was just tired enough to let me finish."
"Did either of you wear a condom?"
"No..." I admitted.
"So you put your dick, excuse me, you put your little white pinkie inside her pussy, while it was
filled
with another man's cum?"
"Yes..."
"Pathetic. And from how it sounds, you couldn't even please her with sloppy seconds?"
"No. I lasted, like a minute."
"Well I hope that was worth it."
"It wasn't. Again, I'm so-"
"Stop apologizing and tell me what I want to hear. So what, then you agree to be their sex chauffeur or whatever?"
"Sort of. It was only twice. The first... well, you really want to hear?"
Rachel nodded.
"The first time, they would tease me every time I looked back at them."
"Tell me."
It was so hard to admit.
"Like, what a loser, this is the closest he can get to good pussy."
"That's probably going to be true for a while," Rachel acknowledged. "Go on."
"Or look at him, touching his little pinkie. Or he'd asked her, would you rather have a dick you can't feel or mine? Do you think you'll even notice next time he fucks you?"
Rachel was giggling uncontrollably, so I continued.
"The whole time, I couldn't help masturbating, hearing Amber moan and scream like that in the backseat, telling him how much bigger and better he was. I don't know why it got me so excited..."
"It has been months since we did anything," Rachel acknowledged. "Not that it excuses anything. So did you get sloppy seconds again?"
"No... they uh..."
"Ooh, poor baby. Did it get worse for your little pinkie?"
"They whispered something, then Amber turned around, his big black dick still stuffing her, and shouted that she couldn't stand the thought of me ruining sex for them with my little dicklet. That if I wanted to watch, I needed to keep that tiny thing in my pants."
When she stopped laughing, Rachel continued the torment.
"Even erect, I'm sure it wasn't too hard to stroke that tiny thing through your pants. Is that where they made you cum? In your pants, like a little bitch?"
I looked at my shoes.
"Yes. Then I had to drive them to Whataburger."
Rachel couldn't stop laughing.
"You bought them lunch?! And with your boxers, full of crusty cum? OH MY GOD!"
She took a minute or so to pull herself together.