This story involves some of the same characters as an earlier story, "Cassi Can't Resist". However, it is not necessary to read that story to enjoy this one! It also contains limited recounting of man on man oral sex as well as pegging, so if that's not your cup of tea this is your warning. Otherwise, ENJOY!!
The rushing water felt amazing as it cascaded down my body. The warm water flowing from the showerhead washed the aches of a long day away causing me to smile contently and relax against the shower wall.
Work had been tough. As a teacher at the high school, some days I felt incredibly rewarded by my career choice. Others, I wondered why teenagers were allowed out of their homes. Today had been a lot closer to the latter.
Our high school operated on a 4-day week in order to save some money. Today was the fourth and final day of our week and we had replaced "Casual Fridays" with "Casual Thursdays". I usually wore a pair of jeans with a school t-shirt on these days and today had been no different.
However, this morning I had been running a little late and grabbed the wrong pair of jeans. This pair was slightly too small and a little tighter than what I would normally deem appropriate for work.
The waist had a habit of riding low, sometimes exposing more than I would like. I had already rushed out the door and was well on my way before realizing my mistake.
I had chosen a pink thong to wear under the jeans today. A fact that unfortunately many other people learned as the day progressed. I teach upper level Math classes at the high school, mainly working with a few classes each of juniors and seniors. Today, my senior classes had a test.
During a test, I encourage the students to ask me if they have trouble understanding a question. I don't solve any problems for them, but I see no reason not to offer a hint or nudge if that's all they need. I like to squat down next to the desks so that I am more comfortably close to eye level. Usually this isn't a problem.
It wasn't until my third senior class, right before lunch, that I realized how grave my mistake had been. One of my female waited for everyone to leave the classroom before approaching my desk.
"Mrs. Z?" she had said.
"Yes Remy?" I returned. Poor Remy's face was almost as red as her hair.
"Ummm...Idk how to say this Mrs. Z, but...umm...your underwear was hanging out like all of class. I figured you didn't know so I thought I should tell you." She gave me a halfhearted smile, but I could tell she was embarrassed for me.
I groaned aloud. "I'm sorry Remy, thank you for telling me." I was appreciative of her telling me, but that didn't save me any embarrassment.
"Of course Mrs. Z, it happens to all of us." She gave me a friendly smile and walked out of my classroom.
My day hit its lowest point though, the next hour. I was at my desk, grading some tests and overheard a couple boys talking in what they thought were whispers.
"Hey man, did Chase tell you about Mrs. Z?"
"No? What about her?" the other boy had responded.
"So Hannah asked her to come check something on her test so Mrs. Z does right? And she gets down next to the desk and Chase looks up and Mrs. Z's got this bright pink thong on! And it's like full on out where he can see it!"
"No way dude, Chase is just making that up!"
"That's what he told me man! And no he's not cause Tom said the same thing and he has her a different hour!"
I was absolutely mortified. What a disaster today had been. For the last remaining bit of school, I did my best just to keep my back from facing my students in an effort to preserve any last shred of dignity I still had. Likely, disappointing all of the boys that heard to look for Mrs. Z's thong.
Needing to blow off steam and embarrassment after school I went to the gym and pushed myself through my weight lifting routine even harder than usual. Reflecting on the events of the day in the shower I groaned loudly, both from my chagrin and from the fatigue and soreness in my muscles.
The shower water was baptism of sorts and when I got out and started toweling off the unease of the day felt like it had washed away.
I examined myself in the mirror as I dried off. I am fairly short, only about 5'3". My long dark brown hair was slicked back from the water, but it usually hung with natural curls. I cupped my 32DD breasts up, turning side to side to see if I could find the angle that made me slimmest.
I am definitely on the thicker side, about 140 lbs, but luckily I carry most of that weight in my large bosom and impressive rear end. I keep my waist and stomach fairly toned with a regular workout routine and attempts to eat healthy. I kept turning in the mirror, admiring my curves and I smiled at myself.
My large ass was a particular point of pride. I had always had a big butt, however I had committed to weightlifting to tone it and even grow it in recent years. It still had a nice jiggle to it, but there was definitely muscle underneath keeping it from sagging down.
I feared someday my large breasts would fall victim to gravity, but for now they still stood out pertly from my chest. I was proud of my figure and I often chose clothes to show it off, a fact that didn't upset my husband at all.
Smiling to myself, I wrapped up in a towel and exited the bathroom. I was halfheartedly digging through my closet for something to wear when I heard my husband, Matt, enter the room.
"Hey Cassi, how was your day?" he asked with a kiss to my cheek.
I groaned and turned to see Matt sitting on the bed removing his shoes. Matt is rather average looking. He stands about 5'10", with clothes on he looks fairly in-shape, but naked you can tell he could probably stand to lose a few. He keeps his dark brown hair cut short and his face clean-shaven.
None of that was why I married him though. He is a kind and thoughtful man and he has a pretty good sense of humor. He is very reliable and I know I can trust him. A trait that, unfortunately I don't share.
Not too long ago I cheated on Matt with an incredibly well endowed, old high school crush. It was a one-time thing and I've managed to keep Matt from finding out, but the guilt has weighed on me like a load of bricks.
I've tried to assuage that guilt by being extra quick to take the initiative in the bedroom lately. Something, Matt hasn't complained about at all.
I flopped onto the bed facedown next to Matt and heard him chuckle. I felt my husband's fingers caress my head and I moaned in appreciation. "Want to talk about it?" he asked me gently.
I turned my head towards him and saw him leaning down next to me. My eyes were about even with his crotch and I couldn't see his face, which was for the best since I was so embarrassed by what happened at the school today.
I told him about my disaster of a day and a very curious thing happened. As I was sharing overhearing the boys talk about my thong, I noticed a stirring in Matt's pants. "Is he getting turned on?" I wondered to myself.
I finished my sad tale and rolled over so I could see Matt's face. Partly, because by talking about my embarrassment aloud I could start to see the humor in it. Also, because I wanted to see if Matt's face betrayed him like his now rock hard cock.
Matt looked down at me and I could see the desire in his eyes and a twinkle of amusement. He leaned down and kissed me softly. "I'm sorry baby. I'm sure the kids appreciated the show though," he gave me a wink.
I punched him in the chest in mock anger and he laughed at me. He grabbed for me trying to pull me into a hug, but I resisted.
"Stop Matt! You're in the doghouse now buddy!" I said laughingly to him. He had his arms wrapped around me from behind and one was cupping my breast as my towel had been torn from me in our roughhousing.
Matt nuzzled into my neck and I could feel his hard cock poking against my ass. "Well, how could I make it up to you?" he questioned.
I was getting excited with Matt's hands all over me. Although, I was a little curious why it had turned him on so much, the fact that his cock was stiff as a board after my story was turning me on as well.
I pushed my ass back into him, grinding against his hard penis. "I think I know a way," I said seductively. I heard Matt undoing his belt behind me and before I could even turn around to kiss him I felt his cock pushing at my opening.
Matt ran his hard cock along my pussy lips and my desire only heightened. I pushed back against him trying to get him to push his cock inside of me. He finally relented and we moaned in unison as he slid his full length inside of me.
Matt's cock was fairly average, probably about 5 inches long. It was thinner than most of the cocks I had seen or been with. It still felt good when he fucked me, especially if we chose the right positions.
From behind it felt like he could reach a little deeper which I enjoy, and if I get on top of him I can usually get off by grinding my clit against him.
Matt makes up for what he lacks downstairs with his talented tongue. Just thinking about him going down on me boosted my pleasure as Matt started to slide his cock in and out of my wet pussy. I moaned as he steadily increased his pace. I knew I wasn't going to cum with him fucking me like this, but it still felt really good.
I felt Matt roll me over and now I was face down in our bed and he was grabbing my hips. He had built up pace and was slamming into me with enthusiasm.
His cock was as hard as I could remember. I was panting for breath, between the pleasure I was feeling between my legs and the lack of oxygen I was getting with blankets stuffed in my mouth.
I knew at this rate Matt wasn't going to last long and I was right. His pace quickened even more and I could tell he was close.
"Fuck, Cass, I'm gonna cum," he grunted from behind me.
"Yes, do it baby," I managed. Matt gave me one more big thrust and I felt his cum squirting inside of me. I sighed inwardly. I guess I was going to have to get myself off now; Matt didn't like eating me out after cumming in my pussy.
