I am high school teacher at a large suburban school. I do not need to tell you that many of the teachers I work with could easily be classified as nerdy, especially many of the women. The school breaks its faculty up by department similarities, and since I teach history, my department shares a faculty office with the English department.
Most of the English teachers are women, but only a few are remotely attractive. However, few of the women are not only cute, but have massive tits. Adding to the pleasure for the guys, especially the group of us that would not be considered nerdy, the three girls love to flirt, even though they each are married.
The one that was the object of most of my attention, and the rest of the guys admired her also, was the short little blonde, Christy. She was only about five-foot-two-inches and maybe weighed 100 pounds. Her hair was cut in a gorgeous little bob. When she wore a skirt, it revealed very thin, but toned legs. Her sleeveless shirts revealed the same thing about her arms. In fact her entire frame was petite and in great shape. The only thing not small on her were her tits, which had to be at least a d-cup.
Christy knew the guys admired her, and she flirted a little, but she was much more reserved than the other cute girls. In fact, the other girls often engaged in a little office play with some of the guys, but Christy never seemed to have any office hookup rumors surrounding her.
Last semester, I shared my prep hour with her and we often found ourselves talking about anything and everything. Toward the end of the semester and right before Christmas, our discussions centered on sex. We talked about everything: how much we had with our spouses, biggest turn-ons, and other things.
When the topic of group sex came up, I told her my wife and I had at one time had many group encounters and that my wife was, at one time, was a sex goddess. I told her how much I had enjoyed it, but my wife had decided the group thing was not for her. This I told her, however, did not really stop me from seeking out sex with other women. A few times, when my wife went out of town, I had sex with other women without my wife’s knowledge.
After telling Christy this, I could not wait for her reply. She told me she had only fantasized about having a group encounter, but, while she and her husband had discussed group sex, he did not seem into actually doing it.
That was the last real conversation we had last semester. Soon after, the semester ended, and then we had different conference hours this semester. We resumed our normal flirting as if we just like everyone else in our little group in the department center.
Then, toward the end of February, Christy pulled me aside privately and asked me when the next time my wife was going to be out of town. As luck would have it, I told Christy she would be out of town the first weekend in March and asked why she wanted to know. What she told me shocked me and instantly got me excited.
Christy explained that she had surprised her husband, Kevin, with another woman for a threesome on Valentine’s Day. She explained that Kevin was in heaven for the entire evening, and Christy said it was more erotic than she could have ever imagined watching her husband fuck another woman. Now, she explained further, it was Kevin’s turn to watch her fuck another man and that she wanted that other man to be me.
It took me all of about one second to tell her yes. It took another second for me to get hard. She obviously noticed because her eyes became fixed on my crotch. She just smiled and told me that I had to wait, but as she left, she gave my hard cock a little squeeze.
The next week was the longest of my life. I was so excited to get the opportunity to fuck my hot coworker, but I also had to try to be as normal as possible around her. In addition, I was more than a little anxious about how Kevin would be during this encounter. In all my other group experiences, as I was fucking someone’s wife, my wife was fucking her husband. In that arrangement, no one was watching and getting jealous.
As the time got closer, I began to wish that they had invited my wife also, but she would not have gone, and there was no way I could tell her what I was planning on doing while she was gone.
That Friday, Christy gave me a little note with directions to their house and to be there around 7. Of everything I have ever done in my life, I was never more nervous than I was driving to their house. I was at once excited to get to fuck Christy, and deathly afraid of Kevin’s reaction to all of this.
Racing through my mind was thoughts of him getting jealous and killing all of us. Of course, I knew that was ridiculous, but my paranoia was on the verge of having me call them to cancel and just turn around and go home.
I got to their house right on time and somehow managed the nerve to go to the door and ring the bell. Kevin answered the door, and I instantly noticed he was as uneasy and nervous as I was. This did not help my nerves at all. He invited me in and asked if I wanted a drink. I told him I would have a beer, while at the same time I was unconsciously sizing him up. He was about the same size as me, but I knew if he went into a jealous rage, then I would have no chance.
I followed him into the kitchen, where he gave me a beer. It tasted very good since there was absolutely no saliva in my mouth. He told me Christy was still upstairs getting ready and that he was fine with what was going to happen. However, his voice was unsteady and it was obvious his nervousness was matching my own.
For the next 15 or so minutes, we drank a few beers very quickly and forced some uneasy small talk. Finally the main star of the evening arrived from upstairs. When Christy showed up in the kitchen, I could not take my eyes off of her. She was wearing a grey silk bathrobe that stopped very high on her thigh. It was loosely tied off at her waist forming a v that exposed the flesh between her tits. The only things really covered by the robe were her actual tits, ass and pussy.
She was also the only one in the room that seemed relaxed about the upcoming evening and soon had the proceeding moving to the living. Completely in charge, she told me to sit on the chair in the middle of the room and for her husband to have a seat on the couch to my left.
After I took my seat, she got a small piece of fabric off the coffee table and moved behind me. She grabbed my arms and pulled them behind the chair where she bound my wrists together. Now, I was almost overwhelmed with nerves, because if he went into a jealous rage, I could do nothing to defend myself.
When she went over to the stereo to turn it on, I peaked over at Kevin and he was just sitting there with what seemed to be a blank stare. My pulse was racing and my nerves were keeping my cock from becoming erect. I could feel it was completely limp.
After she turned on the stereo, she slowly walked over to me so I could get a good look at her. She straddled my lap and kissed me, forcing her tongue half way down my throat. The kiss seemed to ease my nerves some and began to get some movement for me going down below.
Soon she was kissing my ears and neck, while slowly grinding her hips into mine. She pulled back and pulled my shirt over my head, which actually bound me more when she pulled it down my arms. She then began to kiss my chest. As she did so, she slid to her knees and began kissing down my navel, while she was removing my shoes and socks.
I could feel my cock becoming excited, but it was soon halted when I looked over at her husband who seemed to have the same blank stare on his face as he watched us.
Christy, however, was oblivious to her husband as she unbuckled my jeans and slid them off me, leaving me only in my navy blue string bikini underwear, which was covering a cock that was probably only one-quarter erect, despite the obvious sexuality occurring in the living room.
Being exposed, except for my underwear, seemed to weigh on my nerves even more, because, while I knew Christy was into this and wanting to fuck me, I still could not get a read on her husband, and we were getting closer to the time where he may not handle the situation well.
Christy brought my wandering mind back to her when she stood up in front of me and removed her robe. For four years, I had dreamed of seeing her tits, and now they were exposed right in front of me. Her tits were every bit of a d-cup, and yet still were very firm, obviously due to her working out. Her nipples were a deep purple and also very large, and at the moment, very erect. My eyes worked down to her stomach, which was very firm and petite and complimented by a ruby red belly button piercing. A very small black thong string bikini was all that covered her. It was so small it only covered her pussy, but it drew attention to her pussy because the panty had a small letter c right in the middle of the fabric.
She returned to my lap and kissed me some more. Soon she was force feeding her tits into my mouth. I could feel myself becoming more hard when she was grinding into my hips, but it would be a lie to say more nerves had relaxed. She again slid to her knees and in the same action pulled my underwear down to the floor. Now I was completely naked, sporting about a half erection. I may have been able to get myself harder by stroking my cock, but my wrists were still bound.
