My name is Mary and I'm a schoolteacher and I've been married to my husband Ed for the last 20 years and things had gotten a little stale. I started going out Friday night after work with some other coworkers to a local bar, where I also met teachers from other schools. One teacher in particular John was tall, fit, funny and very good looking. From the moment I met him there was a spark between us and he was very flirty. John made me feel like I used to feel with my husband before we got married.
Nothing happened at first it was always a large group of teachers laughing and drinking but he would sit right next to me each Friday. After a few Fridays, he put his hand on my leg just below the edge of my skirt as he talked to me, which got me wet, and I went home and fucked my husband like I hadn't in years. As I rode Ed's cock he came to soon as usual, before id even gotten close to an orgasm. He mumbled sorry and rolled over and went to bed, leaving me with a messy wet pussy and still horny as hell. I went and grabbed a glass of wine, my ipad and headed to the spare bedroom to hopefully finish myself off.
As I laid in that bed rubbing my clit, I searched for John on Facebook and found him. I scrolled through the pictures on his account and found several of him in nothing but a bathing suit dripping wet, his chiseled body all tan and I started to feverishly rub myself. Within a few minutes I started thrashing as a huge orgasm hit me, bigger than I'd had in years. When finished, I noticed that a message had come in on facebook and opened it. It was from John, he must have noticed I was online.
"I had fun tonight at the bar I think you did too. I hope I wasn't too forward with my hand on your leg but I just wanted to feel your skin against mine. I would like to have the chance to meet alone with you and not with all the other teachers but if you don't want to, I'll understand. I'll be at "the Speakeasy bar" Saturday night after 9pm if you can sneak away. Hoping to hear from you. Goodnight."
I didn't know how to respond to the message and just stared at it and the picture of John at the top of the message. Just the thought of John got my juices going again and I started rubbing my clit and sliding fingers into my messy slit. I started fingerfucking myself imagining it was John's fingers in me and then I brought them to my mouth and licked them clean. I could not get enough of the taste of cum from Ed mixed with my own juices and worked myself into another huge orgasm. I was left shaking on the bed for some time, until I calmed down, but my heart was still beating like a jackhammer. I closed the message and slipped back into bed next to my snoring husband, my mind racing as I tried to sleep.
The next morning, I found Ed sitting at the kitchen table drinking a hot cup of coffee with a big smile on his face. He joked "You should go out Saturday night too if it meant I got sex like that when you got home.". If he only knew why I had come home that way he would never suggest that. I fixed myself a coffee as I was thinking about what he said and what John had messaged me last night. I sat down at the table with Ed, took a long sip of coffee and then said, "Funny you should say that I was invited to go out tonight but wanted to ask you first if that was OK.". I went back to sipping my coffee leaving the ball in his court. If he said yes, I would be most likely breaking my wedding vows tonight, but if he said no then another boring Saturday with Ed. It felt like forever, but it was only seconds for him to respond.
"You should go; there's a game I want to watch on tonight on TV anyway." He responded.
When he said that, I got butterflies thinking about John and meeting him and my mind started racing. Until I was brought down to earth by his next statement.
"Who also is going and where?" He asked as he took another sip, oblivious that he was about to be lied to.
"Going to the movies with a few of the girls from work probably, then we plan to grab some drinks after so it will be a late night. You don't need to wait up, if I drink too much I'll crash at Jen's and drive home in the morning." I said as naturally as I could, as I spun my fantastic lie.
"Sounds like fun. Let me know if you will be crashing at Jen's so I don't worry." He said as he went back to reading the daily sports section on his tablet, his attention gone from me.
I retreated up to my room my heart beating as I grab my tablet and sent a message to John that I would be meeting him later tonight. I then texted my friend Jen who always had my back and told her she was going to be my cover story that night that we went to the movies and then drinks after if Ed asked. When Jen got back to me, she just said "I want all the details when we talk on Monday at work". John also got back to me with a simple "looking forward to it, hope you wear something sexy" with a winking emoji. There was no backing out now and the only thing left unknown now was how far I was going to go with John tonight.
I started going through my clothes looking for what I would wear and none of my lingerie was sexy enough or new, so I decided to go on a shopping trip Victoria Secrets. I bought a very sexy set of matching bra and panties, as well as some sexy perfume to wear. I knew I couldn't wear anything real sexy over the new lingerie or Ed might be suspicious. Since I'd been working out and doing yoga, I had form fitting yoga clothes I could wear, which would get John's dick hard, I hoped.
As the day turned to night Ed seemed oblivious to me as I got ready to go out. When I tried on the lingerie, I could see the stray hairs everywhere and knew that I'd have to shave before my date. I got into the shower lathered up and with my razor I removed all the hair away from my pussy leaving it totally exposed and sensitive. I ran my hand over my smooth and sensitive skin causing me to get goosebumps. I felt so sexy and ready to fuck John tonight. I wasn't sure how I'd feel in the morning, but nothing was going to stop me tonight.
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I drove myself to "The Speakeasy" bar, which was no where near where I lived, and it took me over a half hour to get there. It was safe to say no one would know me in the bar, as I'd never heard of it before, and it was literally two towns over. John must have thought of this when he asked me, knowing I might chicken out if it was a more local and well know bar.