[AN AFTERNOON IN JUNE:]
Roger stroked in and out gently, running his hands over Melissa's beautiful body. He couldn't get enough of touching her—her skin was so perfect, her breasts and legs and ass were all so firm. "Nothing like a 25-year old body," he thought to himself.
This was their second time making love that afternoon. It was nearly always the same when they got together: the first time they coupled energetically, almost frantically. Roger was always extremely excited to see Melissa as her slim body emerged from her clothes, and she responded with wonderful eagerness to him. Usually they fell into one another's arms and fucked hard in the missionary position, or sometimes doggy-style.
Then they had some delicious recovery time together, snuggling, stroking each other, murmuring affectionately. And after 45 minutes or so—sometimes sooner if Melissa used her mouth to get him going again—Roger was ready for seconds.
She was lying on her back now, with Roger on his right side and at right angles to her, firmly plugged into her pussy, her legs spread and lying over his body. In this position they could smile at one another, and if he leaned forward they could kiss. Better still, his hands were free to caress her beautiful firm breasts, or slide down and tease her clit as they fucked.
Roger had never known a woman whose approaching climax was so evident: Melissa always began to tremble and groan, and then her trembling grew more violent in the last few seconds before her orgasm. He sometimes slowed down a little to tease her, to draw out those last few seconds, until she grabbed him and cried out, "do it!", and they rushed together to their conclusion.
This was the sixth time they'd been together, and each time had been better and better. Roger didn't know for sure why Melissa wanted to be with him, a man 14 years older; but he thanked the Gods for her beauty and her eager willingness.
He bent forward to suckle her left breast, at the same time beginning a circular caressing of her clit. After no more than a minute of the increased stimulation Melissa began to tremble, and he heard her moan. Roger gradually accelerated his strokes, while maintaining his attention to her breast and clit, until she spasmed ecstatically, crying out and twisting her hips around. Unable to hold back, Roger plunged into her clasping cunt a few more times and shouted out the joy of his own climax.
As they lay together, catching their breath, smiling at one another, Roger reached for her hand. They interlaced fingers and gently squeezed.
Just then Roger heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Before he could do more than turn his head towards the bedroom door, it was flung open and he saw the shocked, staring face of his wife.
"What the...? Roger, you... you BASTARD!" Kathy screeched.
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[SIX YEARS EARLIER:]
Whenever Kathy thought about it later, whenever she tried to deal with her guilt, she remembered it as a combination of several things one after another—a kind of "Perfect Storm". Somehow that made it easier to forgive herself, to live with what she was doing.
The first factor had been the "Seven-Year Itch," though for Kathy it came in Year 9 of their marriage. She and Roger had met while she was an undergrad at Indiana University and he was a grad student. They married after about a year of dating, a month after her graduation and just a week before her 22nd birthday.
Two years later Roger had finished his Ph.D. and been hired at Notre Dame. They'd lived happily in South Bend ever since. In just seven years Roger had published two books and a number of important articles, and everyone expected him to become the youngest full professor in the history of his department.
Kathy got her M.A. in counseling and found a rewarding job as a guidance counselor at Riley High School in South Bend. She loved her work, loved her husband, loved their life. They had no children: because of a congenital deformity Kathy could not safely bear children, so she had to take birth-control pills to prevent a pregnancy. But this mattered surprisingly little to her and Roger. They loved one another and were happy in each other's company. They had 4 nieces and nephews whom they saw at holidays, and they found that that was enough child-contact to suit them both.
So things were great—weren't they?
At 30 Kathy started to find herself growing restless, above all sexually. She and Roger had an active and satisfying sex life, in her opinion. They made love several times a week, and they were reasonably spontaneous and experimental. No kinky stuff like bondage—but they were happy to try different positions, different rooms of the house. Roger was a bit more conventional, maybe a little more uptight than Kathy was, but they did pretty well.
But that year she found her mind wandering. She had more and more sexy dreams, most of them involving men other than Roger—men she'd seen on the street, the husband of a friend, or, most often, faceless men with big cocks who took her forcefully and made her scream with pleasure.
It got bad enough that she ventured to mention it over lunch one day to Teresa, a fellow guidance counselor and her best friend. To her surprise and relief Teresa didn't laugh at her—instead she nodded and said, "believe me, honey, I know just what you mean. About two years ago I had the same thing—thought I was gonna go crazy!"
Kathy was fascinated. "What did you do about it?"
Teresa giggled. "I just suffered for a couple of months. I even began to fantasize about another man, you know? But Hank would have absolutely killed me, and I just wasn't prepared to risk my marriage.
"So I did two things. First, I bought a vibrator." She laughed. "I had some lovely afternoons with that thing, believe me!
"Seriously, it really helped, for a while. And then I sat down with Hank and talked to him about it."
Teresa saw the shock on Kathy's face and laughed. "I didn't say, 'baby, I want to screw someone else'. I said, 'honey, I seem to be going through a horny phase right now—how would you feel about our doing a little experimenting?'
"Needless to say Hank didn't see anything wrong with that idea! We talked about fantasies, about things we'd never tried but would like to, and for several months we had a hell of a lot of fun.
"Thank goodness he and I can talk about that stuff, Kathy. It eventually slowed down, got back into the typical marital rut, but we played some games and tried new things and it was just what I needed."
Kathy looked thoughtful. "I'm not sure I could do that with Roger. We have a lot of fun together, but I'm afraid my...fantasies might threaten him a little. Especially—"
She leaned forward and said quietly, "I've been having dreams about men who are, let's just say, 'very large'." She giggled. "And I don't think that Roger would deal with that all that well."
Teresa said, "you never know, Kath. As long as it's just fantasy and play-acting, he might be really into it. But you know Roger much better than I do. If it seems dangerous, you might just go the vibrator route. I can recommend them highly!"
Both women laughed loud and long—enough for other patrons of the restaurant to glance over with a smile, wondering what the joke was.
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Kathy promised herself that she'd think seriously about talking with Roger, and seeing what they might do to liven up their sex life. But just a week later came the bomb threat. That September there were 17 bomb-scares in the South Bend public schools, and in one case a bomb had actually gone off, injuring three students. So everyone was very much on edge. The Superintendent had issued a clear order: for any future threat, the school was to be emptied within three minutes, no exceptions.
When the call came Kathy was sent down to the locker rooms to make sure all the kids who had P.E. that period got safely out. She quickly found the two female instructors, who were already on top of the situation—but for some reason the two male instructors were nowhere to be found. (It later turned out one was on the phone in his office, and the other had sneaked out for a cigarette; he got suspended without pay for a week.)
In desperation, and truly not knowing what else to do, Kathy ran into the boys' locker room, yelling "there's a bomb threat—you've got to get out! Grab your clothes and get out of the building."
Not surprisingly, the boys weren't expecting an attractive female guidance counselor, and they looked at her in shock before following her instructions and hurriedly jumping into their clothes. Kathy was embarrassed and apologetic—but not so shaken that she failed to notice a number of extremely well-built, and totally naked, 18-year old seniors. She got to look at more cocks in person that day than she had ever seen in her life (which was three: her younger brother when he was a kid, her first college boyfriend, and Roger).
At the time, Kathy was all business. She kept shouting, got the kids out the door, searched the locker room to make sure no one was left behind, and then went outside to her own assigned position. (It turned out the bomb threat was a false one.)
Afterwards, though, she spent hours replaying every moment of the scene. The bare, mostly hairless chests; the lean bodies of the boys on the swim team, and the stockier ones of some of the football players; and the cocks. Circumcised and not, big and small, fat and thin, some hidden in bushes of pubic hair, others swinging proudly. In her mind she wished she'd had an hour in there! She'd have studied them all, held them, tasted them... Oh God, had she really thought that?
She was unbelievably aroused—and alarmed. At home she masturbated frantically almost every day for a week, and pleased her surprised husband by jumping him on a couple of days as soon as he walked in the door. She planned to buy a vibrator the next time she could get to a sex-toy store safely out of town somewhere.
After ten days or so she started to relax again, as the wild fantasies eased their grip on her a bit. Except for Tom Bjornsen. She knew him already—her job was to work with the brightest Riley students, the top college-bound ones, and help prepare them for SATs and AP tests. Bjornsen was a senior, the third-ranked student in the class, and undoubtedly headed for an Ivy League school or the University of Michigan.
He was also a tight end on the football team, tall and muscular and very well-built. And, it turned out, the possessor of the largest penis Kathy had ever seen outside of a porn video (she and Roger had rented one a couple of times). Kathy simply couldn't get it, and him, out of her mind.
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Kathy's fantasies were still just that—fantasies—until something else happened. Teresa came back from a statewide meeting of the Guidance Counselors' Association with a scandalous story, and she couldn't wait to tell Kathy.
