Hello. My name is Larry, and you'll know by the end of this story that I'm a cuckold.
My wife is a school teacher, and I'm an accountant for a major employer. We had known each other since 3rd grade. We dated in high school, and we started fucking after we were both over 18 senior year. Well, since Rebecca's senior year. Beck's had a little trouble with 5th grade and had to do it twice.
After a year of "fuck me when you can," Becks moved in with me to begin her first semester at college. That began a morning and night fuck every day and no limits on weekends and vacations.
My wife doesn't dress to show, but underneath few women can match her charms. She's a little slow on the uptake sometimes, but fucks like a mink.
After a couple of years of teaching elementary school students, she decided she definitely didn't want any kids of her own. That was fine with me. I'm a little selfish for myself. With some people, they think kids can fuck up a marriage. We decided that we were some of those people.
Five years later we had slowed down the sex but fucked every night, still catching a few mornings. Once the clothes came off my dowdy-dressing schoolteacher, my dick would rise up hot or cold, rain or shine.
Then, in late summer, school was going again. I had gotten into my car and forgotten my phone charger. After a quick look around the seat, I go back into the house. It couldn't have been two minutes. There was my wife, bare ass against the kitchen table, skirt above her waist, panties to her ankles, knees bowed apart, two fingers in her cunt pounding into it like crazy.
Her eyes were shut tight with a most extreme expression on her face. The words, "Honey, I forgot my phone charger," were stuck forever in my throat.
With her having no idea I was back in the kitchen, or even in existence for that matter, I moved to about five feet in front of her to enjoy the show. Her fingers were almost a blur as she hammered them to full depth only to pull them out to mangle her clit for a few seconds and then back to disappearing up her cunt.
She started shaking and making guttural noises. Then it was a pained moan as her orgasm hit her, and the moan almost turned to a scream. Her body gave three or four hard jerks as it seemed she wanted her whole hand inside herself.
Her scream turned real as her orgasm completely controlled her. Still shaking heavily, she opened her eyes and screamed again.
"Oh, my God! I thought you were gone!"
"Obviously."
She pulled the fingers from her sopping cunt while still trembling from her massive orgasm. Her own juices were starting to run down the insides of her thighs. She watched my face as she worried about what I would say. I had no idea she would even think of finger-fucking herself. I was watching her flooding cunt lips.
"Here, let me get that for you."
She remained in position on the table as I licked her girl juices from her thighs and worked my tongue up into her slit. There was a steady flow for about a minute. I backed off. She continued her pose, knees apart, cunt open.
"Oh, God! I'm sorry. I needed a little touch-up to get myself off to school."
"Maybe that will hold you until lunch." I grinned.
Suddenly she kicked off her shoes from her feet and her panties from her ankles.
"Oh, shit! You've got to fuck me, please!"
I had a load in her in less than two minutes, and she responded with another orgasm. I looked at my cum starting to seep from her pussy.
"Don't worry. My panties will catch it. If not, I'll just take them off." She smiled seductively. "See you tonight."
As an accountant, people expect you to be on time. I was usually ten minutes early. By risking a ticket, I still had a minute to spare.
The first fifteen minutes I rehashed my wife doing herself that morning. Then reasoned that I probably hadn't caught her doing it for the first time. I was so hard I was the one needing fucked.
I realized my chief assistant, Sherry, was at my desk asking me a question, shaking me from my self-induced trance. Sherry has some flash to herself, maybe just compared to my dowdy Rebecca. But her ass looked rounder, her waist more trim, and her boobs bigger. Her smile always suggested I could fuck her if I wanted.
I wondered how she'd feel if I fucked her on the floor beside my desk.
By lunch I felt I'd make it through the day. I went to the little place across the street for a sandwich and some fries. Becks usually ate in the school cafeteria with her class.
That day was different in more ways than one. As I was munching on some fries, I got a text from my wife with a video. In a view from under her desk, I could see her skirt up, legs open, no panties, and a spread-open cunt. Her fingers were flying to rub one out. I could see her hips rise to get the best angle for more penetration. She was making more sounds than she expected as the sound played with the video.
Then she jerked, and I could tell she had made herself cum. After a few seconds there was a man's voice.
"Everything okay in there, Rebecca?"
"Uh, yeah. Everything is fine."
"Okay, if you ever need anything, my offer still stands." Then he laughed and could hear laughing as he walked away.
The whole thing had a stunning effect on me as I spit fries and soda across the table. I sent a text back.
"What the fuck, Becks?"
"My pussy can't get enough for some reason."
"We can work on that. Who was the man?"
"Oh, that was Miller. He's always sniffing around, making sexual comments. Trying to get into my panties."
"It sounds like we have a lot to talk about."
"Enjoy the video." I could hear the smile in her voice.
I watched the video several times. When Sherry would come into my sight, fucking her on the floor seemed like a good idea.
When I arrived home, Becks had a really nice meal prepared. I got a really good kiss. Next I got a really good version of a schoolteacher doing a provocative striptease.
I nodded toward her pussy. "Did you need to...?" I was hinting about her solo work.
"Not now. I started diddling myself at a traffic light and finished up when I got home."
"Sweetheart, do we need to do it more often?" I was concerned I wasn't enough for her.
"No, I like us to take our time when we make love. I can get myself off in like five minutes. You've seen that. Don't tell me you don't like to watch."
"Who wouldn't? You're so fucking sexy under your clothes!"
"Well, I think Miller would love to see me in all my glory."
"Tell me that you aren't falling for his shit."
"No, but I think Megan and Haley have on a regular basis."
"Oh, God. The people teaching your second graders fucking each other."
"You know, I think I'll stick with what I've got. Your appetizer is starting to run down my thighs."
Becks backed onto the table and spread herself lewdly open.
I dropped to my knees and began to clean her juices. Not only were they running down her thighs, but a clear glob of girl cum was lowering several inches directly below her slit. I lowered my face to the bottom of the stream coming from her very center, then, as my lips hit her cunt, I licked across to clean both thighs. Becks moaned and swiveled her hips in appreciation. My tongue dug into her cunt for depth and came back to tease her clit.
I focused on her clit for several minutes. The juices flowed heavily before I turned my attention to her again-soaked pussy. Right as I sucked one of her cunt lips into my mouth, her moans became a scream. Her hips bounced, her body jerked, and she came on my face and went completely limp. I kept my tongue working and swallowed more of her cum than I could ever put in her myself.
