This story includes details of wife sharing/cuckoldry, so please don't read it if that bothers you.
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Susan Davies blushed much more readily than she would have liked, but on this occasion she had good reason to. She was reaching under her short PE skirt and pulling her knickers down while the Head Teacher watched appreciatively.
She felt absurdly like a figure in a naughty schoolgirl scenario, but she was a married woman, twenty-seven years old and a Physical Education teacher at Shirewood High School.
Three months ago she had become the Head Teacher's lover. She could have claimed that she had been coerced into doing it, but in truth Susan had been quite happy to give herself to Martyn Wilcox, despite the fact that he was twice her age.
It's often said that women are attracted to powerful men and as Head Teacher Martyn was the most powerful man at Shirewood High School. But it wasn't the job title which had attracted her; there was something about him, a strong physical presence, which her husband conspicuously lacked.
Now she leaned back against the desk and Martyn's cool blue eyes held hers as he moved in. It was four thirty on an afternoon. The school was quiet, the office blinds were drawn and the door was locked. She parted her legs and his hand slid between her thighs.
His fingertips gently explored her pussy lips. Her moist arousal signalled her readiness and Martyn slid a finger deep inside her and was rewarded with a gasp of acceptance from Susan. Feeling her cunt was rewarding, but Martyn wanted more.
"Lie back across the desk."
Susan hesitated, thought about asking what he had in mind, but realised it was a pointless question. She pushed a couple of items to one side and lay back across the desk. Martyn slid his hands up the outside of her thighs, pushing her skirt upwards till it was bunched round her waist. Her sparse blonde pubic hairs came into view and Martyn felt his cock stiffen further.
Pushing her legs apart he fell to his knees and his tongue delved into her crease. He loved the taste of her and the way she responded when he went down on her. He found her clitoris and began to tease it. Immediately Susan shuddered and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him further into her. Martyn continued his attentions and within seconds Susan's breathing became more laboured and a series of intensely female gasps came from her lips. It was the most erotic sound Martyn had heard and he gripped her thighs in anticipation. The waves of orgasm swept across Susan and she shuddered against him, unable to cry out because of where they were.
As the waves subsided Martyn hurriedly unzipped his trousers. Standing up he took hold of Susan's ankles and placed them against his right shoulder. With her legs together penetration might have been difficult, but she was so wet that he had no problem sliding his cock into her velvety wetness.
The position, combined with her naturally tight cunt, meant that his cock was gripped in a vice-like manner and he realised that he wouldn't last long. There was no reason to hold back, especially given the risk they were taking having sex in his office, so it was probably better if he came quickly. He redoubled his thrusting and then gave that final extra deep thrust and surrendered himself to the sensations as he blasted jet after jet of hot sperm deep into Susan's willing cunt.
They stayed almost motionless for a while, and then Martyn's prick slid out of its own accord. A flow of sperm trickled from Susan's cunt. Martyn smiled - he thought he had released a heavy load. Susan asked for a tissue and cleaned herself up.
"I'd better go - we're taking a risk meeting like this."
"Yes, but it was good wasn't it."
Susan smiled at him.
"Yes it was nice." She kissed him quickly. "Text me. That is if you want to meet again." She smiled as she said this. She knew he wanted more - and he knew that she knew.
"Oh yes I want to meet again," he said softly. How could he not want to see her again? He was fifty-four, divorced, past his prime. She was twenty-seven, blonde, good looking.
He unlocked the door and without looking back she went out along the short corridor, through the reception area, out of the main doors and headed to the car park.
Fortunately no one was around, or so she thought. Tony Hardcastle watched her from the Reception Office, in fact he almost shouted hello, but for some reason he held back. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something about her bearing that was different. The way she had walked - eyes down, but wary - was odd for a teacher finishing their working day.
He returned to searching for that missing file, but a minute later there was the sound of a door closing, then footsteps and Martyn Wilcox went through reception with a relaxed, almost complacent smile on his face.
Our glorious leader looks happy with himself, thought Tony. Nevertheless he had to admit to having a certain grudging respect for Martyn Wilcox; like him or dislike him it was an undeniable fact that he was good at his job.
Those thoughts were running idly through his mind, when suddenly the penny dropped - Martyn Wilcox and Susan Davies were having an affair!
He froze and went through it again in his mind. Really there was nothing to go on, just the body language of two people - hardly conclusive evidence. But he was confident that he was right. The randy old goat he chuckled. Martyn Wilcox had gone up a notch in his estimation; he'd done well bedding an attractive young woman like Susan. Did her husband Simon know? The fact that Simon was also a teacher at the school added an extra spice to the mix.
Tony was thoroughly intrigued - he was going to keep an eye on those two and see whether his suspicions were correct. Smiling quietly he returned to looking for that missing file.
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Susan pulled the back door shut and entered the kitchen. Simon was probably in the dining room, he often chose this time to mark pupils homework and the dining room table gave him a bit of room to spread out. She shouted hello and went through.
Simon looked up from his work.
"Netball practise?"
"No, I've been with Martyn."
"With Martyn?" It was a pointless question, so Susan didn't reply. There was a long pause and it was Simon who cracked first.
"Did he...?"
In reply Susan took his hand and guided it up her skirt. She may have wiped herself with a tissue earlier, but walking across the car park more of her lover's sperm had leaked out.
Simon felt between her legs. Her knickers weren't damp, they were soaking. He slipped his hand inside her knickers and began to finger her cunt, but Susan pushed his hand away.
"Not now. I need a shower. If you're good I'll tell you more later."
She turned and left the room and seconds later was enjoying the jets of hot water spraying across her. She was amused, but slightly puzzled, by her new role, or roles. With Martyn she was submissive - he called the shots and she didn't argue. With Simon it was the other way round - she was dominant and he had to accept that he was left with the scraps from her relationship with Martyn. In fact he seemed to thrive on it, becoming uncontrollably excited when she described her love making sessions with Martyn.
Tonight would be exactly the same. They would undress and get into bed without any hint of desire or longing, but once they were in bed Susan would take the initiative. She would move close to him and quietly ask if he wanted to hear what had happened earlier. Of course Simon would say yes and Susan would reach out and touch his already stiff cock. She then described how Martyn Wilcox had gone down on her. She straddled Simon, guided his cock into her cunt and described how a few hours earlier Martyn's cock had been in there.
"He fucked my cunt you know Simon. He pushed his big cock right inside me and gave me a good fucking. It was so hard, and so big, and so nice. Does it turn you on that he fucked me?"
"Yes, yes, it does."
"That's lucky for me isn't it. Well I guess you had better come. Go on Simon, come inside your wife just like Martyn did, pump your sperm into her two-timing cunt."
