Once Grant had gone, I slowly got up wondering how my husband was going to react to the fact I had let him fuck me bareback and cum inside me.
Getting dressed I tried to understand my motives for doing what I had done but no matter which way I considered it I didn't come to any real conclusions. All I could put it down to was the fact I had just gotten carried away with my first experience of a big, hard, black cock.
When we left I gave Grant a rather shy goodbye, not wanting to look him directly in the eye, feeling more than a little embarrassed by what I had let him do to me.
It was on the drive home that I finally confessed my indiscretion to my husband fully expecting him to blow his top at me. However, much to my amazement, he took it all very calmly and even told me that he found the idea of Grant coming inside me a real turn on.
"You mean you don't mind that I've got his cum dripping out of me?" I was quite incredulous.
He grinned, "Not at all. It's a pretty erotic thought to be honest."
I was totally dumbfounded. It went against everything we had talked about when I first started on the game.
Arriving at our house I had barely set foot inside our front door when Liam grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the staircase.
"Get your arse into the bedroom." He told me sternly.
I took one look at him and, giggling, I quickly started up the stairs with my husband close behind.
Reaching our bed just before him I lay back on it, looking submissively up at him, as I unfastened my jeans. Without pausing Liam grabbed hold of them, as I lifted my bottom, tugging them down my legs along with my panties before pulling them off from around my feet.
Naked from the waist down now I coyly bit my lower lip and slowly spread my legs apart giving him his first sight of my pussy, still slick and glistening, as Grant's semen oozed out of it.
"Oh fuck, Katie... that's got to be the most erotic thing I think I've ever seen." He whispered hoarsely, staring at my puffy pink slit.
"Then come and fuck me. I need you to re-claim me." my voice was trembling as I told him what I wanted.
As quickly as he could Liam stripped off his own jeans, his cock already jutting out firm and erect from his groin, and lowered himself between my splayed thighs.
"Fuck yes... yes, fuck me just fuck me!" I groaned urgently as my husband entered me, his cock sliding easily into my well juiced fuck hole in a single firm thrust.
With his prick fully sheathed in me he pressed his lips to mine, our mouths merging in a deep passionate kiss, before beginning to slowly work his dick in and out of me. The pumping movement of his shaft lubricated by the remains of Grant's sperm that was still coating my vaginal walls.
Gradually Liam's tempo increased, his strokes getting faster and deeper, until his hard length was literally pistoning in and out of my dripping cunt while I lay under him my legs spread wide.
"Aaaahhhh... yes, yes... fuck me... fuck meeeeee!" my hands clung to his arms as he thrust in harder and harder, his hips loudly slapping against mine.
His arse rose and fell steadily between my splayed thighs making the bed creak in time with every stroke he made as he drove his shaft deep into me. His weight pressing me down, forcing my slender legs further apart as he fucked me.
I was so close to my apex now, moaning with pleasure as my orgasm started to engulf me, my body squirming and writhing under his.
"Oh yes, yes, I'm going to cum! Ohhhh! Fuck, fuck! I'm cumming! Don't stop! Harder! Yes! I'm cuuummmmmiinngggggggg!" Shrieking and thrashing I came hard.
Surrendering to the waves of ecstasy my body jerked against his, spasming uncontrollably as I climaxed, my vaginal muscles clenching tight on his throbbing shaft.
As I came my husband started cumming too, his hard cock pulsing inside me as he pumped another copious load of hot sperm deep into my, already cum slick fuck hole.
Completely satisfied we lay together on the bed for the next few minutes, kissing and holding each other, as we slowly recovered and got our breath back. Eventually I kissed him one last time and, reluctantly, got up to go and take a shower.
Later that evening, after I had cleaned myself up, I made us dinner before settling down to watch television and try to relax for an hour or two before going to bed. The problem with having nothing to occupy my mind was that I began to think about the fact I would have to face the loathsome Roger Morris the next morning at school.
I knew there was less than a week to go until the half term break but I also realised that, after fucking me at the brothel, my obnoxious head teacher would try to humiliate me at every possible opportunity during coming four days.
It was with a subdued manner that I entered the school gates on the Monday morning, my heart sinking even further when I saw Roger standing, smirking, at the main doors.
"Good morning Katie. I hope your Friday evening engagement went off satisfactorily." He leered at me as I walked past him, his eyes filled with undisguised lust.
"Morning. It was fine, thank you." I replied without stopping or even turning to look at him.
"I hope it was as pleasant as mine." He caught up and fell into step alongside me, "I had a really good time."
The blatantly salacious look that he gave me as he spoke made me cringe.
"If you'll excuse me Roger, I'm rather busy." I turned and walked quickly away from him.
A few steps later one of the other teachers caught up with me, "How do you put up with him, that was verging on sexual harassment?"
I shrugged, stopping outside my classroom door, "I ignore him as much as I can."
For most of the week I managed to stay out of Roger's way, although there were a couple of occasions when he caught up with me with no one else around and made wholly inappropriate comments.
The only time that he caused me any real distress was on the Tuesday afternoon, when I was alone in the store room and he quietly crept in behind me.
Shutting the door that I had left open he grabbed me and pushed me roughly up against the wall, shoving his hand all the way up my skirt, cupping my pussy through my knickers.
"Get the fuck off me Roger!" I deliberately kept my voice low as I tried to push him away.
"Aww c'mon Katie, you're a fucking whore. Let me have a feel." He groaned as he managed to hook my panties aside and worm a finger up inside me.
With one of my hands grasping his wrist I struggled to shove him away with the other but he was too strong. Squirming his digit around in my pussy he tried to kiss me as I turned my face aside. It was only because we heard voices in the corridor outside that he released me and stepped back.
Fortunately, no one came in and I hurriedly smoothed my skirt down and brushing by him opened the door.
"Don't you ever do that again you fucking arsehole." I told him angrily before storming off.
He just laughed as I hurried away, "See you at Kitten's baby." I heard from behind me.
I was at home on the Wednesday evening, anticipating my last day at work before the mid-term break, when I got a call from Stefan, the brothel owner.
"Hello." I answered my mobile phone.
"Hi Katie."
"Hello Stefan, what's up?" my response to his greeting was cautious.
"Are you at work Friday? The daytime I mean?"
"No not during the day but I'm there in the evening. Aren't I?" I was expecting to be working the Friday night but as school broke up for the week's holiday on the Thursday, I knew I had the day free.
"Would you be willing to swap around a bit? Do an outcall on Friday afternoon and work Saturday night instead of Friday? It will pay very well."
"Umm... I don't know. I'm not sure what my husband would say." I answered trying not to sound too unenthusiastic.
"OK, well ask him. The Friday pays a grand and it will be from midday until 5 o'clock, just like a shift really. It's taking care of one guy."
"Let me talk to him and call you back in a while." I offered, a thousand pounds was a lot of money and a week ago I would have expected Liam to say no but after Sunday, and his acceptance of Grant cumming in me, I wasn't so sure.
Ending the call, I went to discuss Stefan's request with my husband.
Liam left the final decision up to me but he did suggest I should know a bit more about where I would be and who I would be with. However, we were both agreed that a thousand pounds was a lot of money to just turn down without a good reason.
Calling Stefan back I told him I was certainly considering doing the outcall but asked for a little more information before I made my final decision.
He seemed happy with this and explained that the job was for a very special friend of a friend. Apparently, Lenny, the man I would be seeing was being released from prison on the Friday morning. He would be staying in a hotel room on the Friday night and the plan was for a girl to be waiting in the room when he got there. She would stay for the afternoon as a welcome out gift from his friends.
The answer left me a little worried that my punter might be violent but Stefan assured me that he wasn't. He had just done a 10-year stretch for robbery and, obviously, hadn't had a woman in that time.
Hesitantly I agreed to do it, taking down all the details as he relayed them to me. The most important thing, he stressed, was to be waiting in the room for Lenny when he got there at around midday on the Friday.
I spent all of Thursday in a state of anxious anticipation and even a couple of Roger's insidious sexual comments failed to bother me, I was so preoccupied. Fortunately, the children were all enjoying pre-break activities and I didn't have a lot of teaching to do.
It was with an overwhelming sense of relief that I was able to leave school, and Roger Morris, behind at the end of the day and head home for the well needed half-term break.
That evening I packed my bag with everything I thought I might need, and more, before I turned in for a reasonably early night guessing that I might not get a lot of rest on the Friday.
