It was a late summer midafternoon. I was sitting on the sofa in my living room with my former pupil Tommy, who at this moment looked slightly dazed, almost in a trance. "It's alright, Tommy," I said. "It's okay."
I was reassuring young Tommy because at that moment in time I was topless. In fact, except for black lace panties, thigh-hi's and heels, I was practically nude. And Tommy, like I said, had a look in his eyes like he was hypnotized.
Perhaps I should back up a bit here. Tommy was one of my former students - I teach high school - and I'd invited him over on the pretext to talk about what were his plans for the future. My true intentions involved my plans, for the immediate future.
I met Tommy at the door wearing one of my husbands' shirts, unbuttoned one too many buttons down - no bra, I'm sure he noticed - mini-skirt, stockings and heels. We sat around the island in the kitchen, Tommy had a coke, I had a glass of wine to fortify myself for the next step.
Listening to Tommy talk about his job flipping burgers, and his plans to attend community college in the fall, I leaned forward making sure to give him a good view down into the valley. I could see by the bulge in his jeans this was having a positive effect. I scooted a little closer and put my hand on his.
"I just want you to know, Tommy, the real reason I invited you over today," I said knowingly. "My husband has given me permission to have affairs, and I'd like you to be my first."
I don't think he understood exactly what I said at first. Or maybe he did but his pulse was racing so fast he couldn't collect his thoughts for a reply. And really, what reply is there to a loaded statement like that?
I stood up and offered my hand. "Come with me Tommy," I said. "Let's sit on the sofa and talk some more."
We took our drinks into the living room and I led him to the sofa, then I said, "Oh, can you give me a moment?" and left the room. When I returned the skirt was gone and the front of the shirt was open. I sat down next to Tommy and shrugged the shirt off.
"Do you like what you see?" I asked sweetly. I was completely nude from the waist up.
"Yes, Mrs. Morrison," Tommy whispered. His throat seemed dry.
I placed my hand on the bulge in his trousers. "Tommy, I think it's okay for you to call me Ann, at least when we're together, and alone."
I'm in my early forties and I'm keeping it together with regular workouts. I'm in pretty good shape, my husband likes to say I have a "tight ass". I'm petite, so my 34D's look larger than what they are relative to my overall body size. My dark brown hair is cut neck length with bangs, a sort of sexy pageboy, and I know I'm good looking from the looks I get from men. If only some of the men teachers could see Mrs. Morrison now.
The poor young man was totally mesmerized. He could not take his eyes off my tits. "Here," I said, taking his hand and placing it on my left breast. "It's okay for you to touch me, Tommy."
Tommy grasped my right breast with his other hand, fondled and squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples. "Can I . . . may I . . . kiss them?" he whispered.
"Of course, Tommy," I replied. By this time I was vigorously massaging Tommy's cock through his trousers. Tommy leaned forward, eyes closed, and began kissing my breasts, sucking my nipples. I put my arm around his shoulders and held his head. It felt delightful.
When he looked up I leaned forward and we kissed, tentatively. Then I directed my attention to his fly. I wanted to unleash that thing in his trousers. I pulled his jeans down, had him lift up so I could get them down his thighs and all the way down to his ankles. Then I pulled his "whitey tighties" down.
"Oh my God, Tommy, you're beautiful!" And he was, he had a beautiful cock.
"Thank you Mrs. Morrison, uh, Ann . . ." he faltered. "Are we going to . . . have sex?"
"Not now, Tommy," I said, running my fingers lightly up and down that beautiful piece of man meat. "Not yet. I'm going to give you reason to want to come back, but first, I there's something you must understand."
I was gently stroking his pole as I said this, my finger and thumb forming an O around his amazing cock. And DAMN the young man was HUNG! It was so thick my fingers barely touched!
"This must remain absolutely secret, only between us. You and me. You must never tell a single person. If anyone ever hears a word of what's going on, it's over."
"Yes, ma'am." It sounded so sweet to hear him speak so respectfully while my hand went up and down his shaft.
"Good," I said, slipping from the sofa to go to my knees before him. "You were always good in my class. Now this is your reward."
I leaned forward and studied his bulging cock. A glistening droplet of shiny pre-cum formed in the tiny slitted end. I parted my lips and darted out my tongue to lick it up. Mmmm. Then I opened my lips wider and took Tommy deep into my wet mouth.
Tommy's cock was almost ten inches long. Bigger, in fact, than my husbands'. There was no way I could take it all in my mouth, but I could stroke his wet pole as my lips went up and down his length.
My mouth full of cock, I looked young Tommy in the eye. He had a look of wonder on his face. Pulling off and holding his rod before my face like a microphone, I asked, "Do you like it, Tommy? Do you like your teacher sucking your cock?"
Perhaps now is a good time to explain how this all came about. It all started when my husband and I attended a local party. I didn't know these people very well, they were people Dan, my husband, knows from his political activities. Well it became obvious that it was a sex party, or at least it had reached the point of the evening where it was about to become a sex party.
The hostess had gone upstairs and when she returned she was wearing a very daring outfit - a dog collar of all things and a fishnet dress - and all she had on underneath was a black thong. She slipped a DVD into the player and an adult movie began playing their widescreen. I mean pure, raw sex, into a roomful of well-dressed people who I thought were conservatives like my Dan.
Dan looked at me and said, "Honey, are you comfortable with this?" Well actually I have my position as a school teacher to consider, I can't be attending wild parties especially with people I don't know, and so I said something about maybe it's time we made our way home.
What my husband doesn't know is that I've got a past. There was a point in my life I was in a relationship with a lover who shared me around like a toy, and we attended parties like the one we'd just left. I rather enjoyed this kind of sex life, actually, and I was very surprised my very conservative husband would take me to this kind of party.
In the car Dan was being all apologetic. Finally I said, "Don't be, Dan. Truth be told, I'd like to do the kind of things that go on at parties like that."
