Unexpected Surprise At A Party

No sexual thoughts or activity in under 18 year olds is mentioned.

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I still recall the day of my wedding. It was 7 years ago. I was 21, and Sean was 27. I met him at a party my friend organized. He sat by himself and looked like he did not belong there. I noticed him staring in my direction several times. He was redheaded and handsome. Once our eyes met, and he smiled at me. I smiled back. Later I almost forgot about him and chatted with a couple of friends. Then I went to the bathroom. I passed by his seat, and he stopped me, "Lady, you are very pretty. If you are bored and care for company, give me a call. My name is Sean." Then he stuck a card in my palm and returned to his seat.

When I came back from the powder room, I asked David, our host, about Sean. He smiled, "I have known him for a few years now. He is a good guy and helped me in math, chemistry, and physics in college. He is somewhat introverted, very smart, and works as a nuclear physicist in Fermi Lab. He likes his job and rarely socialize."

At the time I was a junior at UIC and a good student in most subjects, but physics was not one of them. I was curious to meet a gifted physicist. Two weeks earlier I just separated from my boyfriend, so I decided to call. I dialed his number.

His voice sounded different on the phone, "Yes, who is it?"

"This is Ingrid."

"Sorry lady. I do not know any Ingrid. You probably called the wrong number."

"Are you Sean?"

"Yes."

"You gave me your card at David's party and asked me to call you."

"Oh, sorry. Yes, I remember. You were the pretty blonde who talked and smiled all evening. You have a nice voice. Can we meet somewhere and talk?"

"I can see you tomorrow afternoon at The Wormhole Coffee."

"Great. Is 5 pm OK?"

"I'll be there."

The Chicago traffic was a mess and I arrived 10 minutes late. Sean was sitting at a table for 2. He stood up, helped me to my seat, and then ordered our drinks. Coming straight from the university, I was dressed casually. Sean looked better than at the party. He had on khakis, nice white shirt, and a sports coat. He was clean shaven, and his red hair was combed neatly. When the drinks arrived, I asked him to tell me about himself.

He blushed, and his freckles became more prominent. He mumbled, "I am 27, the only son, and I work at Fermi lab in Batavia."

"I heard from David you are a nuclear physicist. Do you like your job?"

"I love it. I got interested in physics when I was a freshman in high school. Investigating the tiniest particles in the universe is very exciting. But enough about me. I wish to hear about you."

"I study at UIC, love romantic comedies, cooking, and painting, and plan to become a high school teacher when I am done."

"What would you like to teach?"

I grinned, "Not physics, for sure. Likely biology."

Sean seemed reserved, but very polite and nice. I liked his smile and shyness. He wasn't pushy, and I felt safe in his presence. We talked mostly about college life. When I was about to leave, he blurted, "Ingrid, I like you. May I see you again?"

We began dating, and I learned his life wasn't easy. His family was poor, and he had to work through high school and college to help his family. He was an excellent student and was accepted to Fermi Lab without much difficulty.

Going out with Sean was unusual. He preferred to stay at home, read books, or watch TV than be outdoors or go to the theater. The few times we gathered with my friends, he was quiet, and hardly participated in the discussion. By then I got used to Sean's introversion and learned to live with it.

Our sex life started slowly. He was 5'11", 180 pounds, with a nice body I liked to smell and touch. He first kissed me after 2 weeks. His kiss was clumsy, and it was obvious his experience was minimal. I initiated the first time he touched my body and our first sexual intercourse. Sex with him was mediocre and occurred less often than I liked, but I hoped in time he'd improve, so when he proposed to me, I accepted. The wedding was simple, with only about 50 guests, most of them from my side.

...

During our first year together, both of us were very busy; Sean at the laboratory, and I at school. We rented a small apartment in Aurora near his workplace and bought cheap furniture from Ikea or rummage. We were able to save some money and elected to establish our careers before having children.

After receiving my BA majoring in biology, I spent 2 years and got a teaching certificate. Several months later, I got accepted as a biology teacher substitute at WVHS. During the summer vacation, 2 biology teachers quit (One retired, and the other moved to Montana), and I got the job I craved: A full-time biology teacher.

I worked hard to organize the lessons, to have enough references, and to know my students. It all paid off, and I was appreciated by my peers and students alike. The future in school looked bright.

However, at home the situation was different. Sean became busier and more obsessed with his research projects. His interest in spending time with me and having sex dwindled significantly. Unless I took the initiative, my husband didn't mention or show interest in intimacy. On average, we had intercourse once every 2-4 weeks, which left me frustrated. I tried to seduce him by wearing lingerie, sexting to his phone at work, performing a striptease for him, and even massaging him when he watched TV, but the success was minimal.

Initially I hoped his reduced libido was a result of his hard work and lack of experience, but the longer time passed, my frustration grew. I knew my appearance wasn't the issue; I hadn't changed much since our wedding. My face was still pretty (As he himself said when he first talked to me at the party), my long, dirty blonde hair was the same, and at 5'6" I weighed 135 pounds, like before. My D cup tits haven't shown noticeable sagging, and my hips weren't too fat.

On three different occasions I attempted to talk to Sean about needing more intimate times and sexual satisfaction, but he found excuses why it was unrealistic 'yet.'

As compensation for the lack of attention to me at home, I started looking for it in class. Like before, I showed up to school wearing 2 pieces that included a long sleeved blazer with a midi-style skirt. However, underneath I started having tight blouses that emphasized my ample bosom. Often, especially when I taught 12th graders, I pretended to be too hot and removed the blazer. I continued the lessons as if everything was as usual, but it was clear the students ogled my covered breasts. Some of the female students looked jealous, while the boys stared wide-eyed and sometimes became distracted. I never did it during exams, but other times I enjoyed the appreciative gazes.

...

Toward the end of my 4th year as a teacher, everything at home was the same: Sean was busy with physics, and we had sex about once every 3 weeks. I still loved him, but I learned to take care of my physical needs using a Jack Rabbit.

Among the 12th graders at school, Grant and Nathan were by far the best students. They sat in the front row, followed everything I taught, and in every exam never got less than an A. Like other students, they frequently ogled my chest, but as long as they knew the material, I accepted it as a compliment.

A week before the end of the school year, during a break, both guys approached me and Grant said, "Mrs. Murphy, you are our best teacher. Three months ago we celebrated together our 18th birthday. I wanted to invite you to our birthday's party, but Nathan thought it was inappropriate to have a teacher there. However, now both of us got accepted to good schools: Nathan to Columbia and I to Princeton, and we thought to celebrate it with our favorite teacher. Will you come, please?"

I grinned, "Guys, I would love to celebrate with my best students their acceptance to Ivy league schools."

Grant said, "It will be a week after school is over, on Saturday evening, in my house. Do you want me to pick you up, or you drive?"

"It's better if I drive."

"Will your husband join you?"

"I don't think so. We'll likely be chatting about your future plans, and he will get bored."

Grant gave me his phone number and address, and asked me to arrive around 7 pm.

The last school day was memorable: I got flowers from the class, and small additional presents from individual students. I had tears in my eyes and congratulated everybody on their good efforts. Before leaving, Grant came to me and reminded me about the party at his home the following week.

...

On that Saturday, I debated what to wear. It was with my former students; no longer in school. And it was a celebration they invited me as their favorite teacher! Well, I wished them to remember me for a long time, so I wore my rarely used short black dress. I bought it years earlier, but it still fit me perfectly. I gazed at myself in the mirror: The tops of my large boobs protruded nicely above my generous cleavage, my narrow waist was hugged by the thin material, and my shapely legs were clean shaven. The black 3" heel shoes made me sashay rather than walk... I added red lipstick and a touch of mascara and drove to Grant's house.

The big house was at the end of a street with an empty lot separating it from the nearest inhabited one. The house was surrounded by a tall bushy fence. I entered the driveway and glanced at the beautiful yard. It had a small flower garden, several fruit trees, a gazebo, and a 4 men's jacuzzi. I parked beside 2 other cars and rang the bell.

Grant opened the door and ogled me, "Teach, you look amazing." He let me inside, and I saw Nathan sitting in the living room. He stood up, stared at me up and down, and gasped, "Mrs. Murphy, you are gorgeous." I glanced at them too. They were dressed and combed flawlessly and looked like studs. Both were above 6 feet tall, with athletic bodies, and brownish hair. Nathan's was lighter in color, longer, and more curly.

I grinned, "Thank you guys. You look handsome as well. Since I am no longer your teacher, I suggest you call me by my first name, Ingrid."

Grant took my hand and led me to a corner table with a large bowl containing a purplish colored drink. He poured the cocktail into 3 glasses and offered one to each of us. He lifted his glass and announced, "Cheers to Nathan, the worse human being I know, who despite all odds, succeeded in getting accepted to Columbia. In my humble opinion, he didn't even deserve to attend the local college. He must have cheated his way to the university..." We laughed and chugged the drink. It was sweet and somewhat tangy. I liked it. When we were done, Nathan filled our glasses again and declared, "And another cheers to Grant. It's his house, so I won't embarrass him TOO MUCH, but Ingrid, as his former biology teacher, I'll just tell you that he had all the answers to the tests on his phone, which he hid in his pocket. For example, if you ask him now how many chambers his heart has, he won't know the answer."

We drank the second cocktail, and then I smiled at Grant, "Well, young man, How many chambers in your heart?"

He chuckled, "I used to have 4 chambers."

"Why USED TO?"

"Because you broke my heart. I watched you teach and gradually fell in love with you: Your calm demeanor and the patience you displayed toward us unruly students. And the way you look, especially this evening..."

I grinned, "Thank you Grant. It's nice of you to raise my morale. Fortunately, Nathan here still has a beating heart."

Nathan mumbled, "Ingrid, I feel toward you the same way Grant feels..."

I glanced at them, "Guys, you treat me as if it is MY day. It's YOUR day. Let's sit down and talk about your future plans."

Grant went to the kitchen and brought a small yet pretty cake. He gave a slice to each of us with another glass of drink, and said, "It's a low calorie but very delicious. Have it with the cocktail. You'll like it. "

I tasted the combination, and it was really tasty. As Nathan and I sat on the wide sofa, Grant put on soft slow music. He dimmed the light somewhat, and I saw in 3 corners lighted candles that I hadn't noticed before.

I giggled, "It's such a beautiful atmosphere you arranged."

He glanced at my face and said, "True. I wanted us to feel good tonight. It is a special occasion. Ingrid, will you please do me the honor?" He bowed and extended his hand to me.

I smiled and attempted to stand up. I wobbled slightly, and he helped me up. He took me in his arms and led me slowly onto the floor. I was mildly lightheaded and rested my head on his broad chest.

He whispered in my ear, "Ingrid dear, I am really in love with you."

I murmured, "Thank you. I also like you." I moved closer to him and felt my boobs press into his muscular body.

We continued dancing slowly, and then he whispered again, "You are very pretty and have a great figure."

I closed my eyes and muttered, "That is nice to hear from a young handsome boy."

Next, I felt a hard thing pushing against my tummy. It continued to grow the longer we moved on the floor.

I may have been somewhat tipsy, but I could still identify one organ that was capable of doing it. I mumbled, "Grant, relax, it's only a dance."

He said, "I know, but your breasts are very tempting."

I tried to disconnect from him but tripped and almost fell. He caught me and hugged me tighter, "You feel good in my arms, and having your tits pushing against me arouse me."

I whispered, "Grant, it's not a good idea. You know I am married."

"I know, but he didn't come here with you, and you are dressed seductively."

"But I did it only so you'll remember me later..."

"Oh, we'll remember you, trust me."

As I was attempting to think of an appropriate reaction, I felt a body behind me. Nathan was now hugging my waist and joined our dance. I was sandwiched between the 2 young studs. I was still slightly dizzy, and being in between felt safer. I rested my head on Grant's chest again and mumbled, "It feels good to be with my 2 favorite students."

Subsequently, Grant's palm lifted my chin. I assumed he wished to ogle my face and didn't object. He kissed my lips lightly.

I said, "Grant, you can only look."

He kissed me again, somewhat harder. It was unexpected yet pleasant. Sean hadn't kissed me in a long time, and the feeling of Grant's insisting lips on mine made me shiver. I tried to talk, "Grant, please..." but he placed his lips on mine and gingerly parted them. His tongue penetrated my mouth and danced with mine. I was in a daze; my brain warned me it was not OK, but my body refused to walk away from the guys. I just moved passively between the 2 bodies with Grant French kissing me.

A moment later, I felt Nathan's dick stiffening behind me as well. His hands started trailing the sides of my body. It was wrong yet felt amazing, and I stayed mum. I wasn't sure if I wanted them to stop or continue; I simply enjoyed the moment.

Gradually, Nathan's hands moved forward and up until he tenderly cupped my breasts. I weakly tried to tell him it was not all right to do it, but Grant's lips clutched harder to mine. Nathan's palms began massaging my covered tits. God, I missed that feeling! The last time I had sex with Sean was 3 weeks earlier. My cunt started leaking. The constant tongue sucking and boobs tweaking was making me horny.

With my last ditch effort, I pushed Grant's face away and murmured, "Guuys, I like yoou a lot, but iiit is a baad idea."

Grant kissed the side of my neck and his large palm moved slowly southward on my front. My neck was always one of my most sensitive spots, and I quivered again. I was speechless. His hand reached my tummy and advanced to my covered pubic area. I closed my thighs, attempting to prevent his fingers from reaching his goal. He gently caressed the covered cunt until I relaxed my thighs. He whispered in my ear, "Good girl." His fingers moved under the hem and found my soaked panties.

Grant said, "Ingrid, I feel that Nathan and I are not the only ones who are aroused. Don't fight it. Our intention is for all 3 of us to have fun this evening."

I mumbled, "But it's not right, and your parents may see us."

"Don't worry. They left for our beach house this morning and will return tomorrow evening."

"But I can't let you touch me like that... I was your teacher..."

Grant blurted, "Yes, Ingrid, you WERE our teacher, but not anymore. And your wetness tells us your body has the same needs we do."

My body betrayed me. I was drenched down there. Grant was right; I had the urge to be fucked and could not deny it. Being under the influence was not helpful. I gave in to my fate and stopped fighting. I just stood there with my eyes closed, mildly shaking, and let them do whatever they wanted.

I was barely conscious when I felt my back zipper gradually open. The guy behind me applied hot kisses on my bare back, while my front was getting exposed. I tried to cover my tits with my palms, but they felt very heavy. Grant murmured, "Here Ingrid, let me help you." Then he took my hand, placed it on the bulge in his front, and guided it to rub it slowly. At the same time, behind me, a rigid object moved up and down along my crack.

My mind was in limbo. I could hardly comprehend what was happening to me. I just knew I could not prevent my assailants from undressing me and using my body. I was in a weird status of semi-coma, tired, and horny, all at once. I was no longer sure if I really wanted them to stop what they were doing...

I recall being naked, barely standing, leaning on Nathan's shoulder, as he grabbed my hips. At the same time, Grant was sucking on my nipple and fingering me. My horniness increased, and I spread my legs to facilitate his invading fingers.

Then Grant whispered in my ear, "Ingrid dear, you are very aroused. Do you wish to be fucked?"

I managed to mumble, "I don't know anymore..."

Subsequently, Nathan murmured in my other ear, "That's OK, teach, we'll decide for you." His strong arms lifted me and carried me into another room, and the next thing I found myself on a large soft bed with my legs apart and Grant's face on top of my cunt. His tongue fluttered on my wet folds and touched my clitoris. I shuddered. I wished his tongue would stay there forever... My eyes were shut, and I was daydreaming about my good fortune; at last I was being pleasured the way I liked it.

Suddenly, a large hand turned my head sideways, and a soft, velvety thing touched my lips. I opened up, and a thick, raging tool invaded my mouth. I felt the bulging veins on it as it slowly progressed into my oral cavity. At one point I almost choked and started gagging. One of the guys (Nathan?) blurted, "Let it in. Three more inches, and it will be all over." I tried my best to obey, but I could not get much more of him in my mouth.

Next, he started gingerly fucking my face. I used to love blowing Sean, and now did my best to suck Nathan's cock. My climax was pending, and I tensed. Grant must have felt it, and his tongue jiggled my clitty from side to side. My torso jolted, and I shook violently. I attempted to scream, but my mouth was blocked by the huge organ. Not long after, my uncontrolled shaking began. The cock in my mouth started pouring gallons of hot slimy goo into my throat. I coughed, then instinctively pulled back slightly and swallowed the seed as it flowed in.

I was still in a foggy state, but I knew my body was orgasming. Gradually, Grant slowed his tongue manipulations, and Nathan removed his deflating penis. I continued lying as before, trying to catch my breath. However, Grant had a different idea, "Dear, both Nathan and you came. It's my turn now."

Next, he lifted my legs over his shoulders and shoved his dick into my pussy. It was massive, and I cried in pain. He stopped moving and muttered, "Take it easy, Ingrid. I am already in. It will only take a few seconds and your vagina will dilate and accommodate my cock. Then I'll take you on the ride of your life."