The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home.
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I couldn't believe I had let Donna talk me into taking this job. You married guys probably know what I mean when I say that my wife could pretty much talk me into doing anything she wanted. So I had taken this job teaching at an elementary school. It wasn't the kids or teaching them math that was the problem. It was the annoying parents and the obnoxious faculty. The principal, assistant principal, and office manager all acted like I worked for them and that I should be grateful that I even got the job.
All three of them were grossly incompetent to my eyes. Worse, they insisted on taking up hours every week with useless 'faculty meetings'. The only purpose that I could figure for all these meetings was to give them more opportunities to hear themselves talk.
Now, I think that the real reason my wife talked me into this job was that her sister taught at the school. The two of them probably got their heads together and Sally convinced Donna that her school needed a competent math teacher. I sat through meeting after mind-numbing meeting and regarded Sally with some measure of annoyance. Four weeks into the school year, she finally took me aside after one of those meetings.
"I'm really sorry, Glen," she whispered. "I know you're mad at me, but I have no control over all these lousy meetings."
I should mention that Sally is my wife's 'hotter younger sister'. You know, the one you never admit that you notice at all because your wife would have your balls if you ever got caught? Yeah. Sally had slightly darker brown hair than my wife. It was probably the shade my wife's hair would be if she didn't color it. Sally had bigger breasts, hadn't let her waistline slide like my wife had, and she looked prettier overall. Not that I ever noticed any of that or would admit to it under torture, of course.
Don't get me wrong, I love my wife to death and rarely cheated on her. We'd met in college and she had started raising our kids while I was off being a naval officer. Since I had been enlisted before college, and had stayed in the reserves while going to school, I was able to retire after only ten years and making Lieutenant Commander. That retirement check didn't cover all the bills, which is why I was looking for work.
Donna was used to being the boss at home, and it created some friction when I was there more often. I was the unquestioned boss at my job for the last four years I was in the service. Neither of us were used to being questioned when we made a decision, so we had some hurt feelings to deal with when we had to share the leadership role.
Then there was the adjustment in our sex life...
When I was at sea regularly, we had sex every chance we got when I would get back in port. Now that we were around each other every night, my wife was just not as interested as she had been. The most tragic part from my point of view was that my wife lost all interest in letting me screw her tight backdoor. It had been my absolute favorite, and it was suddenly and completely off limits. Donna refused to explain why and got really pissed off whenever I would ask or hint at anything regarding her sweet bottom...
I realized with a start that I had completely spaced out. Sally was still standing in front of me, waiting for some sort of response. I regarded my sister-in-law and nodded. I knew these pain-in-the-ass faculty meetings weren't her idea. I just didn't want to be there and felt trapped.
"Let me make it up to you," Sally whispered. "Some of us are going out for drinks after this. I'd love to introduce you to some of my friends here. Please, Glen? I'll buy."
She gave me a smile, and of course I couldn't resist. I forced a smile. "Sounds good," I replied.
It was a mistake. The faculty meeting dragged on for another half hour. After that, the meeting with Sally and four of her friends at a local Chili's turned out to be a bitch session about work. It was just as bad as the faculty meeting had been, except there was beer. I kept my thoughts to myself—probably because I was indoctrinated to keep myself under tight control whenever I was around Sally. I smiled, nodded, drank, and occasionally gave a one-word answer when I was asked a question.
After that second, informal meeting, Sally seemed disappointed when she followed me to my car. "I thought you might be able to loosen up and enjoy yourself," she said. "I'm sorry, Glen. I thought it was a good idea."
I chewed the inside of my cheek for a bit before answering her carefully.
"I'm sure your friends are fine," I sighed. "It's just that I don't know what I can say around you, Sally. If I actually speak my mind, I know it will get back to Donna and if she doesn't like it, I will hear about it for years." I shrugged. "That isn't your fault. It's just how things are."
"Damn," she said softly. "I don't know why that didn't even cross my mind." Her hand reached out and lightly cupped my cheek. "I really did want to make it up to you. You may not realize it, but you have been an absolute godsend to our school and these kids. Seriously, Glen, you have no idea how bad the math teachers we had before you were. They were just awful. You, on the other hand, have surprised all of us. You are really good at this and we appreciate the hell out of you."
"Thanks," I said, reaching up to gently disengage her hand from the side of my face. Her wrist was warm in my hand, and I held it for a moment before letting go. I gave her a smile. "You'll just have to think of another way to make it up to me."
I meant it as a joke, but the thoughtful look on her face said that she wasn't taking it lightly.
"I need to get going," I told her. "Donna and the kids will already be wondering where I am. Are you coming over for dinner tonight?"
"I wasn't invited," she smiled. I smiled back.
"Consider yourself invited," I said.
I worried about that as I drove home with my sister-in-law following me. I called Donna to let her know that I was on my way, and that I had invited Sally. It was probably a bad move on my part. The last thing I wanted was for my wife to think that I was getting close with her little sister.
Now, to be fair, Sally is only two years younger than my wife. The difference between a 36-year-old and a 38-year-old shouldn't be that big a deal, but my wife always accuses me of shit that hadn't even crossed my mind. Once she put the idea in my head, though, it was tough to get it out of there. That was why I was so aware of Sally's breasts and shapely ass, really. My wife accused me of "lusting after my little sister's big tits and tight ass," and I honestly had not taken notice of Sally's body. After she said that, though, I couldn't help but take note of those features every time I was around Sally.
When we reached the house, I gave my wife a kiss and then spent time playing with the kids before dinner. Donna and Sally chatted in the kitchen. I wasn't eavesdropping, but my wife's voice carried out to the living room. I almost dropped my six-year-old.
"You want to make it up to him? You should just let him have your ass, Sally. Then you'd both be happy and I'd be off the hook," her sardonic voice caught me completely off guard. She wasn't drunk, either. Donna was just prone to saying stuff like that. I managed to set my son down after recovering, but my eyes were drawn to the kitchen. Sally's face was red when our eyes met.
I'm sure that somewhere in my wife's mind she thought she was being funny. I was embarrassed, but Sally seemed even more embarrassed than I was. I felt like I needed to apologize, but Sally shook me off when I tried. "She's my sister," Sally whispered. "You'd think I would be used to it by now."
That blush remained on her face for the rest of the evening. It got me wondering and then it hit me: Donna brought it up because Sally apparently liked it in the ass. My cock gave a lurch in my pants when that thought got stuck in my brain, and I was semi-erect until Sally left after dinner. Even though I tried my hardest not to, I still stared at her shapely backside as she walked out our front door.
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I really try to be a complete professional when I am at work. When I was still in the service, I was careful to avoid even the appearance of impropriety with my coworkers. It was a real minefield that sunk many an officer's career. I carried that same approach to teaching. I was married and everyone knew it. I was careful never to flirt, and even avoided telling jokes. Let's face it, though, most of the jokes I heard in the Navy would be completely inappropriate to tell in an elementary school.
For the next two weeks after Sally had been over for that dinner, the two of us were even more awkward than normal around each other. She came over for three more dinners with our family. By now I knew her well enough to read the tension in her body language. Fortunately, my wife seemed to miss it.
I have no idea how long that would have gone on, but then fate intervened. One of the obnoxious things that the principal at our school was prone to doing was sending out e-mail memos throughout the day. I tended to spend every minute of class time teaching, and only checked my e-mail when my students were taking a test and at the beginning of my planning period and lunch. Far too often, she would get bent out of shape because I had taken hours to respond to her memo.
So one Thursday afternoon, I released my students after the final class period and gathered my things to hustle to the teachers lounge for another pointless faculty meeting. I had to wait on a trio of students to leave, and locked up my classroom. I grumbled under my breath as I crossed the length of the building. My classroom was all the way at the end of the Math and Sciences wing, pretty much as far from the front offices and teachers lounge as it was possible to be.
When I arrived, I was surprised to see that only Sally and one of her friends were there. I took a seat across from Sally and nodded. I was still catching my breath after jogging all the way from my classroom. Sally's friend swore softly when she checked her e-mail on her notebook.
"They cancelled the freakin' staff meeting two hours ago!" she spat. Sally and I groaned in unison. I flopped back in my chair. Sally's friend jumped up and gathered her stuff quickly. "Well, I'm getting out of here before one of them shows up with something stupid for me to do," she hissed. She was out the door in less than a minute.
