The Teacher’s Birthday

Her hubby got her a surprise.

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I was a little nervous as I knocked at the front door. Why wouldn’t I be? I’d been hooking up with my son’s teacher. Mrs. Skye was sex on legs with a dirt side that had sucked me right in.

So much so that when she’d asked me to breed her, I hadn’t been able to resist the temptation. I’d enjoyed her again a few weeks later.

And I’d got the job done. I hadn’t really thought about what might happen when I succeeded. I guess I figured her hubby would believe it was his and we’d all go on our merry way.

I was wrong. He knew he was sterile, so he’d known immediately that someone else was giving his smoking hot wife a serve of extra-marital sausage.

Guy was bright, and only took a few weeks to work out it was me. The clown had confronted me in my car, and rather than trying to bludgeon my brains out, he’d invited me over as a birthday gift for my favorite new teacher.

You see, it turns out that every time I railed her sweet brains out. Her hubby got the best sex of his life for weeks.

It would seem hubby was more than willing to share if it meant he got a little more of what he liked.

Maybe he liked to share. I really didn’t know I just hoped this wasn’t some elaborate setup to get his revenge. And I was a little worried that it might be awkward to have him watch as I took his perky young wife.

The door swung open and hubby met me with a big grin. “I wasn’t sure you would come.”

“Still a little shocked at the invite,” I admitted. “Why?”

“My wife is hot as hell.” He leaned against the doorframe. “The thought of watching her with someone else turns me on. Clearly turns her on too. This is good for both of us.”

It was good enough for me. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t already getting hard at the thought of being inside Skye again.

“Come with me, don’t say a word.”

I followed him inside. We went upstairs, down a long hallway and pushed open a set of double doors to reveal their bedroom.

The first thing I saw was the four post bed. Or rather, Mrs. Skye tied to the two end posts. She was standing at the foot of the bed, her arms and feet tied to bed posts so that she was spreadeagled.

She was wearing black heels, stockings, a garter belt and a black lacy bra and thong. Judging by the black strap around her hair she was also blindfolded.

“Is that you hon? What’s with the wait? I want my present,” her voice was sultry and inviting as she struggled against her restraints in eager anticipation.

“Patience my dear, we have all night,” hubby taunted as he sidled up behind her and ran his hands over her exposed ass. He plucked at the thin string of fabric running between those round cheeks and then swatted one of them with a firm spanking.

“Mmm,” Skye groaned as her ass tensed against his hand.

Hubby wrapped his hand around a fist full of her hair and gently pulled back.

“Someone’s hungry for their present,” hubby growled in her ear. “Aren’t you my little slut.”

Skye nodded the motion pulling against her husband’s grip on her hair.

These kinky bastards. What have I got myself into?

He reached around his wife and enjoyed a nice long feel of her very full tits. The memory of them made me hard as a rock.

Ok maybe I was starting to see what he enjoyed about watching. There was a thrill and anticipation in watching. It was a live action show where I had no idea what was coming next.

Hubby stepped away from Skye which drew a dissapointed protest from his hot wife. He ignored it and proceeded to remove and toss his shirt on the floor. His slacks went next.

Soon he was stark naked, and not in bad shape. He was already hard and modest in size, a good six inches but he was in for a shock if I did the same.

To my surprise he wandered up the side of the bed, scrambled onto it and sat against the head board. He reached up and placed his hand in a set of cuffs. The chain ran through the headboard. He grinned as he locked the cuff around his other wrist.

He was stuck there, but it was clearly exactly where he wanted to be.

“What’s that baby?” Skye breathed as she heard the cuffs clink. “Is it for me?”

Hubby didn’t answer her, he just nodded toward his wife.

My turn.

And hubby had given me his wife on a platter.

My weeks of hunger for Skye’s hot body consumed me. I strode up behind his wife and pressed my crotch against her. Would she be able to tell? Could she tell it was my weapon pressing against her cheeks.

I reached for the flimsy cups of her bra, struggling under the weight of her considerable chest. I watched hubby’s reaction as I lifted them out, one at a time as I folded the cups beneath them.

It only served to make them look larger.

Hubby licked his lips.

I did one better, I bent down and licked his wife’s perky nipple.

Skye moaned. So I sucked it between my lips and teased it, wondering what they would swell to when she became a mother.

Given our own torrid lovemaking and how hubby had handled her, I suspected she liked it a little rougher. I troubled her tit with my teeth and was rewarded with a squirming moan as she ground back into me.

I released it, a wicked grin on my face as I brushed my hand across her pregnant stomach. She’d be showing soon.

I ran my hands down to her thong. With her legs tied in place, there was no getting it off her without ruining it. Fortunately it was open-crotched.

Skye opened her mouth to accept my fingers and I slid them between her lips. When they were nice and wet I used them to finger her tight little kitty.

I fingered Skye while hubby watched eagerly, his own cock twitching as his wife humped my fingers.

When she was close, I stopped. Leaving her perilously close to the precipice. Stepping away I ripped off my shirt, kicked off my socks and shoes and dropped my slacks.

Pushing my boxers down, my cock sprang free. As I stepped out from behind his wife, hubby’s eyes bulged.

Perhaps he was having second thoughts about his invitation. Making my way around the bed, I climbed atop it. Standing in front of his wife, my very hard cock lingered inches from her lips.

I sort of wished he could see, but his choice of seeat prohibited him from seeing his wife’s lips as I nudged the head of my cock against them. She opened her mouth and I thrust forward.

Skye let out a muffled grunt as she got far more than she’d expected. Placing one hand on the back of her head, I thrust forward, feeding her everything I could.

His hot wife gagged a little as I looked over my shoulder.

The bastard was smiling.

Smiling was I fed his wife all the cock she could handle. There was no way on earth she could think that was her hubby stretching her lips that wide.

Slowly I withdrew, saliva and precum running down her chin until it dripped onto her impressive tits.

Skye looked up.

She was still blindfolded, but full lips turned into a smile.

“Daddy, is that you?”

I didn’t say a word, I just rested my cock on her face. It stretched from her lips to her forehead where it trailed a line of precum across her forehead.

“Daddy it is you!” Skye called with giddy delight.

I placed a finger below her blindfold and tore it off.

As my son’s teacher looked up at me, her eyes were filled with lust.

It was going to be a great night.

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