The Ex and the Teacher Pt. 01

My affair with Cheryl ended around the beginning of a new school year, and during the first week of school, we met a new teacher named Megan, or Ms. Weaver. She was new to the district, and on Back to School night, we had the pleasure of meeting her twice, because each of my kids had her for a class. 

I say pleasure, because she definitely was a pleasure to look at. I guessed she was mid-40’s (I was 49 at this time), tallish around 5’6,” a really pretty face and a great, great ass. She looked like she might have just a tad of Asian in her bloodline, maybe a grandparent. She had gorgeous strawberry blond hair and was just stunning.

Not the biggest tits, probably a B cup, hard to tell behind all the clothes. Her demeanor was very matronly and proper, and she was very serious with almost a sour look on her face like she sucked a lemon. This did not take away from how pretty she was, and on those occasions when she smiled, she was a knockout. Maybe many years of teaching pre-teen kids had turned her to stone a bit. I know it would have for me. 

During our first session with her, she was pleasant enough, politely answering all of the parents’ questions about her syllabus and her teaching style, the amount of homework expected, etc. All fine.

My oldest child’s class was last on the list for the night, and by then Kim, my ex-wife, had left to go home to take a call for work. This session was sparsely attended, just me and another couple. Megan seemed discouraged by the low attendance and she wrapped up the session quickly. The other couple left, but I stayed behind to chat her up a bit. 

I said, “You weren’t as happy this session as when I was here an hour ago, what happened?” 

She shared that she couldn’t understand the lack of parents’ interest in their children’s education, especially since she was a new teacher. She expected a full house, but she thanked me for coming to both and said that she appreciates fathers who are attentive to their kids’ education. Usually it’s the mothers that lead that area. 

She asked “Did your wife go home to the kids?” 

“Ex-wife” I said, “and no, she had to work, the kids are at my house.” 

“Sorry to hear that” she said. “I’m going through a divorce myself right now. It’s not easy.” I had noticed a ring on her hand, but on second look, it was on her middle finger.

Digging deeper, she shared that she and her husband separated about six months ago, which is why she moved and looked for a new job. Their one child was at college and doing well, having survived the initial shock. Her husband was making things difficult and she couldn’t understand why since they both said they wanted the divorce.

We talked for quite some time, maybe 30 minutes, and I offered “Well, if you ever want a man’s perspective, I’d be happy to listen and give you my thoughts.” 

She smiled a beautiful smile and said “Careful, I might just take you up on that.” 

“I hope so” I replied, and we exchanged numbers.

A week or so later, I texted her to see if she’d like to meet for some drinks, and she accepted. We met at a little out of the way place near her home so that no one in our town might see us. Imagine the rumors if a parent was seen with a teacher of his kids. 

We had a nice time, and that smile was more and more prominent on her face as the night wore on. She told me her marital story, similar to many. Disagreements about money, child rearing, career choices. Ultimately led to resentment, no sex, growing apart, living as roommates. When she announced that she wanted a divorce, her husband at first was agreeable, but then became less and less so, maybe as reality set in. I told her just to give it time, things do change, slowly, but they do get to some state of normalcy eventually. We left each other with a small peck on the cheek.

We got together the following week, with her offering to make me dinner at her place. It was lovely evening, she had an easy way about her and looked much different in a relaxed atmosphere than she did at school.

After dinner we moved to her living room couch, and I asked, “Do you mind if I kiss you?”

“Not at all” she replied.

We kissed for a bit, and my hands got to roaming as they usually do. Up under her shirt and rubbing her tits through her bra. I tried to pull her onto my lap to straddle me, so I could get her shirt and bra off, but she resisted. 

She said, “Listen, I like you, and I’m thinking seriously about taking you to my bedroom to fuck me. But promise me, don’t fall in love with me, and I’ll promise the same. I wasn’t planning on dating for a long time, and everyone says it’s way too soon anyway. So please, let’s just keep it casual.”

OK, so I had about two seconds to process this, but seriously, when you have a beautiful woman offering a “no strings attached” casual düzce escort sexual relationship, is there really any other answer than, “Of course Megan, that’s perfectly fine.”

So she led me to her bedroom where I laid on my back and she laid on top of me. We kissed some more and I finally reached under her shirt for her bra clasp. 

She sat straight up and said, “No one has seen me naked except my husband since I was 20. And I haven’t had sex in three years. Please be gentle and go slow.”

I simply nodded and said, “Everything at your pace.”

With that Megan pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra. She was stunning – gorgeous B cup breasts with pink nipples, a perfect match for her strawberry blond hair. 

She asked, “Do you like what you see?”

I just said, “Beautiful” and pulled her down to kiss me some more. She sat me up and removed my shirt, then slid down my body to take my shorts off. My dick slapped up against my stomach when she took my underwear off. 

She laughed and said, “Geez someone is ready for action!”

She gripped my cock with her hand and stroked me up and down for a minute, then lowered her head and took me into her mouth, really just the head. She pumped with her hand while she sucked on the head of my cock.

At one point she looked up and said, “I’m sorry, I’m not very good at this.”

I replied, “Don’t apologize for anything, it feels great!”

I did give her an A for effort, but I was in no danger of coming from this, which was fine with me. I gave appropriate moans and groans, and finally pulled her up to me for more kissing. 

She whispered, “Your cock is delicious,” and I replied, “Well thanks, now let me take a turn.”

She willingly rolled over and lifted her hips so I could remove her jeans and skimpy underwear, a tiny pair of black thongs. I tossed them to the side and moved to get between her legs, saying, “Let me see you.”

She opened her legs and I saw her sexy vagina, covered with just light stubble. She said, “I didn’t shave today, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be between my legs tonight.”

I laughed and ran my fingers up and down her slit, she was very wet. I pushed the tip of my finger into her and leaned in to tickle her clit with my tongue. With a deep sigh she ran her hands through my hair and pushed my head ever so slightly into her.

She wanted more, so I gave it to her. I pushed my fingers in deeper and sucked on her clit a little, eventually burying my finger all the way in. I pulled it out and looked at her while I sucked on it, then pushed two fingers in, brought them out, and fed them to her to taste herself. This must have been a new thing for her because she hesitated at first, but then opened her mouth and sucked her own juices off my fingers. She had a delicious pussy and we were both enjoying it.

 Eventually I got down to real business, sucking her clit and flicking it with my tongue, doing my usual best to get her off. She held my head in place and squeezed her legs around my head and let out an “Oh God, I’m coming, I’m coming” and relaxed herself when she came down. 

I moved up and kissed her, my wet face being shared with her, and I started to enter her. 

She said, “No, I want to ride you.” 

Maybe she was afraid that I was going to be too rough, in light of her “be gentle” comment earlier. But, I was happy to lay back and watch this beautiful woman set the pace, as I had told her she could. 

She lined up the head of my cock with the folds of her cunt, and ever so slowly started descending. The look on her face was mesmerizing – eyes closed, head back, mouth open. I was so tempted to grab her hips and slam all the way into her, but I had promised her she could set the pace. About a third of the way down, she came back up to the tip, then back down, ever so slowly. A bit more, then back up, maybe five trips up and down my cock till she was finally in all the way. She wasn’t as tight as some others I had been with, so I was a bit surprised at the slow pace, but hey I don’t have a vagina so who am I to judge?

She sat there for a full minute, finally opening her eyes and saying, “Thank you for going slow. I was afraid it was going to hurt, and I’m not really into pain.” 

I said, “No problem at all, it felt amazing and was fascinating to watch.” 

She put her hands next to my ears and started sliding up and down, getting faster with each stroke. I tried to catch a brown nipple in my mouth, and finally succeeded, but I had to bite it a bit to catch it. 

She went, “Oohh!’ and then immediately “I’m coming again.”

She fell on top of me and we laid there for a minute. I was rubbing her great ass, and finally she sat up straight and said, “You bit me!!”  and we laughed. 

I said, “It was the only way I could get your nipple in my düziçi escort mouth. Besides, you came as soon as I did it, so maybe you like a little pain after all!”

She sat on me and we just talked like we would over breakfast. She said her nipples were very sensitive, and the little bite I gave her was probably all the pain she could ever handle. She lamented the size of her tits, to which I objected and said they were perfect, and then she said “but I make up for it with a great ass.” 

I said, “Oh I’ve noticed, believe me.”

She started rocking again, and said, “My tubes are tied, so there’s no danger. Now please fuck me and come in me.”

I rolled her onto her back, propped up on my knees and got ready to fuck her with purpose. 

She looked at me and said, “You don’t have to be gentle anymore.”

At that comment I just sunk myself all the way in with one thrust. Her hips jumped off the bed and she spread her legs wide. She was vocal, not necessarily a dirty talker, but good enough. 

“Yes fuck me, you feel so good inside me, you’re so hard.”  That kind of thing. Dirty enough without being filthy.

She closed her legs and planted her ankles on my shoulders, and said, “Deep.” 

I leaned forward and got as deep as I could, and started thrusting. Her head thrashed from side to side, she announced another orgasm, and begged me to come. 

“Please come, I need to feel it.” 

A few thrusts later and I was spurting into her delicious pussy. We were both spent, and drifted off to sleep. I awoke an hour later, and we agreed that I would leave and spend the night at home. This was casual, not a relationship, so we left it with a plan to simply get together whenever we could.

It was all good, and about to get better.

2.

About a month after school started, soon after the first time I fucked Megan, one day while the kids were at school, my ex-wife Kim called and asked if I could pop over and look at the leaking toilet in the kids bathroom. I wanted to tell her to pay for a freakin’ plumber, but we had been getting along better lately, and co-parenting is hard enough as it is, so I decided to keep the peace.

A little back story – I had come to believe that one of the reasons Kim was so cold to me after starting her new job years before was an interest in another guy. Sex between us became infrequent while she and her new love interest danced around each other, and then non-existent once they started fucking each other. My suspicions were all but confirmed about a year after I moved out, when the kids said that their mom had a boyfriend, some guy she met at work. I dug around a little bit and found evidence that they’d been together about three years at that point, meaning their relationship started about a year after she started the new job. 

Over the summer, while I was fucking Cheryl, I learned that they had broken up, as most affairs usually do once both partners are free. The illicitness is what made it exciting, and once the excitement is gone, sometimes so are the feelings.

So I went over to my old house about mid-morning with my tool box, diagnosed the problem, ran to Lowe’s and had the problem fixed in short order. As I was walking down the hall toward our former bedroom looking for Kim to tell her I was done, I saw her in the guest bedroom, standing in front of the mirror in her old robe that she’s had for 20 years. 

I said “Everything OK?”

Looking at me in the mirror’s reflection, she said, “I feel so old. Am I still attractive?”  

“Oh boy” I thought, she was rejected and now looking to be told she’s still hot.

I said, “Of course you are. Older of course, like we all are, but you are aging very well, better than most of the women in our friend group.”

It wasn’t true, and I could have used this opportunity to crush her, but she was my wife once, and my kids’ mom, so there was no upside to exacting that pound of flesh, tempting as it was to tell her that the 20 extra pounds didn’t look great and the wrinkles weren’t hiding them.

She turned to me and said, “Will you make love to me? Just once, for old times’ sake.”

I said, “Kim, is that really a good idea? Think it through. You know me and you know I will, but if you’re serious, just make sure you won’t regret it or be pissed at me and say I took advantage of you.”

She said, “I have thought it through, that’s why I called you instead of a plumber. I just need to feel sexy and desirable again. Please”

For the first time in a long time, I found myself in a position of power, sexually, with Kim. For many years, I was the one begging for sex. Now she was. Again, I could use this opportunity to crush her, call her out on her affair, call her a whore, the whole nine yards. But, for one, Kim and I used to have some pretty good sex when edirne escort we were on the same page, and who knows how this new dynamic might changes things, hopefully for the better. And two, I could hold this over her if I ever needed to. 

I made the decision in an instant, and hoped to use this opportunity to get back some control. I stepped up close to her. Without kissing her, I untied the robe that I had untied hundreds of times before, and it fell to the floor. She stood there naked, trembling a little, not because she was cold, but because I think she sensed the power shift as well. 

She looked pretty good, better than I was expecting. Her C-cup tits looked the same, as did the small bush she kept neatly trimmed. God I haven’t had a real bush since the last time we were together sexually, probably four years before. I reached out and touched nipple, and she shuddered. 

I was still wearing sweatpants and hadn’t showered yet, since she called soon after I had finished my workout and I didn’t feel the need to clean up before going over to fix a toilet. Looking at her, I lowered my sweatpants. Touching her shoulder, I gently pushed her to her knees.

This move would foretell everything. For one, she HATED to be on her knees for any reason, least of all sucking cock. She felt it was demeaning.

Second, she rarely wanted to have sex if I was sweaty. And sucking her ex-husband’s sweaty cock was probably the very last thing on her list of things she ever wanted to do. But down she went.

My cock was semi-hard and pointing straight at her. She grabbed it and stroked it for a good minute, until I was 100% hard, then opened her mouth and took me about halfway in. She had always given pretty good head, when she was into it, and she was into it right now. It felt great. She fondled my balls and looked up at me. It had been years since we had eye contact during oral, mostly she used to do it while looking away from me as I laid on the bed. So I soaked this all in and gently guided her head while I watched her licking and sucking me.

I wanted to do so many things here. I wanted to fuck her throat and make her gag and come down her throat. This had never happened before. She was clearly submitting to me, at least at the moment, but I wasn’t sure how far I could take it. I also wanted to fuck her, maybe to “reclaim” her from her former boyfriend, even though I had zero interest in reconciling, if that was even on her mind.

I enjoyed the oral for a few minutes more, then pulled her up and said, “Lay on the bed, with your ass on the edge.”

She did as instructed. This was a very common position for us over the years. In this position, I used to kneel on the floor and eat her pussy, then fuck her while standing and get maximum leverage. But I was not getting on my knees today. 

Instead I lined up my cock with her cunt and sunk right in all the way in one thrust. In some ways I wanted to please her and give her what she wanted- to feel sexy and desirable. But on the other hand, I wanted to own her and punish her. Not physically of course, but sexually. That desire took over. 

I slammed into her over and over, getting full leverage with my feet on the floor. Then I got my knees on the bed and hooked the backs of her knees with my elbows and really pounded her. She was never a fan of this, it made her feel too exposed and submissive, but I didn’t care. I was in charge.

I could have come, but I wanted to try one more thing. Kim liked to be fucked from behind, but only lying flat on her stomach. Getting on all fours, again, she felt was demeaning (are you sensing a theme here?). She even once said to me, “I’m not an animal and don’t want to be treated like one.”

And being bent over the bed was a no-no too. Again, too submissive. But that was about to change. I let go of her legs and got off of her, pulled her to a standing position, then turned her around and pushed her down so she was bent over the bed. She hesitated, but we had come this far. She stuck her ass out, and I stepped up and shoved my cock back into her. 

I grabbed her hips and picked up where I left off. There was a mirror in the room, off to the side. We both looked at it at the same time, and this turned us both on more. Locking eyes in the mirror, watching her tits swing back and forth with the force of the fucking I was giving her, it was too much for me. I thrust one last time and held on, pumping a load into my ex-wife’s pussy. She groaned and came herself, releasing some fluid onto my cock and dripping onto the floor.

We held there for a second. I had to make sure my knees weren’t going to buckle, and she was still shaking. Finally I released her, grabbed my sweatpants and pulled them on, and threw her robe at her.

I said, “That was great. You ok?”

She said, “Yep I’m fine, that was great. I was expecting a little more love making and less fucking, but I really enjoyed it anyway, thank you.”

I was already walking down the stairs as she was finishing talking.

Over my shoulder I yelled, “Maybe next time,” and walked out the door.

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