Milquetoast Wife (Bleep)ed by Young Stud while Husband Watches

“I hope dinner was enjoyable for you, Patrick.”

Mrs. Withe looks across the table at me, smiling a motherly smile.

“Yes, thank you, Mrs. Withe. It was good.”

Having dinner with someone who isn’t your parents or spouse isn’t abnormal; however, in my case, I had dinner with one of my teachers, and her husband…just the three of us. Ms. Withe is my history teacher, and by all accounts, she’s a plain-Jane type of woman. Her biggest asset is her, well, ass…which she often shows off in jeans that are form fitting. She’s a teacher who over-annunciates everything, for example, she’s one to say ‘butt-ter’ instead of ‘budder’. She is also very straight-edged and never curses, or shows any signs of having a personality that isn’t rigid.

Which makes me wonder why she was so eager to invite me to dinner at her place on a Friday night, with her husband home…

“Would you care for dessert? If not, my husband and I were going to ask if you wanted to watch a movie with us.”

I’m tempted to tell her that I’m tired (even though it’s only 8pm), yet something intrigues me to stay…I don’t know what it is, she just seems different, in a good way.

“Uh, sure thing.”

“Tom can clear the dirty dishes. Let’s go, Patrick.”

Exiting the table, we relocate to the living room. Setting down on one side of the elongated sofa, I’m somewhat surprised to discover Ms. Withe taking a seat right next to me. Grabbing the remote, she turns the TV on, searching for a movie. As the opening credits of the movie roll, Ms. Withe leans in a little closer to me. Her perfume is subtle yet alluring, and I can’t help but take a deep breath in. I look around, curious as to why her husband hasn’t joined us yet.

“Is there something on your mind, Patrick?” she asks, turning to look at me with her blue eyes.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. “No, not really. Just focusing on the movie,” I reply, hoping she doesn’t notice the nervousness in my voice.

But of course, she does.

“It’s okay to be nervous, you know,” she says, her hand lightly resting on my thigh. “I won’t make it hurt…too bad, hehe.”

My heart races at her touch, and I can feel myself becoming more and more aroused.

“I…I don’t know what you mean,” I stammer, feeling like the nervous teenager that I am.

Ms. Withe leans in even closer, her lips almost brushing against my ear. “I think you do,” she whispers, seductively.

My heart skips a beat and my cock throbs in my pants.

“Mrs. Withe…I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Tom,” she says, her voice husky. “You know why you came over.”

I look over at movement in the corner of the room, discovering her husband standing in the doorway of the living room.

“I-I don’t know what you mean,” I stammer.

“Actually, I think you do,” says Mr. Withe, approaching the sofa, releasing a smirk. “I think you know exactly what we’re talking about…Besides, you don’t have to be scared, we’re glad you’re here with us!”

“Look, I’m sorry if I’m sounding dumb, okay? Can you at least tell me why you invited me over here tonight?”

“I can answer that, honey,” he says, waving his wife off. “Patrick, we invited you over since we want you to fuck my wife.”

***

I’m a little shocked. I mean, I didn’t expect this…

“Oh, right, hahaha! Good one, guys.” H

“C’mon, Patrick, it’s not a joke. We want you to fuck my wife, and I want to watch as you fuck her.”

Sitting still as a statue, I wonder if I’m being Punk’d.

“I’m sorry,” I say, “but I know this is a prank, so can we move on?”

“It is not a prank, Patrick,” she replies, getting impatient. “It’s not hard to understand, okay? I know you want me, since your Neanderthal friends always tease you for staring at my ass during class.”

“Huh? That was a one-time thing,” I protest, even though it was way more than that.

“Yeah, once a day! I know I’m around fifteen years older than you, but I’m not out-of-touch. I know when a guy wants to fuck me.”

“Well, I mean, I do have an attraction to you,” I acknowledge.

“Hmmph…We just want you to fuck my pussy while my husband watches. He would love to see another man cum deep inside me, and, quite honestly, you were my first choice. But, if you’re not interested, we can send you — .”

She doesn’t get a chance to finish, as my lips are planted atop hers, my hands cupping her cheeks, our bodies close together on the sofa.

The kiss is a little awkward at first, but it gets better. Soon thereafter, I break away from the kiss and kiss down her neck, my hands sliding down her halter top and groping her tits. She moans softly as I kiss her down, reclining her on her back, kissing down her stomach.

“Mmmm, yes…come on, Patrick. I want you to eat my pussy,” she says, her tone sultry.

I’m about to unbutton her jeans when she grabs my hand and brings it back up to her tits. “No, first I want you to suck my tits.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” I say, completely aroused.

I pull off her halter top and bra, exposing her tits.

“Oh, they’re perfect,” I say, greedily groping her breasts.

I lean in and start sucking them, switching between them, slobbering on them.

“Oh, yes, this is hot,” her husband groans, watching us with rapt attention.

After giving each mound ample attention, I work my way down from her chest.

“Mmmm, yes, Patrick, I am ready for you to eat my pussy,” she says. “My vagina is so wet.”

I look up to see her husband standing near us, stroking his semi-erect cock. Unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, I yank them down to her ankles, discovering the dainty panties underneath.

“Mmmm, you’re going to have to get those off,” she says, wiggling her hips. “They’ll keep getting in the way.”

I yank her panties off, getting a glimpse of her trimmed pussy.

“Much better,” she says, her backside on the sofa, spreading her legs and pulling my head in close.

I lick her pussy and she moans. “Oh, Patrick, this feels so good! Are you turned on, Randy?”

“Shit, yeah,” he answers, his manhood fully erect. “Rikki, suck his cock while he eats your pussy!”

“I agree that some 69'ing would be a good choice,” she says, getting off the sofa.

Kneeling in front of me, she works her hands, pulling my shorts and boxers down to my ankles.

“Mmmm, it’s beautiful! And, it’s a good sized penis,” she says, taking my steel rod of a cock into her mouth.

Her husband kneels behind her and starts stroking her ass. “I’m going to stick a toy up her ass while you eat her pussy.”

I look at him, surprised, but he continues. “I’ve wanted this for a while,” he adds, as if sticking a toy up a woman’s ass while she gets eaten out by an 18-year-old is a run-of-the-mill daily occurrence.

She moans and purrs as I eat her pussy, the dildo lubed up and creeping into her tight anus. “Oh, my god! Oh, my god! It’s in my ass!”

I keep eating her sweet pussy, her head bobbing up and down while her husband watches.

“Take it all,” he whispers, pushing her head down on my cock.

I squeal when she deepthroats my cock, with my one focus being centered on not cumming. Fortunately, she releases my manhood, crawling off me as cool air hits my face.

“Let me get on my hands and knees,” she suggests. “That way, Patrick, you can fuck me from the back while I jerk my husband off.”

I get behind her and first lick her round ass cheeks, tasting a hint of the lube on her ass.

“Oh, yeah, lick my ass,” she moans. “I love getting licked.”

I continue to lick her ass as a way to tease, the dildo sticking out of her ass.

“I’m ready for him to stick it in,” she says, her husband positioning himself in front. “No condom!”

“Okay then, here we go,” I say, working my cock into her tight pussy.

“Oh, god, it’s in my pussy,” she says, her soft hand stroking his manhood while it hovers near her face.

I fuck her pussy from behind, her husband jacking off hard, the pressure building in my cock.

“Oh, god, I’m going to cum!” he moans, shooting his load onto her face and into her mouth.

I continue fucking her, her moans getting louder, more intense, her body shaking.

“Oh, god, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she screams, her pussy tight and grabbing my cock as she cums.

I keep going, feeling her juices flowing. I pull out of her and cum on her ass, her husband continuing to jack off, our collective breathing gradually returning to normal.

“Peter, if you’re interested, we are available next weekend,” she quips, all of us erupting in laughter.

THE END