Where it happened: My bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 3
Category: Straight
Some will probably say this is very wrong, and maybe they’re right, but I don’t think so.
I am 24 years old and teach high school Spanish. It is my first teaching assignment. I’ve been married for nearly two years, and during that time my husband, Tom and I had great sex — sometimes a couple times a day. He couldn’t keep his hands off me, and I just loved having him between my legs, giving me his wonderful love.
All of that stopped when Tom’s Guard unit was called up and he had to leave for Afghanistan. That was about 6 months ago.Since then I have been literally starved for sex.
Well, there is this one Senior in my class named Phil. He’s very tall and has a fine athlete’s build. He played Center on our high school basketball team. In class he’s rather quiet, and doesn’t volunteer much, but gets good grades and hands his assignments in on time. He’s also very courteous, polite and respectful.
About three weeks ago, I was driving out of the school parking lot when I saw Phil walking by himself. It had started to snow quite hard, and although he had his athletic jacket on, I wondered to myself if he needed a ride. I stopped and called him over to my car and asked him if he wanted a lift. He said that wouild be terrific, because he had missed the school bus, and lived about 8 miles away. He got in the front seat, and as we drove along, we began to talk about various things — class, basketball, and eventually how his love life was going. To my surprise, he told me he didn’t have a girl friend, which was hard to imagine, but that’s what he said.
Actually his home was farther away from the school than mine, and when we got to my house, I asked him if he’d like to come in and have a cup of hot chocolate, and again, to my surprise, he said O.K.
Once inside the house, we went into the kitchen. He took off his jacket and sat at the kitchen table while I made the hot chocolate, and then offered him some cookies I had on hand. We sat and talked. I told him about my husband Tom, and how it had been quite awhile since I’d seen him. Eventually the topic turned to sex. I told him how much I missed my husband and our sex sessions. I asked Phil if he’d ever had sex, and again, to my surprise, he told me he’d never hasd sex before, and never had a steady girlfriend.
I was very horny that afternoon, and just looking at this gorgeous hunk of manhood,sitting there in his jeans and turtleneck shirt,I thought to myself, how nice it would be to have him between my legs. Finally, I got very bold and asked him whether he wouldn’t like to have sex with me. He blushed, and told me I was very attractive, and the offer was very tempting, but what would my husband say about it. I hadn’t really thought about that very much, but I told Phil that Tom was very understanding, and that I was sure he’d want me to be happy while he was gone.
After some coaxing on my part, he finally agreed, and so I led him into our bedroom, and we took off our clothes. He had a great body and one of the most beautiful penises — now rock hard and erect — that I had ever seen. We got into bed, and I led him, step by step in the art of love-making, asking him to start by kissing me on my breasts and then my abdomen and then around my vagina. We then french kissed, while he lay on top of me, and I told him to whisper loving thoughts in my ears. And he began to tell me how beautiful my body was, and how good my breasts felt in his hands, and how he had never experienced anything like this in his life. He kept pressing his manhood ahainst my body as we continued our foreplay, and I was ecstatic!If he’d never done this before, he was learning fast.
Phil then asked me whether we shouldn’t use some sort of protection, and I explained to him that it wasn’t necessary, because I was on the pill, and he could fuck me as long and hard as he wanted, withoutany worries. Finally I guided his penis into my vagina, and he began to thrust deeply into my body, just as if he had done it many times before. I could feel his warm semen simply gushing into my body, almost instantly, as the tip of his penis seemed to reach higher and higher within me. O God, it felt so good, and I began to scream, lowly, “Fuck me, Tom Fuck me. I love it! It’s been so long! Keep it in me!” I had this picture in my mind of my husband and I enjoying each other again, and I didn’t want it to end. As Phil’s flesh kept giving me pleasure I hadn’t felt in months, I began to kiss him harder and harder and telling him not to stop. Although he claimed it was his first time,Phil totally fulfilled me as much as my husband had on so many occasions.
After we had finished, we just laid there in bed, snuggling each others bodies closely, beneath the covers, and I closed my eyes and fanticized that Tom was lying there next to me.Phil kept telling me how great it had been and how he never realized what pleasure a woman’s body could be.
Since that afternoon, Phil and I have managed to get together a half-dozen times, for some wonderful sex sessions, where I have taught him several of my favorite positions, and have also given him two or three blow jobs which he also claimed he never hasd before. Again, very hard to believe.
For now, Phil is filling a deep need that I have for sex. He’s 18 and everything is very consensual. I know I’m his teacher for several more months, but he’s pretty much an adult, and knows what he’s doing — and he loves it, too. Yes, technically I’m being unfaithful, I guess, but each time I’m with Phil, I’m thinking of Tom , and it’s like I’m having sex with him again.Is that so wrong?
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