It was Friday and JoAnne was sitting at her desk a half hour after school had ended, finishing up on grading her student's papers so she would not have to take them home with her. Over the past few months, she had given some serious thought to her husband's secret desire to watch her while she had sex with another man. Although she had initially found the idea repulsive, as the weeks and months passed, she had begun to have fantasies about it. For the past few months, their sex life had seemed to be going down hill and was becoming quite mundane and boring. Something was going to have to change and change soon.
Putting the graded papers in her desk drawer and locking the desk, she stood up and walked over to the window. Looking out on the school lawn, she could see a few students leaving the school, headed home for the weekend. Turning, she walked back to her desk and retrieved her jacket from the back of the chair, where she had placed it earlier in the day. Putting it on, she buttoned it, then picked up her briefcase and walked out into the hallway, heading towards the stairwell.
As she exited the school and began the short walk home, she saw two other teachers about a half block ahead of her, walking side by side down the street. One was Elizabeth Wilkens, a math teacher, and the other was Angela Salazar, who taught Spanish. Elizabeth, or 'Beth' as she preferred to be called, was a rather nice looking, buxom brunette in her early thirties. She was married but her husband, who worked for the government, was constantly away on business and was seldom home for more than a few days at a time. JoAnne had often wondered how Beth coped with her husband being away from home for extended periods of time.
Angela, who taught Spanish, was an attractive and very sexy looking Latino, with long, coal-black hair. She was 23 years old and was just starting her teaching career, this being her first job since graduating from college last spring. Her husband, a sergeant in the army, had deployed overseas with his unit just a few months after they had arrived in Ravenswood and would not return for a year.
Living only a few short blocks from the school, JoAnne only followed the two other teachers a short distance before she turned at the corner and headed home. Entering the house, she placed her briefcase on the table and walked back to the bedroom. Removing her jacket, she hung it in the closet, then unbuttoned her blouse, removed it and placed it in the hamper. Slipping out of her hi-heels, she unzipped her skirt, took it off and placed it in the hamper with the other clothing that needed to be laundered. Walking into the bathroom, JoAnne turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature. Removing her lacy, white bra and the matching white panties, she stepped into the shower, closing the door behind her. She stood there, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of the hot water as it ran over her naked flesh. A hot shower at the end of the school day always seemed to relax as well as revitalize her.
As she began to soap up her body, she found herself thinking once again about what Ray had told her about wanting to watch while she had sex with another man. JoAnne had always been rather hot natured sexually and in both high school and college, she had been somewhat of a tease, leading men on but, never letting them go all the way. As she thought about it, she realized that having another man look at her and possibly touch her in ways that were only meant for her husband to do, would not only be exciting sexually but, could be quite satisfying also. But, the thought of actually letting another man have intercourse with her, particularly while her husband watched was a little more than JoAnne could handle. She really wasn't sure she wanted to go quite that far in satisfying Ray's fetish.
A soft moan came from her lips as JoAnne ran her fingertips lightly over the puffy lips of her sex. Her carnal thoughts of illicit sex had aroused her, causing her nipples to grow hard as well as creating a warm glow of sexual desire deep inside her body. Slowly, she ran her fingers over her slit, spreading the lips open, her fingers searching for the tiny nub which lay just inside. She gasped as her fingertips came into contact with her clitoris, teasing it to a hardened state of arousal. Moving her fingers in tiny circles, she closed her eyes and began masturbating, the image of her favorite movie star etched in her mind. Faster and faster her fingers moved, sliding rapidly back and forth over her clit. She could feel the warm, sticky juices oozing from her pussy, coating her fingertips with a slick, sticky wetness.
Bringing her other hand up to her breast, JoAnne squeezed and fondled her breast, her fingernail raking over the taunt, rock hard nipple. She moaned as she felt an orgasm building deep inside her womb, the burning heat growing to a volcanic fire. Faster and faster she rubbed her clit, teasing and taunting it to even greater heights of pleasure. Slipping her hand down between her legs, she jammed two fingers up into her vagina, moving them back and forth furiously, finger-fucking herself. She pinched her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, pulling on it. She gasped loudly as an intense orgasm rocked her body, exploding deep inside her like a fiery volcano. Hot, wet juices gushed from her cunt, covering her fingers with a sticky wetness. Her knees felt weak and her legs trembled and quivered as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her entire body. She leaned up against the shower wall, letting the warm water run over her naked body, breathing heavily as she felt the intense orgasm deep inside her womb slowly begin to subside.
Turning off the water, JoAnne stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body, covering her breasts and hips. Her legs felt weak as she walked into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. A soft sigh came from her lips as she looked at her reflection in the mirror of the nearby vanity.
"That's it." she thought as she gazed into the mirror. "The next time Ray brings it up, I'm going to tell him I'm willing to do it but, only so far. I just don't think I can handle letting another man screw me, even if that is what Ray really wants. As a matter of fact, maybe we can do something this weekend, just for starters, and we will see where it goes from there."
Just then, she heard the door close and Ray's voice calling out to her. As he walked into the bedroom, she looked up at him, a slight smile slowly forming on her lips.
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