Two Teachers Share Anal Sex Fantasy

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I am a happily married, 28-year-old woman. I have only been married to my husband for one year, but we have been together for almost ten years. When we first met in college, I was a wild and adventurous girl. I am tall and lean, with fair Scandinavian skin and dark black hair. I have long, dark eyelashes and brown freckles that decorate my nose and cheeks. I was always the life of the party, shamelessly flirting with every frat guy I met and having the time of my life, night after night.

Now, ten years later, my life has calmed down quite a bit. I am an elementary school teacher who lives a quiet, content life in a small town. My husband is a very kind and intelligent man, who works in an office and has never failed to make me feel safe and loved. About a month ago, we found out I was pregnant with our first child. My husband and I were both overjoyed, as we have always wanted to have a family. However, the news did change one thing for the worse.

Now that I’m pregnant, my husband treats me like a delicate flower that cannot be touched or played with, for fear that it will break. I am only four weeks pregnant (not showing at all, except for my enlarged breasts). Yet my husband has not shown any sexual desire for me. He simply wants to pamper me with massages and warm baths. I know I shouldn’t be complaining, but what I really want right now is for him to show me that he still desires me sexually. Which is the one thing that he isn’t doing.

After school today, I went about my usual end-of-the-day business: checking my e-mail and responding to parents’ messages, getting my lessons ready for tomorrow’s classes, and making photocopies of student worksheets. The photocopier is located in the media center, just down the hall from my classroom. Our school’s media specialist is tall, sexy man named Lars. In his late thirties, Lars has always exuded a kind of nerdy-meets-lumberjack sexiness that I cannot ignore. He’s about 6 foot 2 inches, with dark hair and a thick beard. He wears square, tortoise-shell glasses and a shirt and tie every day. He loves to read, yet drives a motorcycle to work every day. He is the true embodiment of the “literary badass.” For the last few years, Lars and I have shared in a mild flirtation, joking about the ridiculous things our students say and complaining about administration. Ever since I got married, though, Lars and I have seemed even more connected. Its as if he and I both know that the ring on my finger forbids us from ever being together, which makes it even more desirable.

Today when I walked into the media center, Lars was making copies and looked up at me as I opened the door. I was wearing a white silk camisole, tucked in to a red pencil skirt that hugged my hips and went down to my knees. I had on a pink cardigan, buttoned up to the top, and a pearl necklace. As an elementary school teacher, it is never appropriate to show cleavage or thigh in school, but there are no rules about how tight my clothes are allowed to be. So ever since I began developing my “pregnancy curves,” I figured I might as well flaunt them! Soon enough I would be too big to even fit into these clothes. Lars’s eyes looked me up and down, pausing momentarily at my breasts. I had grown almost a full cup size since becoming pregnant, which meant they were beginning to overflow my bra and stretch taut the front of my cardigan. The buttons were even beginning to gap.

“Wow,” Lars said slowly. “You look beautiful today. Did you do something different?” Of course, I hadn’t told anyone at work about my pregnancy yet. Lars’s eyes were still lingering on my bosom.

“Oh not really, it’s just a new sweater,” I lied. I looked down shyly, because I was suddenly feeling an intense desire to be closer to him. Not having had an orgasm in nearly a month, my body seemed to be falling subject to instinctive desires (not worrying about my husband, who would be arriving home soon to start making dinner). Without thinking, I walked up to Lars and put a hand on his arm. I rubbed it gently and said, “But thank you for noticing.” I gave him my sweetest, elementary teacher smile and looked straight into his beautiful eyes. He stared back at me for a moment, neither of us moving. I’m sure he was trying to figure out what to think – is she coming on to me? Does this mean something? Then he said,

“You look like you have something on your mind… is everything ok?” My god, he could read me like a book. He was staring me straight in the eye, and was able to ask me the bahis firmaları one question that my husband hadn’t come up with for an entire month.

“Just a little preoccupied… stuff at home. You know how it goes.” I knew I was being vague and unhelpful, but I figured he did understand. Lars was also married, and already had two children. If anyone could understand the ups and downs of marriage, it would be Lars.

“Look, I know it’s against the rules and everything, but I have a bottle of Irish whiskey in my desk. Would you like ‘day cap’ before you head home?” he said with a smile. I laughed at his mild joke, and nodded my head.

Inside his office, we laughed and talked about our days. I pretended to drink my whiskey while he impersonated our principal and shared gossip about the other teachers. When he wasn’t looking, I poured my whiskey into the garbage. I knew it wasn’t safe or healthy to drink alcohol while pregnant, but I wasn’t ready to tell him why I wasn’t drinking. As we talked, Lars had four or five shots. The mood was becoming lighter, I was feeling more comfortable with him than I ever had before. There was something about his demeanor that made him so easy to trust. He was funny, yet kind. He was smart, yet humble. When he talked to me, his eyes never left mine. I was starting to feel butterflies in my stomach, and my skin was feeling warm. I figured if I was going to share anything real or personal with him, this would be the time.

“Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?” I played with my empty shot shot glass, coyly looking up at him from where I was sitting across his office. He laughed a gave a little hiccup, clearly showing his growing intoxication.

“Of course not. What do you want to know?” he asked, smiling. I giggled, trying to pretend to be as tipsy as him.

“Umm…” I said slowly, “How often do you and your wife have sex?” Lars looked surprised and even coughed suddenly. “I only ask because I know that you’re married, and have children, and I’m wondering if it’s normal for sex to dwindle after marriage.” Lars stopped smiling and looked intensely into my eyes.

“Yes, a bit,” he admitted. “Having two kids, my wife doesn’t have a lot of time to devote to me or our sex life. She’s a wonderful mother, but we haven’t connected in quite a while. I guess it’s hard to feel sexy when you’re covered in baby spit-up all day.” He chuckled, but there was a hint of sadness behind his laugh. “Why?” he asked. “Has something changed between you and your husband?” I looked down at my wedding ring and began to play with it.

“Well, sort of…” I said. “My husband hasn’t touched me in about a month. But that’s normal right?” I asked, suddenly looking for validation.

“Maybe for some people…” he said, thoughtfully. Then he moved his chair closer to mine, set our shot glasses down on the desk, and took both of my hands in his. “But if I were coming home to you every day,” he said, staring into my eyes, “I would never be able to keep my hands off of you.” He said the words with such sincerity that I found myself utterly speechless (which is a rare thing for a teacher). Before I could think, I reached one hand up, grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulled him towards me, and kissed him so passionately that I thought I might actually hurt him! He reached one arm around my back and the other under my legs, scooping me up into his arms. With our lips still locked, he carried me across the room and set me on his desk. I leaned back, bracing myself with my hands behind me. He leaned over me and aggressively started taking off his shirt and tie, while never letting his lips leave mine. I ran my hands over his shoulders, arms, and chest.

His muscles were incredible… chiselled and hairy, in a sexy, masculine way. He then began undoing the buttons on my cardigan, pulling it off of me and tugging my camisole over my head. Once I was in just my skirt and bra, he stepped back to look at me. I was wearing a nude-colored lace bra, which could barely contain my swollen breasts. My cleavage spilled over the top generously, creating a sight that he couldn’t take his eyes away from. We were quiet for a moment, as he simply stared at me. And then, without saying anything, he buried his face into my cleavage and began kissing and sucking on my breasts. I arched my back and moaned with pleasure. He reached around my back, unhooked my bra, and let it fall to the floor. He took one of my hard nipples in his mouth and began sucking hungrily on it. kaçak iddaa I revelled in the feeling of being wanted. Lars’s lust for me was making me feel more confident by the second. However, I also knew that what we were doing was breaking two sets of marriage vows. I could only let this be a one-time thing. It was now, and never again.

Taking control, I began to undo Lars’s belt and pants. His trousers slipped to the floor, revealing tight briefs and a bulging erection. He followed my direction, unzipping my skirt and tugging it down to my ankles. My silky, pink thong was dripping wet with my lust. Lars leaned forward and took one of my nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around my areola, while reaching down with one hand to gently touch the wetness that was now dripping down my inner thigh. When he felt how turned on I was, he moaned slightly and smiled. Reminding myself that this was my one and only chance to be as wild and sexually adventurous as possible (without it involving my husband), I took Lars’s face in my hands, looked him right in the eye and said,

“Lars, turn me around.” Turned on by my confident demand, Lars grabbed me by the hips and turned me around so that I was leaning forward onto his desk, hands planted in front of me. I coyly looked back at him over my shoulder, pushing my ass out for him to see. I had always fantasized about ass play, but my husband had never been interested. He was too respectful and gentle to ever be into anything so nasty in bed. The sex I had with my husband was meaningful and tender, but that was not the kind of sex I wanted to have today.

Lars took my butt cheeks in his large, muscular hands and began kneading and massaging them. He leaned forward and began kissing the back of my neck and shoulders. He kissed all the way down my spine, and then, when he was low enough to kiss the small of my back, he knelt down on his knees. I felt his lips come in contact with my right butt cheek. He kissed and teased all over my cheeks, kissing high and then kissing low (underneath, where my butt cheeks met my upper thighs). I began getting wet and hot all over again. He now had a tight grip on my hips with each of his hands, while his lips and tongue explored my cheeks. Then I could feel his strong hands pulling back on my hips, pulling me back towards him. He buried his face in between my cheeks and began kissing up and down my crack, over the fabric of my thong. I froze. I had never had a man’s face so close to my back hole before. And though I had always fantasized about it, I was suddenly becoming self-conscious. However, from the noises he was making, he seemed to be loving it. I pushed my insecurities aside, and let Lars and his tongue take over.

I pushed up and away from the desk, arching my back and moaning with pleasure. I pushed my butt closer to his face, offering him to come in closer. With one finger, Lars hooked my thong and slid it to the side, revealing my puckered ass hole.

“May I?” Lars asked, with a smirk. I looked back at him over my shoulder, sweat gleaming on my forehead from the intense pleasure and foreplay.

“Do whatever you fucking want,” I said with a smile. That’s when I felt Lars rip my panties down and sink his tongue deep into my anus. A blast of pleasure shot through my whole body, causing me to shutter and shake from head to toe. Then he pulled out his tongue and swirled it around the rim, making my muscles clench and tighten with anticipated pleasure. He rotated between licking my hole and pushing his tongue in and out of it, tongue-fucking my tight ass hole. The pleasure was unbelievable. I arched my back and moaned loud.

“Shh!” he said, coming up for air. “One of the custodians might hear you!” I had forgotten that we were in his office, at my school. The idea of having illicit sex with a married man in a place as forbidden as my school was too hot to handle. I ignored his warning and continued to moan as loud as my body desired.

As he continued to rim my ass hole, he reached up with one hand to feel the wetness that was pooling in my pussy. He slowly slid a finger from my anus all the way to my clit, drench it in my pussy juices. When he reached my clit, he began stimulating it with his finger. My clit was rock hard, throbbing with pleasure. I could feel an orgasm building up inside of me. Around and around my clit he swirled his finger, while his tongue mimicked the same motions around my anus.

“Fuck!” I shouted, impulsively. “If you keep eating me like that kaçak bahis I’m going to cum!” With those words, Lars smiled and plunged his face deep in between my ass cheeks. With me still bent over his desk, Lars pushed his tongue deep inside my tight ass hole and tongue-fucked me into the best orgasm of my entire life. My entire body pulsated and shook with a pleasure I had never known before. I reached up and grabbed my own breasts, squeezing them hard as I erupted in pleasure. When I reached climax, I slumped forward, laying across his desk. My ass and pussy were still clearly displayed for his viewing pleasure.

Lars took my butt cheeks in his hands again and spread them wide apart. He made a primal, guttural noise and moaned, “God, you are so fucking sexy!” He then slid his own briefs down and began to slide the head of his long, hard dick back and forth across the wetness of my pussy. I could feel my clit hardening again with the gentle pleasure, as if he were tickling me with cock. He continued to rub my pussy and slide the head of dick down the length of my pussy… from my clit, through my pussy lips, over my taint, and up to my asshole, spreading my wetness everywhere. His cock was now dripping with my juices as he massaged my pussy. I shivered from the divine pleasure, feeling like a queen who was being serviced by someone entirely at her command. I pushed my ass back towards him, as high as I could in the air. Then, letting go of his own cock, he spread my cheeks once more and began to caress my anus with the tip of his thumb. His thumb (much thicker than his tongue had been) swirled around my hole, collecting the wetness from my pussy juices. His thumb then disappeared inside of my anus, resurfacing a moment later and sending shots of pleasure and excitement throughout my body. I was no virgin, but this was definitely virgin territory.

As he thumbed my tight, pulsing anus, he again took his cock in his hand and rubbed it against my pussy. My wetness was now dripping out of me, from the great pleasure of his thumb in my ass. HIs dick was soon covered and dripping with juices, and he then removed his thumb and replaced it with the thick head of his cock. Yes! I thought to myself. This is what I have been craving for years! He rubbed the tip of his cock around my asshole, and then gently pushed just the mushroom cap inside. My tight anus stretched to accommodate his girth, but the feeling was sensational. All of the foreplay had loosened me up, and the feeling of having his great cock inside of my ass was incredibly liberating and sexy.

Reaching one hand up and finding my clit, Lars began playing with my pussy while slowly pushing his cock deeper inside my ass. It was painful at first, the stretching of my tight, virgin asshole. But his fingers against my clit and pussy lips gave me enough pleasure to drown out the pain. Lars moaned loudly as his hard, pulsing cock finally got the pleasure it had been craving. He slowly continued to push himself in, further and further.

“Are you ok?” he asked me, his breath panting. All I could do was moan and tell him that he felt fucking incredible inside of me. His fingers found my pussy hole, and began pushing in and out of me. The double penetration felt incredible. My pussy was now so wet that I could hear his fingers playing with it. He continued to push his cock further inside of me, until his balls were flush up against my pussy lips. Once he was all the way inside, I felt my body able to relax a bit more and enjoy the feeling. I began to rock my hips forward and back, fucking his cock. Lars was so turned on by the sight of it that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from my gleaming, wet ass hole.

“Oh God, don’t stop!” I shouted, as Lars continued to thrust in and out of my ass hole. I could feel myself beginning to climax, my anus beginning to tighten around his bulging cock. The subtle squeezing of his shaft was enough to cause Lars to erupt. With a loud groan, and a shudder, Lars released all of his pent-up cum into my anus. He gripped my hips tightly as he continued to cum, his eyes rolling back into his head. When it was done, we just stayed there for a moment, relishing the intense pleasure we had just experienced together. It had all happened in a matter of minutes, but it had seemed like hours.

As I pulled my thong back on, and Lars buckled his belt, our eyes never left each others. We were quiet, but not shy. We both knew that what we had done would be a secret, and that it would never happen again. It was as if time had stopped for a moment, and all rules had gone out the window for just one hour. Now we were back to being ourselves – married teachers who lived content, quiet lives in a small town.

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