My Wife The Sex Teacher

My name is John Gilmartin. I have been married to my beautiful wife Liz for over twenty years. Liz, who teaches English in a secondary school a few miles from our home, is what any hetero man would call a classic MILF.

Liz has shoulder-length wavy brown hair, emerald-green eyes, and the sexiest mouth I have ever seen. She is about five feet six and has a slim figure but with large, firm breasts and a mouth-watering curvy bum. The fact that she teaches at a mostly boys school doesn't stop her dressing for work in tight blouses and tighter skirts.

I occasionally ask Liz if the head-mistress at her school has ever spoken to her about her attire. Liz would just laugh and say her boss compliments her on her appearance. Once she even replied to my question with a knowing wink and a whispered, "I think she's a lesbian, John."

One day I got home to find Liz at the kitchen table reading a letter. As I passed her chair to reach for the kettle I glanced casually over her shoulder and saw the letter had been hand-written. This sparked my curiosity. Not many letters are hand-written these days.

"Who's that from, a secret admirer?" I asked jokily.

Liz was quiet for a moment as I filled the kettle. "You don't know how right you are," she said. She held the paper out to me. "This was put under my door in school today."

I took it from her and started to read. "Oh," I said. "It's that sort of letter, is it?"

Liz said, "I know who wrote it. I recognized the handwriting. He's a boy in my last-year English class."

I read the pages and looked at Liz. Her expression was hard to read. "Did you speak to him about it?" I asked. Liz shook her head. "I found it last thing. The class had already gone home."

I read the pages again. The boy certainly wasn't pulling any punches. He was quite explicit in what he wanted to do to my wife. "Well," I said in an attempt to lighten the mood. "He has a good descriptive style. He has his English teacher to thank for that."

Liz laughed as I handed the letter back to her. "So what are you going to do?" I asked.

Liz shrugged. "It's no big deal. This isn't the first letter I've had like this. I'll speak to him about it tomorrow after class."

"What is he like, this student stud of yours?" I asked. Liz looked at me as I sat down at the table. "Actually, he's a bit of a trouble-maker. A bully." She started to read the letter again. "I may be a little late home tomorrow, John. If he starts getting difficult I may have to talk to his form teacher. I'll have to see how things go with him."

"Okay," I said. As I drank my tea I watched Liz re-read the letter. She certainly seemed to be engrossed in it as I appraised her choice of clothes that day. She was wearing a tight red blouse that could barely contain her ample bust as it strained at the buttons. That, coupled with the tight black trousers she wore was enough to get my cock hard.

"Liz?" I asked. She looked up at me. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you might want to be wearing something a bit more conservative when you meet with that boy tomorrow."

She followed my gaze as I glanced at her cleavage. "What do you mean?" "Liz, you like to wear tight clothes. That kid wrote you a letter saying in no uncertain terms just what he wants to do with you. Do you really want him staring at your boobs as they're spilling out of your blouse? Hmm?"

Liz looked down at herself and started fingering the buttons on her blouse as she glanced back up at me. She seemed slightly distracted as she said, "Maybe you're right, John."

I stood up and walked around the table to stand behind her. I began to massage her shoulders as she looked at the letter again. After a few seconds my hands slowly moved from her shoulders down to her chest. My fingers started to undo the buttons on her blouse, then I slid my hands inside and cupped her bra. Liz moaned as I fondled her boobs. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. My hands slid under it and started massaging her boobs.

My cock was straining for release. I turned Liz around in her chair and unzipped my trousers. I reached inside and pulled my cock free as I lowered her face towards it with my hand on the back of her head. Liz's mouth opened eagerly and swallowed my length. I kept my hand clamped firmly behind her head as her tongue slurped noisily on my erection.

As I looked down at her I saw the letter still sitting on the table in front of her.

I started thinking about what I had read. One of Liz's English students had written his sexual fantasies about her, telling her all of the things he wanted to do to her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted her to perform oral sex on him, just as she was now doing for me. He wanted to suck on her tits. He wanted to fuck my wife in her ass. That was something she had let me do only a few times. He wanted to eat her cunt. He wanted to cum on her face. As I remembered what I had read I started to imagine my wife doing those things with a student.

I started to thrust my cock faster into Liz's mouth as my excitement grew. The letter was there, tantalizing me as my wife sucked harder and harder. I read the words at the bottom of the page..I want to cum on your face..

I whipped my cock out of Liz's mouth and started masturbating in her face. Within seconds I was ejaculating all over her, my semen spattering her face and hair. Liz wiped my cum from her eyes and blinked as she looked up at me. "Wow," she said. "I really need a shower."

That night Liz went to bed before me. As I was climbing the stairs I saw a light under the door of the spare bedroom. The door was ajar. Neither Liz nor I went into the spare bedroom much, so I was curious about why she would be in there last thing at night. Something told me I shouldn't let her see me...I went quietly to the door and peered in.

Liz was lying on top of the bed in her bathrobe. The robe was open, and in her hand she held the letter from her pupil. As she read it, her other hand was stroking her vagina.

I stood there for a moment, watching her. My thoughts were in turmoil. Until that day I had never considered the idea of my wife having sex with another man-but while Liz had been sucking my cock I had imagined her with that teenager, and that had aroused me in ways I had never experienced.

Now as I watched her through the doorway I realised she was having the same thoughts. She was masturbating while reading that teen's letter. I felt my cock harden. After a few moments she started to climax. I walked quietly away from the door and into our bedroom. A few minutes later Liz came in and took off her bathroom. She was naked as she climbed into bed beside me. She noticed my erection and smiled.

Liz lay back with her head on the pillow and spread her legs. "Okay," she said. "Fuck me." I was only too happy to oblige. As I entered her, Liz closed her eyes and began moaning softly. Somehow I knew she wasn't thinking about me-in her mind she was being fucked by that boy...and it didn't bother me a bit.

Because I wanted him to fuck her as much as she wanted it...

The next morning I was sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast when Liz came downstairs. I had been thinking about what I had said to her the previous evening about dressing conservatively before her meeting with her young admirer. In light of subsequent developments I suspected she wouldn't. I was right.

My wife stood in front of me wearing a purple blouse-the tightest one she owned. But even that wasn't as tight as the black jeans she wore. She watched me for a moment, hands on hips.

"Something wrong, John?" she asked coyly, with a slight smile. As she spoke she arched an eyebrow at me in a way that always set my heart racing.

"No,dear," I replied nonchalantly. "Have a nice day at work."

Liz laughed as she picked up her bag from the kitchen table. She bent down to kiss me, lingering for a moment to give me a good, long look at her cleavage. We kissed. Liz's tongue darted into my mouth and wrapped itself around my tongue. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the moment. My hand reached around her and caressed her bum as I tasted her and inhaled her perfume.

Liz stood up and absently wiped her mouth. "Now," she said. "You know I have that meeting today with my little Casanova, don't you?" I nodded. "So I'll see you when I see you. I shouldn't be too late."

After Liz left I sat at the table for a long time, wondering exactly what would happen between my wife and that boy. Perhaps it was all in my imagination...but I certainly didn't imagine seeing Liz playing with herself as she held that letter in her hand. How many times had she read it?

The day dragged. I watched some DVDs to pass the time. Eventually at about 5:30 I heard Liz's car pull up outside. I went to the window. I watched her get out of the car and walk up to the house. I went to greet her in the hallway. Liz came in and closed the front door, dropping her bag beside her. She stood there for a moment with her back against the door, watching me. She looked dishevelled-her hair was a mess, the buttons on her blouse undone almost to her navel.

As I looked closer I could see stains on her blouse and jeans. The kinds of stains I had been responsible for depositing on her clothes many times...

Liz looked at me as I studied her. Her eyes seemed to burn into me. She was studying me now, and I knew why. She had something to tell me, and she was trying to judge how I would react...

I smiled at her. "You look like you've had a busy day. Want to tell me about it?"

Liz returned my smile. "John," she said in her sexiest voice. "What would you say if I told you I gave an eighteen year-old his very first blowjob today?"

My heart was thumping so hard I was sure she could hear it. I swallowed thickly. I didn't trust myself to speak. Liz moved away from the door and walked past me. Her coy smile widened as she started to climb the stairs. She turned to look over her shoulder at me as she walked. "Follow me and I'll tell you all about it."

I started to walk behind her, my gaze riveted on her backside as it swayed from side to side. The tight black jeans she was wearing made my mouth water, and thinking about where the stains on the front of them came from excited me even more. By the time I reached the top of the stairs my cock was as stiff as a poker.

Liz took my hand and led me into the spare bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed and told me to sit in the chair in the corner. Liz crossed her legs and leaned forward slightly, undoing the last few buttons on her blouse. Then, with her hands flat on the duvet, she sat and watched me for a moment. Her eyes wandered down to my crotch.

"Maybe you should let that thing out," she said. "Before it explodes." I undid my zip and pulled out my cock. It was harder than it had ever been. Liz regarded it silently for a while, then looked at me. "Are you ready for my story, sweetheart?" she asked coyly.

I nodded vigorously. Liz ran her fingers through her unkempt hair and shook her head to let it hang loose around her shoulders. I loved it when she did that. My already erect cock started twitching even more. Liz saw it and giggled. "You know," she said teasingly as she put one finger thoughtfully to her lips. "I'm not sure I should tell you...you might not be able to stand the excitement..."

I was almost salivating. Liz looked at me for a second more, then laughed. "Okay, sweetheart. Here goes...."

Liz's last class of the day had been the one in which her not-so-secret admirer belonged. After the bell had gone at the end of the lesson and the students were filing out, Liz asked him to wait behind. Liz closed the door. They were alone. The boy's name was Andrew.

Liz took the envelope containing the letter out of her bag and held it out to him. "Is this your handiwork?"

Andrew, surly as ever, just looked at it and shrugged. He muttered something unintelligible. Liz sighed and took the pages out. She unfolded the first page and held it out to him. "Did you write this?"

Andrew looked at the paper and then looked at Liz. His gaze soon shifted to her cleavage. After staring at her so brazenly for a few moments, Liz said "Excuse me, young man. My eyes are up here. Show me a little respect, please."

He barely glanced at her before returning his lustful gaze to her breasts. He mumbled something.

"Excuse me?" Liz said. "I didn't quite catch that. What did you say?"

"Why are you showin' them off?" slurred Andrew.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You got your blouse unbuttoned down to your tits. If you don't want me lookin' at them, why are you showin' them to me?"

Liz put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "How dare you speak to me like that! I'll call your mother."

Andrew shrugged. His gaze was wandering from Liz's ample bust down to her tight black jeans.

"Okay," Liz said. "I think I've had enough of you, young man."

"I've had enough of you leadin' me on." Andrew lunged forward and grabbed Liz by her hair. With his other hand he started groping her breasts as he pulled her toward him and kissed her. His lips clamped against hers as his tongue darted into her mouth. Andrew pushed Liz back against her desk as his hand slid inside her blouse and starting groping under her bra.

Liz pulled herself away from Andrew just before he grabbed her arm and pushed her toward the small storage room beside the blackboard. When they were both inside Andrew slammed the door shut and put both his hands on Liz's shoulders, forcing her to kneel in front of him.

He wasted no time. He unzipped his trousers and reached in as he gripped the hair on the back of my wife's head.

Liz gasped as she saw the length of Andrew's cock before he pulled her toward him. His manhood filled her mouth and touched the back of her throat. With both hands he gripped her hair and thrust himself at her.

"Suck it," he growled at her. "Suck it hard."

Liz, giving in to the moment, wrapped her tongue around his shaft as Andrew brutally fucked her mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat over and over as he thrust himself at her.

Liz felt Andrew's hand slide inside her blouse and lift her bra up over her breasts. With one hand still clamped to the back of her head he began to massage her boobs, kneading them roughly between his fingers.

My wife was being orally fucked and groped by a boy who was little more than an animal, his rough, course hands eagerly fondling her boobs as she sucked him.

And she loved it.

Liz put her hands on Andrew's hips as she slurped her tongue around his shaft, her head bobbing back and forth on his groin. Suddenly the boy pulled Liz's hair back sharply as he took his cock from her mouth and started masturbating in her face. Within seconds he erupted all over her. Spurts of thick semen splattered on her face and hair as his balls emptied themselves on her.

Andrew continued to stroke his cock even as it gave up the last of his cum. Dribbles oozed from the tip and dropped to Liz's blouse and jeans.

For a moment they remained like that. Andrew, standing in front of Liz, breathing heavily. Liz, kneeling, covered in his semen, her blouse open and her breasts exposed. Then, slowly, my wife stood up and faced him as she slowly began to wipe the back of her hand across her face. She looked at Andrew for a long moment, then she smiled....

.....Liz finished her story, then she smiled. She got up from the bed and walked slowly to the door. When she opened it she turned to look at me over her shoulder. "If you want me, I'll be in the shower." Liz blew me a kiss, and was gone.

I sat there for a few minutes, digesting everything she had told me. I don't believe I had ever been as sexually aroused as I was at that moment. The thought of what my wife had done with that boy was sending me into a frenzy.

I heard the shower start in the bathroom. I stood up and started to undress. When I joined her Liz was already soaping herself. She smiled as I pressed myself against her. She wrapped her legs around me as I pinned her to the wall, my cock sliding into her cunt. Liz gasped as I thrust myself into her.

"John..."she breathed heavily. "There's..something.. I have to..tell you..." Liz pushed me away from her slightly so that she could look me in the eye as I fucked her. "Andrew...is coming here..tomorrow.." she panted as my cock rammed in and out of her. "He's coming...to fuck me..."

My orgasm exploded through me...

To Be Continued....