Thus encouraged, he pushes her bra up to reveal her full tits, the engorged nipples crowning acres of smooth, delectable skin. He notices that her arms, hair and head are tangled in the bra's construction. Seeing her semi-tied gives him an adrenaline rush of power. With her hands preoccupied, he removes her dress , thrilled that she helps him by raising her butt off the couch. She's wearing a high-cut black g-string that barely covers her pussy, molding as it does to the contours of her lips. Black thigh-high stockings and black high-heels complete her ensemble. He's been seduced, but doesn't care.

She's made no effort to free her hands from their lacy captivity. She's stretched out on the couch, bare-chested, lust-laden, fully exposed and vulnerable. He wants her so much he can barely contain himself. Working frantically he tears his shirt from his back, and removes his pants and socks with almost comic bumbling. She doesn't seem to notice, for which he's grateful. Clad only in his briefs, he bends to remove her final silken covering. Her pussy is just as he remembers it, the full lips flush with the promise of heavenly delights.

He flashes back to a blond woman laying naked before him in an unkempt bed. Her legs slowly splay open to reveal a hairless pussy. His gaze travels upward, past the soft swelling of her stomach, past the tiny bellybutton, past the childishly small breasts with their pouty nipples, up to a disingenuous smile upon an innocent, childlike face. She is...his sin, his ex-student, the reason for their separation, the reason for being denied the pleasures of the woman he loved.

He rejects the image to focus once more on the beauty beneath him. Thankfully, she still has her eyes closed; she hasn't seen his fleeting infidelity. In desire tinged with guilt, he crouches between her legs, massaging her cunt with his tongue, remembering the sweet taste of her. It doesn't take long to bring her to the edge and over. As she writhes in pleasure before him, her breasts heaving, her legs twitching, her cunt humping, he is once more consumed by a desire to consume her. The need to engulf her, to take her, is indescribable. Words cannot express the urgency flowing through his body.

Her eyes fly open as she hears him remove his briefs. He stands proudly before her, welcoming her inspection. Her eyes lock on his hardened cock. She watches it intently as he lowers himself over her. Still entangled in the bra, all she does to help is spread her legs wide, revealing a home for his stiff rod: her wet, red trembling cunt. He gratefully sinks into her, even as glints of other memorable fucks pass through his mind. This time, though, they all feature her.

As he slowly strokes into her, she brings her enmeshed hands around his head, pulling him down for a long, passionate kiss. A wave of tension leaves his body, replaced by the passion he feels for this woman. Right now they're not fucking, they're making love. And he tries to project his feelings for her wherever they're in contact, from his cock to her cunt, stomach-to-stomach, when her nipples brush his chest, in their kiss.

They luxuriate in the feeling, though he begins to be distracted by a familiar tightening in his scrotum. He'll cum soon, he knows, and it'd be more important to do it this way than to listen to his body's demands for a more explosive ending. But she's as attuned to his body as he is to hers.

"Take me doggy-style. Now." She seems to read his mind.

He kneels back as she flips over, her bountiful ass sticking up in the air. Her pussy is swollen open just below the cleft of her ass. He's not sure whether he wants to gobble it up or fuck the hell out of it. Ramming his cock home, deep into her hot and sticky folds, he answers that question. His penetration of her in this way makes him feel supremely powerful. She's more than his wife now. She's his most precious possession. She's the source of his happiness. She's the one thing he can control. She's what makes him a man.

The cum shoots from him like water from a hose, a pressure suddenly released to coarse and stream within her heated cave. He kneels triumphantly over her as she finally looks back to see the pleasure on his face. He feels like a conquering hero, and he's pleased to see the understanding in her eyes. He pulls himself from her, watching a thin trail of cum detach itself from her pussy lips to land upon the couch. He'll cuddle with her now. Not because it's something that she wants, but because it's something he needs...

...I exit his mind to find the two of them staring at me.

"Yes," I agreed, in answer to their just posed question, "there's more to be learned than what you get in the classroom. And thanks to the two of you, I'll be paying a lot more attention to my homework, too."