Thursday's faculty meeting is a blur to me, now. I have no idea what was
discussed, but perhaps if I look at the handouts next week, I'll remember.
Oh.... you're wondering why? Well, this week I was tired and decided to
sit in the back of the room during faculty meeting and let my brain rest.
It wasn't able to do any resting because, shortly after I set my books on
the table and pulled my chair into place, I felt a soft hand on my shoulder
and I heard Mrs. Darnell's voice asking if the other seat at the table was
vacant.
I had been avoiding her all week, after last Friday night's encounter in
my office. I guess I was still quite anxious about whether she would reveal
to anyone what Michael and I were up to when we should have been in the
computer lab. She took her place at the table and benignly opened her calendar
as if to take notes on meetings for the next month. As the dean began talking
to us, I felt a hand on my right knee. My heart stopped and I looked at
her quizically but she just gave me a soft smile and moved her hand slowly
up my stockinged thigh.
I was delirious. (but her fingers were so soft)
What was she doing? (she was sliding her hand slowly up under my skirt)
What was she thinking? (I was thinking about how wet this was making me)
WAS she thinking at all?????? (I certainly couldn't think clearly)
Her hand reached the top of my thigh high stocking and gingerly touched my
exposed skin.
(she couldn't possibly be thinking about moving her hand higher, but the
possibility was exciting me)
I could hardly breathe and I certainly wasn't listening to the dean. If
he asked me to respond to something, I'm not at all sure what my answer would
be.
And then.... just as quickly as her hand moved up under my skirt... I felt
her squeeze my upper thigh gently and then remove her hand. I was finally
able to exhale. I looked over at her again and that same smile was on her
face. She then reached into her calendar and pulled out a piece of paper
and slid it over to me.
***
Dear Jody,
I wanted to thank you for allowing me to participate in your activities with
Michael last Friday night. I've thought of very little else all week.
I am hoping that you will let me meet you both here tomorrow night for another
incredible session of passion.
I want to explain a little more about my situation. My husband and I have
had separate rooms for about 3 years, now. He just doesn't want to be with
me, but as we are both prominent professionals, he doesn't want to get into
the nastiness of a public divorce. So.... he has been going out of town
on weekends and fulfilling all his desires, whatever they may be. And I
have simply been too shy or too scared to do the same. I'm just not into
the bar scene and I guess I never had any practice at "picking up" someone.
So... as a result, I'm incredibly frustrated with my situation.
The thought of finding some sexual satisfaction is incredibly tempting. I
think I'd do anything, including pleasing students and co-workers if I thought
I could do it without getting caught and fired. That would be even worse
than the publicity of the divorce.
Finding you and Michael in that position last Friday night was an unbelievable
opportunity for me. I knew, in an instant, that you couldn't react - no
matter what I did. And I could tell by the way he was going at you that
he had to be incredibly hard. I so much wanted to feel a hard cock in my
hands. That thought led to wanting to have it in my mouth as well. It's
just been so long since my husband would let me suck his. I truly think
he has found more satisfaction with other men than with me. That's the only
reason I can think of for him not wanting to go through with a divorce.
He'd have to explain what he's been doing all these weekends.
And.... I also have to admit that I've been wondering what it would be liketo
feel another woman as she became aroused. I know what pleases me... oohhh
how I know... I've been pleasing myself for several years, now. I know
it feels wonderful having someone's hands on my breasts and I couldn't resist
reaching out that night and cupping your large breasts in my hands. They're
so full and soft and I think I'd enjoy them even more if you were completely
undressed. But, right then, I couldn't get distracted by your breasts.
I just had to have his cock in my mouth and feel him get harder and thrust
against me. I had to feel that wonderful hard head throbbing against my
tongue and then have my mouth filled with his hot cum.
Knowing he was pleasing you was an even greater aphrodisiac. It felt as
though I was pleasing you through him. Does that make sense? I've wanted
nothing more all week than to try to see if I could please you myself. I
would still love to be together with the two of you, but I also want to
touch you and kiss you and do anything else you'll let me do. The curiosity
is driving me mad.
Please say yes...... and then I'll meet you tomorrow night at the lab. Perhaps
we can go to my office. It's a bit bigger and has a couch in it, as well.
I'll do whatever you say, but I really just hope it's one word:
yes....
Sincerely,
Sara
***
I have no idea what was happening in the room. That letter was so heart-wrenching
and exciting and sad and sincere and I wanted nothing more than to let her
join us. I, too, was curious as to what would happen with the three of us
involved. I had thought about it quite a bit this week.
I knew Sara had been having problems at home, but never imagined things were
as rough as they were. I know she worked wonders on Michael's cock last
Friday night. I could tell by the way he was working wonders on my pussy.
Wow... the more she licked and sucked on him, the more he did to me, as
well. It was an exciting experience and I knew I wanted more.
I took out a little yellow post-it note from my calendar and wrote one
word on it. When she wasn't paying very close attention to what I was doing,
I slid my hand over and stuck it in the slot for tomorrow on her calendar.
It said, simply, YES!
She spotted my hand and saw the note and then looked at me with this wide-eyed
smile that spoke volumes.
I knew that tomorrow night would be wonderful for all three of us. But,
I also knew that it would not take place in her office. I wanted us to be
comfortable. I wanted to set the stage, because I knew that whatever happened
between us would be a first and would be something we'd remember for a long
time.
I had already stopped at the lingerie store and bought some new items that
I wanted to share with Michael, and I knew, now, that she would enjoy them
as well.
My mind came back to the present as I saw people begin to move their chairs
back and get up from their seats. This was either the quickest faculty meeting
in history or time had stood still for Sara and me while the rest of the
room finished discussing whatever it had discussed. I didn't recall hearing
my name and no one was looking in my direction, so I assumed I hadn't been
volunteered for anything. (sitting in the back of the room has MANY advantages,
I was finding out)
I stopped Sara before she left the room and gave her another note with my
address on it. I told her that if my car wasn't in this parking lot, that
we would be on the way to my house as soon after 11 as possible. I had already
talked to the dean earlier in the week and explained that these nights were
pretty slow and that no one had stayed past 11 - so I felt awkward keeping
money if no one was in the lab. He agreed and we decided that we'd close
it at 11 each night unless there were several people with major assignments
due. At that point, it would be my call as to whether I wanted to stay later.
I was thrilled with the prospect of being able to officially leave the campus
at 11 instead of feeling tied down til midnight. But it certainly wasn't
because I just didn't want to stay with the computers. It was because my
plans for Friday nights had become so much more than just babysitting machines.
That night, I ran around the house making sure things were dusted and clutter
was put away where it all belonged. I loaded the CD player with my Windham
Hill collection. Soft background music and plenty of CD's to keep the sounds
lingering for several hours. I searched for candles in the house and finally
gave up the struggle and decided to go back into town and pick up a supply.
My quick trip into town was successful and I came home with several dozen
candles, after explaining to the clerk that I was hosting a small party and
wanted to light the porch (geezzz, those clerks get nosy sometimes... *grins*)
I put several candles in front of the mirror over the fireplace. Some went
into the bathrooms. Clusters of them got scattered on the dressers in my
bedroom. Eventually, I had candles all around the house. I thought it would
be a soothing touch to what would probably be several cases of extreme nervous
tension.
I had also stopped by the store and picked up a couple bottles of wine
and some strawberries and whipped cream. The guy ringing those up at the
register didn't bother asking any questions. He just smiled. I think he
was wishing, himself.
After making sure that everything in the house was in order, I finally slowed
down long enough to rest a bit. My nerves were already tingling with anticipation
of tomorrow night. I wasn't sure how I would make it through the next 24
hours. I had plenty of wine, so I thought I'd just pour myself a glass and
put on that music and go light the candles in the bathroom and take a nice
long bath. The warm water and bubbles were so soothing, the wine was relaxing,
and the glow from the candles was already getting me in the mood. I drifted
in the water in my jumbo bathtub. (a major addition to this old farmhouse
after I bought it, this jumbo tub was big enough for at least two people,
maybe three if we were really cozy)
My hands drifted along my neck and down to my breasts. I sighed as I rubbed
my palms over my nipples and felt them respond. I thought of how Sara's
hands had felt last Friday night when she rubbed them over my breasts through
my shirt. I wondered how it would feel to have her caressing them tomorrow
night. My fingers lazily drifted down over my belly until they reached
the soft hair covering my pussy. I slid down in the water until the bubbles
were up around my neck and slowly rubbed my fingers over my already swollen
lips. I parted them gently and pulled my hand back so that my fingers caressed
my clit. My back arched as the sensation went through me. But I didn't
want to cum tonight. I wanted to feel this level of excitement until I
couldn't bear it any longer. I wanted to share this with Sara and Michael.
So, I slowly finished my glass of wine and then finished bathing and got
out of the tub and rubbed some scented oil into my skin. I blew out the
candles and went to the bedroom and crawled between the crisp clean sheets
and fell into a deep sleep.
Friday morning's sun shone through the blinds and I awoke rested and refreshed
and still tingly all over in anticipation of that night. I went through teaching
my classes and was surprised at how fast the day flew by.
I went home and grabbed a light salad supper. I didn't want feel tired from
a big meal. I took a quick shower and lightly perfumed my body. My skin
felt so soft after last night's bath and oil.
I dressed in a very professional-looking suit which hid my new purchases
underneath quite nicely. I had bought black satin panties and a matching
bra. And then I had a red lace teddy over them. It had snaps at the crotch
so I knew it would be no trouble at all to remove. And the feeling of the
satin and lace on my body all day would be almost more than I could handle.
But, knowing they were there made me feel very sexy. I wore a red satin
blouse under my grey suit. You couldn't see the teddy through it, but there
was a faint shadow of the black bra through the material.
I had dark thigh-high stockings on but had decided that the skirt was almost
opaque enough that I probably didn't need a slip under it. There were quite
a few students lined up to get into the lab that night and from the looks
I got from some of the young men, I think I must have underestimated the
see-through-ness of this skirt. Knowing that they were seeing through the
skirt just made me even more excited and I could feel myself getting wet,
already.
They all worked quietly and one by one started leaving around 10:30. Michael
had come in and gone to his "usual spot" at the corner computer and was
working on some assignment while the room was full of students. I was amazed
at how well we were ignoring each other while we were around other people.
Just looking at him made me excited. He was wearing a soft shirt, loosely
hanging over a pair of black jeans that hugged his firm body. I knew from
experience that he wasn't wearing underwear and the thought of his cock
being trapped in those tight jeans was driving me insane.
Soon it was 11 and as I ushered the students out of the lab, Michael volunteered
to carry my books back out to the car for me. I quickly locked up the lab
and thanked him for walking me to the parking lot. Being sure there were
no other students around, I told him we were going to my house tonight and
that we were having Sara Darnell join us. He had a broad smile on his face
as he remembered how his cock had felt the previous week with her lips around
it and her tongue swirling around the head until he exploded deep into her
mouth.
I told him she would meet us at the house and so we got in the car and drove
home. I put on the stereo, lit the candles, and poured us both some wine.
We had just gotten comfy on the sofa when we heard another car pull up.
I quickly let her in and gave her a big hug. Michael had walked up behind
me and then he, too, hugged her and then gave her a soft kiss. She smiled
and then pulled him close to her again for a longer, more intense kiss.
I went to the kitchen and got her a glass of wine, as well.
When I returned, they were both seated on the sofa.... still in a lip lock.
I grinned at them and then told them that they both had to share. Michael
got a confused look on his face. I explained quickly that Sara wanted to
please me as well as him. This was something we had discussed and we both
wanted to try it. But we both also wanted to include him. He reached for
my hand and pulled me down next to him on the sofa and kissed me soundly.
Then he told me to stand back up and undress for us.
By then, I was under his spell. I was warm from the wine... no.... I was
warm from desire. And I wanted to please both of these lovers who were
sitting on my sofa watching me. I had already removed my jacket, so I slowly
unbuttoned my blouse and slid it down over my shoulders and let it fall to
the floor. I turned around and asked Sara to unzip my skirt and with trembling
fingers, she quickly complied. I bent forward and let it fall to the floor,
too, while giving them a great view of my lace and satin covered ass.
I moved away before they could reach out and spoil the game. By now, my
sole purpose was to get them as horny as I already was. I reached up to
my shoulders and pulled the teddy straps down and then slid it down over
my skin, revealing the black satin undies that they could just barely see
before. I leaned over again so that they had an even better view of my
ass and I was sure they could see how wet my panties already were. I rubbed
my hands down my thighs and then turned to face them and brought my hands
back up the fronts of my thighs, pausing briefly to rub my palm against my
aching mound. I hooked my thumbs in the front of my panties as I noticed
Michael already rubbing his cock through his jeans. I could see the bulge
growing and couldn't wait to feel it deep inside me later.
I looked at Sara and she had her skirt pulled up to her upper thighs and
her hand was underneath. Her legs were spread wide and I could see her
rubbing herself. She was staring at me and I know this was making her very
excited and I was sure neither of us was worried any more about being together.
I reached behind my back and unfastened the bra. Then I pulled the straps
down from my shoulders, still holding the cups in place on my very large
breasts. I came over to the sofa and stood right in front of both of them
and then dropped the bra on their laps.
It was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. They both leapt
up and, since he already knew his way to my bedroom, Michael grabbed both
our hands and led us to my big bed. Sara was undressing as we climbed the
stairs and Michael unzipped his jeans and freed his aching cock as soon
as we were in the room. I figured it was now or never so I walked over
to Sara and pulled her head toward mine and kissed her. Softly licking
her lips and then sliding my tongue in as she parted them. It felt strange
kissing her. Her lips were softer than any man's I'd ever kissed but it
also felt right, especially after I had just stripped in front of her.
Michael suggested that we lie down and spend some time exploring each other's
bodies since that was something neither of us had ever done. We crawled
onto the bed and before long, we had both found each other's breasts and
were busy nuzzling and licking and sucking on nipples. I was getting wetter
by the minute and then I felt a hand at my pussy. I heard Sara moaning
and realized that Michael couldn't take it any more and he had crawled on
the bed between us and was fingering us both. We kept alternating sucking
on nipples and caressing breasts and then I felt Michael's tongue lapping
at my pussy lips. I felt him suck my clit and slide a finger deep into me.
Then there was cold air instead of warm, moist tongue and I felt Sara suck
hard on my nipple as I realized Michael had switched to her pussy and clit.
He was in heaven. We fell into a smooth rhythm of pleasing first one of
us, then the other, until I could hold out no longer. I was moaning and
spreading my legs wider, just on the threshold of cumming and I felt Sara
leave my side. Michael was pulling her down to my throbbing pussy and he
directed her head between my thighs. Like a newborn baby instinctively knows
how to suckle a breast, Sara went at my clit like a woman possessed. She
ran her flat tongue over my pussy and clit and then sucked my clit into her
mouth as she slid first one and then two fingers up inside me. Michael replaced
her at my breasts and I quickly began thrusting up at Sara's mouth as my
orgasm washed over me in great waves of energy. Michael had now moved so
that he was kneeling over me and his cock slid easily into my mouth. He
had gotten so aroused by watching us and then by sucking on both our pussies
that I had just slid my tongue down his length and then slid my mouth over
the head and I could feel his balls tighten and he let go with his first
orgasm of the weekend.
He let me rest and quickly went to work on Sara's pussy, since she still
hadn't cum. I had wanted to return the favor, but he said he hadn't gotten
enough of her earlier and since he already had experience in making me cum,
he wanted to please his second older woman before I did. I rolled to my
side and watched him lose himself between her thighs and I slid closer to
her and took one nipple in my mouth while I gently rolled the other between
my thumb and fingers. Soon, she was holding my head tight to her breast and
moaning and thrashing around on the bed. I looked down to see her legs
up over Michael's shoulders, his hands holding her ass in the air, and his
mouth locked on her pussy, sucking on her clit as she let herself go to the
first orgasm she'd had with anyone else in years.
Michael let her go and as he slid up between us on the bed, there were tears
rolling down her cheeks. He kissed them away and said that now she had
found us, there was no reason for tears. Just enjoying pleasure with her
new lovers.
The rest of the weekend was spent mostly in bed. We shared the wine and
the strawberries and whipped cream, too. The whipped cream was especially
fun, but perhaps I'll save that for another story.