Author: Easy

Title: I'm Mandy, Fly Me. Pt. 1; Taxiing To The Runway

Summary: A happily married young woman is thrown into confusion by a chance find. Her life starts to change forever......

Keywords: MF

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I’M MANDY, FLY ME!
Part 1; Taxiing To The Runway.

I’m writing this account of a dramatic change in my life some months after it happened to me. I’m using words and language that I would never have used before it happened; indeed, I’d never even heard some of them before!

I’m Mandy, 28 and married to Phil, who I love dearly. We were childhood sweethearts, and married at 18. I had never had a relationship with anyone else (neither has Phil), nor even wanted one. Phil is the kindest, most loving and attentive man imaginable, and he’s besotted with me. Having never known anything besides straight sexual intercourse in the Missionary position (with occasionally being taken from behind for kinky variety), I had no idea about any other sexual practices, positions or techniques (and Phil still has no such idea!). But ignorance is bliss, and I was perfectly happy with my life and with my husband, who I love and will always love.

But then something happened that totally widened my sexual horizons and set me on a path of no return. I’m a lab-assistant at a secondary school (the same school that Phil and I used to go to all those years ago, actually), working in the chemi-lab. There are two chemistry masters at the school, and it’s Martin who’s brought about the change in my life. He’s in his late forties, divorced but not bad-looking. But I never thought of him as anyone other than simply a teacher with whom I worked.

That all changed a few months ago. I was tidying the lab up after school on a Friday afternoon; no-one else was there. I went to empty the wastepaper basket by the teachers’ desk, but my eye caught my name written at the top of a partially-crumpled sheet of notepaper. I pulled it out and opened it up – what I read froze me to the spot.

‘I want to fuck Mandy Clark! There, I’ve said it. She’s driving me wild, moving about in class, doing her work with the kids, all prim and proper, in her late twenties, but so, so hot! All the more alluring because she genuinely has no idea of how hot she is. Her husband is the lucky bastard who gets to fuck her, and I’m so jealous. The curves of her lovely body, those shapely legs – her sweet wide smile – the list is endless. Why am I writing this? Because it’s all I can do, and it helps me cope with my frustration over her. The way her pink tongue peeps out when she’s really concentrating on something. The way I can see her full breasts wobbling under her blouse, not exactly see-through but showing enough to drive me insane with longing to get my hands on them! And undoing an extra button or two when it’s really warm. I swear she has no idea of what she’s doing to me, or unwittingly turning a man on. I see the boys in class looking down her glorious cleavage, she totally oblivious to it all, and I want to slap them. I want to feel her tongue in my mouth, on my cock, and see her writhing in orgasm as I fuck her and cum in her. But it’ll never happen, she’ll never let me into her knickers.’

I just stood there, re-reading it over and over again in disbelief. I’m a married woman, I thought; he can’t write things like this about me! I don’t know what to do - I’ve got to show it to Phil, see what he thinks I should do. I put it in my handbag, got in the car and drove home, my mind in a whirl all the way. But what if Phil loses his rag and goes to the school to punch him? I don’t want anything like that. By the time I got home I’d decided to say nothing to Phil just yet, but give myself the weekend to think about what to do.

Phil could sense I was troubled, and asked me several times what was wrong. I just said I was tired. He was extra-gentle during our love-making (not that he’s ever rough with me) over the weekend.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about what Martin had written. I decided to tackle him about it after the last lesson on Monday, without any clear idea of what I expected or wanted him to say. I was only with him in the afternoon (the other chemistry teacher had charge during the morning lessons). I couldn’t help showing my tenseness, and Martin asked me if I was alright. I just told him I was, but I could tell that I hadn’t convinced him.

After the lab had emptied after the last lesson, he asked me again how I was. I thought ‘It’s now or never’, took a deep breath, and with trembling hands pulled the sheet of paper out of my handbag and unfolded it. Without saying anything, I handed it to him.

The colour drained from his face. “Where…… where did you get this?” he stammered. I found the courage to speak. “From the waste-paper basket” I said, with more confidence than I was actually feeling. “And don’t tell me it isn’t you who wrote it; we’ve worked together long enough for me to recognize your handwriting.”

Martin slumped into his chair, head in his hands. He looked up at me. “Oh, Mandy, Mandy, what can I say? I’m so sorry. It was never meant for you to see.”

Seeing him like that made me feel brave. “I’ll bet it wasn’t. How could you write something like this, or even think it? I’m a married woman, for heaven’s sake!”

He said nothing for half a minute, then spoke. “Oh, Mandy, you’re so wonderfully naïve” he said gently.

“What do you mean, naïve?” I retorted indignantly.

“Look, sit down – please!” he pleaded. Against my better judgement, I sat down on the other chair at the desk, looking indignantly at him.

Martin spoke again. “You’re a very attractive woman, Mandy. Any man worth his salt would want you. How d’you think it works – that as soon as you get ‘Mrs.’ in front of your name, it stops any thoughts men might have about you?”

I hesitated. Actually, that’s just what I thought. “Well, yes, sort of – it’s not allowed, is it?”

He laughed, at which I immediately got annoyed. “Don’t make fun of me!” I exclaimed.

He put his hand on mine – it was so unexpected, it felt like a mild electric shot. “Oh, I’m sorry. Believe me, I’m not making fun of you, and I never would. But something tells me that you really know very little about men and the way of things, other than maybe knowing your husband. Have you never had any sort of relationship with another man, or even a boy when you were younger?”

“No, I certainly haven’t. Phil and I started going out when we were fourteen, and I’ve never even been kissed by another man, other than a peck on the cheek to say ‘hello’”. I looked down at Martin’s hand on mine. “And never had my hand held by another man.”

He smiled at me. “You haven’t pulled your hand away, though, have you? So you can’t have been that shocked.”

“I didn’t think,” I retorted. But somehow, I couldn’t find the strength to pull my hand out from under his, even though it would have taken no physical effort at all.

Martin smiled at me again, with a twinkle in his eye. “Oh, so innocent, Mandy – never had another man fondle those gorgeous breasts, never had another man’s fingers stroking those lovely thighs, never had another man’s hand inside your knickers……….”

I felt my face getting hot and knew I was blushing profusely. “Stop it, Martin, you know I haven’t! You can’t talk to me like that!” I stood up, finding the mental strength to pull my hand out from under his. “I’m going now!”

His face went serious. “I’m sorry if I’ve upset you, Mandy – that was never my intention. But let me leave you with a thought. You only get one life – one chance to experience what life has to offer. You’re a beautiful woman, clearly capable of giving and receiving so much pleasure. How sad would it be for you to never experience any of that.”

I burst into tears. Between sobs I blurted out “But I’m married to Phil – I love him and he loves me – that’s my pleasure!”

Martin stood up; pulling him to me, he put his arms around me and stroked my hair as I sobbed into his chest, gradually subsiding. “OK, Mandy, it’s OK,” he said soothingly. “If that’s enough for you, then that’s fine.” He lifted my face with his hand. “But have a think about what I said. Go on, you’d better be getting off home.” He kissed my forehead gently and lightly.

I pulled myself away, picked up my handbag and walked to the door, tears still wet on my cheeks. Just as I pulled the door open he spoke again. “Are you going to report me? Or tell Phil?”

I paused at the door for five seconds before answering. “No, Martin, I’m not going to report you. And I’m not going to tell Phil; I don’t want to upset him. He’s a good man, and he’d be completely thrown. I’ll see you next week. We mustn’t talk about this again.”

“If that’s what you want, Mandy, if that’s what you want,” he replied, clearly relieved at what I’d said. “But you’ll just have to cope with working with me, knowing how I feel about you, knowing that now and again I’ll be glancing at one of the sexiest women I’ve ever met.”

I coloured up again and walked into the corridor, closing the lab door behind me. My mind was a maelstrom of thoughts during the twenty-minute drive home. By the time Phil came home from work two hours after me, I’d composed myself sufficiently to appear as normal, at least on the outside. But I couldn’t stop thinking about what Martin had said about only having one chance at life, one chance to enjoy life’s experiences. The more I thought about it, the more my horror about what he had written and said subsided. I resolved to do some internet research, although I have to say that I didn’t really know where to start. Phil was too tired for sex when we went to bed, but we had intercourse before he went off to work the next morning, a Saturday.

As soon as he was gone I brought the laptop up to bed and started to google all sorts of words and phrases that came into my head, mostly centring round the words ‘affair’, ‘reminiscences’, ‘adultery’ etc.. I won’t bore readers with all the different things I tried, but the results were certainly an eye-opener. From what came up it almost seemed like the whole world was having extra-marital sex, although of course, only those involved in it had put anything on the internet about it, and those who had would probably only be a tiny proportion of those who had actually engaged in it.

A lot of what I found was from the man’s side, but I was surprised to see that the various accounts and stories from women that I came across showed a large majority who’s affairs had (and in some cases were continuing to have) a beneficial effect for them. As I looked at more and more, the notion of what Martin had said about only having one chance at life took on a different nature, and I found myself, for the first time, getting the point he had made.

I also unexpectedly came across a multitude of pornography sites, showing videos of women having sex with men who weren’t their husbands, sometimes with more than one at once! I had no idea such things went on, let alone got filmed! Although shocked, I couldn’t stop myself watching them and looking for more. And a lot of what they were doing, Phil and I had never done; the man’s penis in the girl or woman’s mouth, ejaculation over face or breasts, or, God forbid, even IN her mouth! How could the woman let them, I thought. But the more I watched, the more it became obvious that the girls and women actually enjoyed it all. And opening their legs and letting the men kiss and lick them down there, again, something that I had no idea went on and which Phil knew nothing about, either. I first thought ‘that can’t be very nice for the man’, but again, the more I saw, the more I saw how wrong I was. And the females all seemed to enjoy it tremendously, too, often losing control and crying out in passion. Although I loved having intercourse with Phil, I’d never lost control like that. Although I’d come across the word ‘orgasm’ now and again I’d no real idea what it meant, and had certainly never experienced it.

I’m ashamed to say that I found myself getting quite sexually excited during that morning as I read and watched what the internet threw up. Of course, I now realize that some of the videos showed professional porn models, but clearly a lot of the videos were of genuine married women enjoying sex with another man (or other men!). I’m also ashamed to say that as I watched the wives getting and giving so much pleasure from their adultery, I found myself wishing that it could be me in some of the videos. And the reminiscences and stories by the women all seemed to be genuine accounts of their enjoyment.

I couldn’t help thinking about it more and more over the weekend. My initial shock at the whole concept had been replaced by a curiosity that just wouldn’t go away, about what it would be like for me in the unthinkable scenario of actually going through with what Martin wanted. Would it be as good for me as it was in the reminiscences and the videos? By the time Sunday evening came I’d come to the realization that I wanted, no, needed, to know what that sort of pleasure could be like for me, and that Martin could be my only chance to find out. 

But how to tell him, or make it happen? I went to work at the school on Monday morning with absolutely no idea of how to bring the subject up. It was the other chemi-master in the lab in the morning, and Martin in the afternoon. I have to say, he was the perfect gentleman throughout as we both went about our work, and if he did look at me with lustful glances, I certainly didn’t notice.

As we were clearing away after the last of the kids had gone, though, he asked me if I was alright. I took a deep breath. “Well, yes and no,” I replied. “You don’t need to be a genius to work out what’s been occupying my mind all weekend.”

He smiled. He actually has quite a nice smile, I thought, as though I was seeing him in a new light. And deep down, I knew that I was. My heart was thumping as he spoke. “You don’t need to tell me anything you don’t want to, Mandy.”

My heart felt as though it was in my mouth – I could feel the flush rising on my cheeks. “I’ve…..I’ve been sort of doing some internet research about what you said,” I ventured hesitantly. Martin smiled at me again. It sort of relaxed me just a little, although I had no idea about what else I could say.

“Research?” he queried. “Like, about other women’s experiences?”

Suddenly I felt brave, and went for it. “Yes……yes. Look, I’m not saying I’ll go along with what you wrote and what we spoke about, but just say, if we did, how would that work?”

He didn’t speak for a few seconds, but just fixed me with a steady gaze. I felt my resolve weakening. He took my hand in his. “That’s easy, Mandy……it would work however you wanted it to.”

It was almost as though we’d started down the forbidden path as he held my hand. “But I don’t know………..I don’t know anything about this sort of thing!” I blurted out. “I wouldn’t know what to do…….where……when”.

Martin took my other hand as well, and looked steadily into my eyes. “Oh, Mandy, I know you don’t. And that makes you even more desirable, in my eyes. I can sense there’s something awakening in you.”

I couldn’t help myself from bursting into tears again, feeling such a fool. He drew me to him and held me, stroking my hair as I sobbed into his chest. “It’s OK, Mandy, don’t cry,” he said soothingly. “If this is going to happen – and it’s up to you if it does, I won’t press you – just let me take the lead and show you.”

As my crying subsided he turned my tear-stained face up to his, stroking my wet cheek. “Remember the Hot Chocolate song ‘It Started With A Kiss’?” he murmured. Before I could even think about answering our lips were touching – it was like an electric shock. Something gave way inside me, and I pressed my lips to his, I just couldn’t help myself. I knew I shouldn’t, but I also knew I’d passed the point of no return. Martin’s lips were slightly parted, and his tongue flicked against my closed lips.

It was such a strange feeling, like I’d never experienced before. I’d only ever been kissed by Phil before, and it never felt like this. I felt Martin’s tongue probe more insistently against my lips, gently parting them with his probings. My heart was absolutely racing! As I relaxed my mouth, his tongue flickered in and out of my wet mouth, and I could feel my knees weakening with the sensations he was giving me. I leaned against him more heavily, and I felt one hand start to slowly palm my bottom and press me into him.

“Mmmm, Mandy,” he murmured. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

I could, of course; there was no mistaking what was pressing against my belly. Martin’s other hand reached behind me and gently squeezed my other bum-cheek. Now with both hands on my bottom and holding me to him, his palpable lust for me was sending my sex-hormones into a frenzy, and I found myself pressing my belly rhythmically against his erection. Our kissing rapidly grew hotter and more frenzied.

Martin pulled his lips away from mine. “Mandy, oh Mandy!” he said, hoarsely. “I want you so much. If we don’t stop now it’ll mean going the whole way. But I want it to be because you want to, not just me. But if you don’t, we stop now!”

My heart was pounding. One half of me silently screamed ‘No! Stop! This is wrong!’ The other half shouted ‘Go for it, you fool, you need it, you’ll never get another chance!’ Well, you can guess which half won, or this story wouldn’t have been written. I looked straight into Martin’s eyes and nodded. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. “Please, don’t stop!”

He kissed me again. “OK, in the store-cupboard, now!” He walked to the classroom door and locked it. I looked at him in disbelief. “But there’s nothing in there for me to lie down on!”

Martin took my hand. “Oh, Mandy, you’re so innocent! And that innocence is a big part of your attraction for me. There’s a chair in there; that’s all we need. And even if there wasn’t, I’d fuck you standing up. Come on!”

As he led me into the store-room my legs felt like jelly. I knew that pulling out was still an option, but I knew I couldn’t. “Take your tights off,” he said quietly. Without consciously taking the decision to do so, I found myself peeling them off as Martin sat on the chair and undid his trousers. He took my hand again and placed it on his bulging underpants. “Go on, get it out!” he ordered – there was a hint of steel in his voice, and I knew that I had to obey.

With trembling hand I eased down the top of his underpants and exposed the head of his knob. “Right down!” he rasped, lifting himself up. Using both hands, I pulled his trousers and underpants down just far enough to completely expose his hard naked prick and balls.

“Now straddle me, Mandy – one leg either side of me.” Shaking, I did so, and as I did he pulled me down so that his thighs took my weight. I looked down at his cock, now with his hand around it. “M-Martin” I stammered. “It’s much bigger than Phil’s; I don’t think I can – I don’t think I can take it.”

Martin leaned forward and kissed me. “Yes you can, sweetheart, yes you can. You’ll stretch, you’ll see.” I jumped as one hand went straight between my legs and eased into my knickers from the side!

Everything was happening so fast. Here I was, aged 28, being touched in my most intimate place for the first time ever by someone other than my husband! I can’t describe the feeling I was getting as his experienced fingers opened me up in just a few seconds.

“Oh, Mandy, you’re lovely and wet!” he breathed. “You want this as much as I do, don’t you – don’t you?”

I couldn’t answer coherently. “No….. Martin…..I want…..Oh, god!....We shouldn’t……”

“Oh yes we should!” he grinned. “Lift your bottom up.” I had to do as I was told, just had to, and as I did so Martin pulled my knickers down my thighs as far as he could get them. With my knickers stretched to their limit across my thighs he pulled me forward and held his cock upright so that it was touching my vagina. “Press down on it!” he ordered.

I looked blankly at him. “I’ve never – I don’t know what to do – I usually lie on my back for Phil to do it to me.”

A look of total surprise came across his face. “Bloody hell, Mandy – you’re not kidding, are you! No wonder you didn’t know how we were going to do it in here! OK, hold on to my shoulders and push down a bit, while I push up…….. There, can you feel it going in?”

‘What a silly question!’ I thought – ‘Of course I can feel it!’ My mind was in a whirl, though, a complete maelstrom of conflicting thoughts as another man began to penetrate me for the first time ever. As Martin pulsed firmly in and out his cock slid a little deeper into me each time – he was right, I was stretching to take him up me. My brain was racing;……….’I shouldn’t be doing this…….I’m a married woman….. it’s adultery……….I’m betraying Phil……… but it’s about me as well……….I need to know……….another man…………can I do it?......... never had feelings like this……..so dirty……..so nice…………should I let him cum in me? ………….it’s OK, I’m on the Pill………’

“Oh, Mandy, you’re fantastic!” I was jolted into the here and now by Martin’s words. “I’m going to sit still; work your gorgeous cunt up and down on my cock, you beauty; take it right up you…….right up to the hilt………..!”

With my feet on the floor and my hands on his shoulders I did as I was told without question. In only a few pushes of my legs his cock was completely inside me, filling me up more than Phil could ever do. For a moment I just sat there on him, totally impaled. I kissed him. “Oh, Martin!......I feel…….. I can’t describe……..”

Martin kissed me back, passionately. “You’re a beautiful woman, Mandy, just built to be fucked! Now work that lovely cunt up and down on me and make me cum in you – you do want me to cum in you, don’t you? Don’t you?”

His use of the c-word both appalled and inflamed me. In that moment I lost all my reserve and inhibitions as I started moving up and down again on him. “Yes, Martin, oh yes!......Cum in me, cum in me if you want………. This is so rude………so dirty!........”

In a few moments I was thrashing up and down on his cock in wild abandon, completely lost in the new feelings coursing through me. In the small warm room both our faces were covered with perspiration. I knew I had never been so wet down there, and the delicious moist sounds of our illicit coupling seemed to be magnified in the small space, turning me on even more. As I abandoned my self-control more and more in the sheer animal passion of it all and flogged my body up and down on him, Martin deftly undid my blouse and then unclipped my front-loading bra. As my liberated breasts swung free his hands were all over them, squeezing, fondling, holding them.

“God, Mandy!” he exclaimed hoarsely. “Your tits are magnificent! Oh, shit, it’s starting, I can’t keep this up, you’re making me cum, I’m gonna cum!”

“Oh!......Oh!.......Yes, Martin, cum in me, CUM IN ME!..........AAAAAAAAAAH, OH, GOD, I CAN FEEL IT CUMMING!”

As his sperm flooded into me I ground my mouth down on his, my tongue seeking his. I’d never ever had such a feeling before, and I knew in that instant I’d want it, no, need it, again. After a few more pumps Martin threw his arms around me, panting, and held me against him to still me. His eyes looked glazed over! “Mandy, oh, Mandy!” he breathed. “No-one’s made me feel that good for a very long time!”

A surge of pride swept through me at his words. As we sat there locked in our lewd coupling I kissed him tenderly and lovingly as I felt his cock soften and slowly slip out of me. “Martin (kiss)……I can’t tell you (kiss)……..I’ve never had a feeling like that (kiss)………..not ever. Thank you so much! (kiss)”

He started to slowly recover his equilibrium. “You’re such a beautiful and sensual woman, Mandy; it’s so sad that you’ve had to wait so long for such enjoyment. Phil’s never brought out those feelings for you, has he?”

“No, he hasn’t. But it’s not his fault, it’s just the way things are. And I do love him……..but…….but…….”

“But you need more than he can give you, don’t you?”

Again, my mind was in a whirl. But I had to be honest, to Martin, and most importantly, to myself. “Oh, Martin, I’m so confused…………..Yes, I suppose I know now, yes, I do!”

Martin smiled at me. “Well, I’m not going to fuck you again.”

My bottom lip trembled. “Did I say something wrong? You said……..”

At that moment I caught the twinkle in his eye. “I’m not going to just fuck you again, Mandy. I want us to make love, easily, deliciously, slowly – I want to teach you about your body, how to really enjoy it, how to please a man, what to do, for you to learn what you like best out of the wonderful world of eroticism and lovemaking. You deserve it, you really do, and I’m going to love being your teacher. There’s so much more than just lying on your back and letting Phil into you and him bouncing up and down until he cums.”

“Don’t make fun of Phil, Martin, he’s a good man. He just doesn’t know anything else.”

“Sorry, Mandy, I wasn’t trying to make fun of him. I’ve met him when you’ve brought him to staff parties, and he’s a nice guy, clearly besotted with you. And he doesn’t know how lucky he his! Come on, we can’t stay here like this forever, more’s the pity!”

I stood up and swung my leg back over, pulling up my knickers as I did so. Martin also stood up, and did up his trousers. As I went to fasten my bra he caught my hand and stopped me. “Here, let me,” he smiled. “I love undressing a beautiful woman, but dressing this gorgeous woman again just after I’ve fucked her is such a turn-on, too!”

His use of the f-word about me sent a shot of hormones coursing through my veins. “Oh, Martin,” I breathed as I let him fasten my bra and start to do up my blouse. “When can we……..you know………when could we find time?”

He kissed me as he did up the last button. “Well, we’ve got a staff inset day next week, haven’t we? I think that there might just be a need for us to be absent for the afternoon, for you to help me do research from home. If you want to do research, that is?”

I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. “Oh, yes……oh, yes, Martin……….I want us to do all the research I need!”

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