A Not So Prim & Proper Wife Ch. 02

His dick had hardened, and now was pulsing along her thigh, like a lizard sunning itself, while her delicate fingers reached down to collect it, her perfect French manicure gleaming in the subdued light of their bedchamber. Long, slow, soft strokes caressed his throbbing member, as he slid his hand down to her heat, fingers dancing along her runway fur. Their lips rarely broke contact, even speaking to each other as they kissed.

"I love your body." He said.

"I love your cock." She moaned. "Make me scream your name until everyone knows I am your wife!" Her hips started to rotate and rock, her body growing as heated as his was, and eager to mate.

His fingers danced in circles down her landing strip to her notched-V panties, and then found it. Her hot button, and he began to tease it, soft circles that made her voice sing a long soft wail of pleasure, the endless teasing of her nerves making her core rev up and grow warm. Her moistness was flowing, until her love-juices were leaking through her lace protection, and then coated his fingers as he delved lower, long, soft strokes caressing her petals, each touch making her new for more. "Please..." she was almost begging. "Make love to me. Make me your woman!"

To punctuate her neediness, her hands left his body, and reached to her waist, to start to slide her thong off of her hips, hoping he would take the hint. Instead he took the new-found territory as an opportunity to do what she asked, to make her scream until the whole neighborhood knew she was his wife. His hand now slid with firmer pressure, until her folds separated, opening her love-canal to him, and then he gently introduced his middle finger into her, crooking it to slide along her inner walls. His finger pad caressed her sweet spot, and that made her whole body flex, the bolt of sheer sexual joy taking control of her body.

Noticing her reaction, he did it again, and her body flexed, the wave of raw sexual tension building inside her. He slowly began to finger-fuck her, making sure to massage her raw, sensitive nerve endings, making her hips rock, and her body flex, as her voice began to whine. Each stroke of his finger made her voice grow higher and louder, her mind lost in the pleasures of man on woman. Her tunnel began to flex, to clamp down on his finger, her kegel muscles reacting as nature intended, to tease her lover's manhood into successfully inseminating her.

He kept up the strokes, going faster and faster, his wife's sweet voice now erotically whining, the sound making his cock start to leak his pre-emission on her silken thigh. Each stroke of her pussy made her louder and louder, until her voice became a high, tight steady whine, only to be silenced by a violent shuddering of her body, as her climax blew through her, making her scream in orgasmic bliss, her sharp scream echoing off the walls.

The crescendo having her body heated to an extreme, Dan gave little time to let his wife recover, and he slid between her legs, using one knee, and then the other, to part her quivering thighs. He looked down into her blue eyes, the love she felt obvious in her gaze, as he had that goofy smile men have, the one where men are a bit abashed to admit their heart, and yet his eyes spoke volumes of love in return.

His shaft began to contact her folds, and his hips began to dry-hump her, the camel-toe slide coating the top of his manhood with her juices, and yet teasing her with the carnal temptations of his being inside her. She looked up to him, her voice softly pleading. "Please... please... make me a mother."

Holding her wrists above her head with one hand, the other grasped his turgid rod and slid it up and down, ensuring he was well-coated in lubrication, as well as her gates open to him, each of his movements having the desired effect of refilling the broken dam of female lust. As his head engaged with her opening, he gave just the tiniest of thrusts. "You are taking my cum woman, no birth control today."

Just his words made her start to try and hump her hips to him, an attempt to make his throbbing baby-maker slide deeper into her. The talk of babies had been considered a taboo subject, as though she was ready and wanting, he did not feel they were financially stable enough to have children. He always had a box of latex at hand, in case the moment ever struck them, but there would not be a baby until he felt they were ready. Evidently his promotion had changed all of that, and the baby-talk had made Tessa grow white-hot in need.

His shaft slowly sunk into her, the long, slow, and insistent invasion making her voice whimper as she was impaled, and her voice spurred him along. His thrusts started almost immediately, deep and slow, followed by shorter, faster strokes, his hips swaying from side to side, to make her feel every vein and bump on his shaft. Her voice again started to whine, only with a louder start, and her lips started to form words. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Fuck your baby into me! Make your wife pregnant!"

Dan simply let nature take over and his own thrusts became more insistent, and more demanding, the sight of her body jolted by his pelvis smacking hers, her pearl taking the beating of joy, as her hips rotated, her legs up, and toes pointed to the ceiling, her adjustments making her feel every heartbeat of sexual pleasure, until he was near, and his thrusting turned into spasms. He was close, and he then yelled the magic words. "I'm fucking my baby into you!"

The very concept of having her husband's child fulfilled every fantasy such a prim and proper wife would have, and it sent her over the edge a second time, just as his own thrusts ended with a final slam of his cock as hard as he could, pushing his cock as far as he could reach to her depths. Tessa screamed in pleasure as dollops of his semen jetted into her, a small travel to her cervix, which was sipping, first into nothingness, and then the tiny puddle of his seed, until it could scoop his genetic material into her womb, where it could hunt for an egg to fertilize and take root.

Collapsing, they were both a hot, sweaty tangle of arms and legs, Tessa's curled-toe feet falling widely, as she was spent. Gently, and lovingly kissing in the afterglow of such a loud sexual tryst, they had not heard the first calls of 'hello' from the neighbor. They hadn't heard the second call after, of "Hey, are you okay in there?" But they both heard the doorbell when it rang twice in immediate succession.

"Oh, shit!" Dan muttered, and he scrambled off of his wife, and started to look for his clothes. He was still scanning the room for his boxers, when his wife spoke with a giggle. "It's okay, honey, I'm still dressed. I've got it."

Making her way to the front of the house, she tried to smooth her dress, to ensure she wasn't revealing herself, but there was no mistaking her freshly-fucked appearance, including the small smear and trail of seed starting to trail down her leg. Looking to the neighbor, Robert, she smiled to him as he spoke.

"Umm... Sorry to interrupt you, but the front door was wide open. I just wanted to make sure you were okay." He spoke smoothly as his eyes feasted on Tessa and her sexy appearance. It was there his fantasy was born, of fucking Tessa until she had his child in her. Standing there, dressed up, and her hair and makeup mussed, and her gait a little wobbly, she looked like Robert's dream girl.

Reaching for the door, she smiled to him pleasantly. "Yes, yes, we're fine," and she giggled. "Very fine, in fact. I'm so sorry we disturbed you."

Robert took this as their desire to have what would pass for privacy for the rest of the evening, and there was no mistaking Tessa's locking the door to ensure it was closed. That night Robert would masturbate three times fantasizing of Tessa in various lewd and salacious ways.

Dan emerged from his office, only to find the den vacant. Walking to the kitchen, he noticed her note and read it, frowning thoughtfully. Looking at the clock, he realized that they had shared the same house for over twelve hours and he had not spoken to her once. Of course, his day had his own share of shit, so he didn't really mind her being uncomfortable. In fact, he hoped she had just a bit of it, herself.

He had to admit, she had out-done herself in the way she had been dressed, and looked at once proper, and yet unbelievably sexy. Were he not so angry with her, he would have dropped everything he was doing and ravished her until they were both spent. He had a momentary smile, imagining her thrown to the ground, her skirt splayed widely, her shock giving him time to sexually assault her, leaping between her legs and lifting her skirt to her waist, while his raging hard-on shoved hard inside her, furious thrusts to make his cock empty his balls, draining of his semen into her. It would be wild, animalistic fucking at its finest.

His mind made-up, he made his way out the back door, as Tessa would have to take the long way, where he can shoot directly across the backyards of a few neighbors and get there when she did, if not even before. The darkness helped hide his movements, and nobody saw him as he trespassed, winding up in the back of the park in a relatively short order.

Tessa, for her part was non-plussed to find company joining her. The form was tall, and being night, the lighting was weak, and marked the lone figure in silhouette. He was thin, and taller than her, but then many were, but definitely not her husband. He could be Ofi, a fact she did not relish, but other than that, she had no idea who was coming her way.

"Hey, Mrs. L..." the deep voice greeted. "What'er you doin' here?"

It took Tessa a moment to recall the voice. "Andre. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Janice, or whoever your girlfriend of the week is?" The tone and tension in her voice clearly displayed her disdain for the young man. He had a history of being a troublemaker, and a womanizer of some repute, at least amongst the girls. The young man, had, in fact, been one of the chief motivators of her idea to create the program to transfer all of the problem children in the first place. It also would have the side-benefit of getting the wise-ass out of her classes and into someone else's. To her way of thinking the young man was the sole reason she was in this predicament in the first place!

The tall, thin, black youth gave her a happy-go-lucky grin, and he let his eyes feast on her trim, yet buxom figure as he spoke. "Nah, she got buggin' me too much. Time to move on, yanno?" he replied, his eyes never reaching hers, but instead stopping at her well-formed breasts, the grapes on top firm and visibly displaying themselves through the thin, red, silky satin. "What'er you doin' here? Looking for fun?" The question ended with a bit of a leer, and some unabashed hope in his eyes.

Tessa gave Andre a sarcastic tilt of her head, and a condescending snort. "Trust me, Andre, my business is none of yours. In fact, I should be heading back home, my husband should be waiting for me."

Andre had the temerity to reach out and actually collect her by the arm, and held her on her feet. "Wait, Mr.s L... I just wanna' talk."

Her eyes went to look at the long fingers on her upper arm, and she so she paused, hesitating. She already had enough turmoil, and now some kid was wanting to bare his soul, perhaps? She was torn between her current troubles, and the desire to truly help people in need. Making a decision, she held still, and spoke in her teacher-voice. "Let go of me, Andre. What do you want?" she spoke in her teacher-voice.

Andre, for his part was at a loss himself. He had known his teacher was pretty hot, but like this, she was a sexy beast in heels, and his own cock was stirring. Out of reaction he did release the woman's arm, and stammered. He was stuck trying to find anything to say to keep this woman in front of him like this, while he figured out a way to get inside her panties. The fact she was one of his teachers meant next to nothing to him. He had long-outgrown school, and was just punching his ticket by doing the bare-minimums until he could get out.

"It... it's like this, Mrs. L. I ain't got a girl like you. One who's pretty and not so dumb, and won't fly off the handle if I even look across the room." He began. "A real woman, instead o' some bitch who thinks she knows mo' then she really do." Then he started with some mindless drivel about how forlorn he felt, while he managed to square off and stand in front of Tessa, essentially trapping her with her backside against the picnic table.

Tessa had relaxed once she felt back in control, getting the young man to release her by a simply voice command. Leaning back, she turned her full attention to him, as she asked what was going on, and then nodding her head softly to acknowledge his words. She had crossed her legs at the ankles out of habit, and was leaning there, when Andre had squared off to her, placing her feet between his legs. She was completely unaware that Dan was watching, and listening.

She listened, and began the well-intoned speech that all adults have in mind when speaking to someone who was either feeling badly, or was insecure. "Well, Andre... I am sure you will find that right girl for you. I know that you seem to draw girls to you like flies, but someday the right woman will fall into your arms, and then you'll both be happy. In fact, I'm sure..." and that was the last she managed to say, before Andre's lips smashed to hers and his tongue began to press forward.

Being only an arm's length from her, Andre was easily able to surprise Tessa, and start to kiss her, while his hands started getting busy on her body. Dark hands on her chest, he grabbed a handful of her breasts in each, and groped firmly, pushing her backwards at the same time. The act started to bend Tessa backwards uncomfortably, and as he pressed, she had little defense and to save herself from injury, she lifted her legs, spreading them outside his thighs. Were she in a tight skirt, she'd still have her modesty in play, but the full circle of silky material spread for her easily, and as she landed on her back, her legs bent, knees above her waist, the hem of the skirt fell to her torso, exposing herself to him. The action also forced the lewd kiss to break, but not until he had gotten a good taste of her, and she him.

"Stop this, Andre! Right now!" she demanded.

"Shee-it! Mrs. L., you ain't wearing no panties? Hell, I nevah' figgered you for one o' them thong bitches. You musta' be lookin' for some cock, ain'tcha?" Andre started to leer. "Well, I'm gonna' help you!" and he then reached down and dug into his gym pants, and pulled out his dark rod, the semi-hard flesh throbbing and growing with every beat of his heart. Laying it atop her vulva, he started to dry hump her, letting the velvety tool slide back and forth and caress her petals, the action starting to arouse the sexually needy wife.

"Dammit, Andre! Get... OFF of me!" she cried out, trying to deny him. "I'm married!" she grunted as her hands pushed against his chest, the loose jacket denying Tessa any real purchase to grab or even use to push. Her hands still tried to push him away, as he towered above her, his hands still on her boobs, squeezing and mauling them as his cock finally reached a hardness he felt sufficient to go to work. Finally, she resorted to grabbing his wrists, and squeezing for all her might. It was like trying to squeeze a handrail, however, and though he was not exceptionally strong, his wiry build, and adrenaline-fueled efforts easily withstood her defenses.

As Daniel approached from a distance, he could see the soft feminine form of a woman and the half-naked form of a man. Creeping closer, the moans and pleas of his wife made voice recognition easy, and he knew it was Tessa with the man. Staying in the shadows, he tried to stay hidden, so he could see what his wife was up to. He knew he should show himself, but a part of him wanted to see Tessa hurt. He was still angry with her, despite his decision to see her. Maybe part of his plan had been to assault her in the darkness, and maybe force himself upon her without her knowing who it was. Any way to get back at her. He had no idea how, but he wanted his wife to hurt like she had hurt him. But this person she evidently knew was mucking up his ill-formed plan, or lack thereof. Still unsure of what to do, he stayed hidden while he watched.

"Say what ya' want, but I knows you want it!" and then she started to slide his cock up and down her slit, the slickness she had been generating nearly all day giving him the wrong message. In the few rubs it took to coat his cockhead, he then shifted balance and aimed for her depths, a firm, full thrust all that was needed to begin to slide into the taut, tight woman.

As his sword began to push, her body gave way, and it reacted, not caring how her mind and heart felt about this. Her back arched, and her lips parted as she took a deep intake of a gasp, her voice demonstrating the sexual pleasure of his rod delving inside her. Eyes rolled back in her head for a moment, she was completely overtaken by the initiation of sex, much like she had with Ofi. It was not a feeling she ever had with her husband, whose girth did not match either illicit lover, nor did his dominance. Daniel always asked, while these men took.

"Fuck, Andre! Pull out!" She demanded, as her back suddenly arched, her eyes rolling back in her head. She couldn't speak for a moment as his cock took over her body, and she moaned, her now-lover's hands on the back of her thighs, forcing her knees to her ribcage, and allowing him the fullest of accesses to her womb. It took several thrusts of feed his length fully into her, but he wasted no time in starting to cycle his hips.

Dan stood there, in shock, watching his wife getting sexually assaulted. He took quick stock of his resources. No keys, no anything sharp, just the change in his pocket and some cash. He didn't even have his cell phone on him! His shoes were soft-soled tennis shoes, and he was wearing shorts and a polo shirt. He knew he was going to have to intervene, and perhaps get his ass kicked, but he had to do something. He was stirring up his convictions to spring to the rescue as his wife spoke.

"Andre! Listen to me! I might be pregnant, or you might get me pregnant. But..." and she had to release a moan as Andre's cock massaged her tunnel, making her feel that special extra pang of pleasure. "I am begging you to stop! Leave me alone, and I won't" and she moaned again. "say anything... but if I get pregnant because of you," and yet another moan. "I'm going to see you rot in jail!" and she had to release a few quick mews and moans, as his cock was thrusting into her, faster and faster, Andre's own excitement building.

Andre, however did no such thing. This was his chance, and he knew it. Fuck the hot teacher, or go away with his tail tucked, and frustrated? Not in his lifetime. "Shut up, bitch! I'm breedin' you for the fuck of it!" and he emphasized his point by slamming hard into her, again and again, making her voice mew repeatedly. His hand shifted to her now-exposed clit, and he began to twiddle and tease that, too, which made Tessa do nothing more than moan and mew, her hands falling aside.

Tessa tried to get out her last gasp of reason, before she was his to be had. She could feel her will weakening. She loved sex, and had discovered that the power Ofi had in his passion had made her head spin, and sent her own views and ideals off-kilter about what to expect from sex. Andre was further doing the same thing. Sadly, both men, even in coerced or forced situations, were better lovers than her husband, and her body knew it. "Andre!" she mewed. "I belong to my" her voice moaned loudly. "husband! I'm not for you!" and then she squealed softly.