Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 11

Lacey would always excitedly share her work stories with Derrick. He, unlike a lot of husbands, was always excited to hear them. Sure, she left out all the parts that involved her having sex with other men. But even without that stuff, the stories were interesting enough to hold anyone's attention. It was funny though, when she mentioned meeting this famous football player, her husband mentioned that he was on his fantasy team. She laughed to herself at this, thinking that after what he did to her, he'd be on her permanent fantasy team as well.

She was always happy to explain all the good things her and her organization had done, all these good deeds and impressive events. And Derrick was always happy to hear her out, as were others. She always spoke with such passion about her work that it was infectious.

This was especially evident one time when her and Derrick were out on a date at a restaurant. She was telling one of her work stories, about all the good they were doing, and it caught the attention of an older couple next to them. The man wasn't especially good looking, but he seemed friendly enough, as did his wife. They'd overheard her talking about her charity, and they couldn't help but ask more about it. Lacey was always happy to chat up anyone about her work and make new friends, and while the man she was talking to kept things totally above board, she suspected something else. He gave the occasional glance at her immense cleavage, which sent signals to her that maybe he was simply trying to chat up a sexy woman more than anything else, even in front of his wife. But he participated and seemed interested in her charity. He claimed he own a business that would love to help out. She took his card and promised to meet.

His tone was far different the second time they met. Turns out, their business was very small, a mom and pop owned place that repaired appliances. There wasn't really any crossover with what they did and her work, and judging by the size of the business, they weren't exactly swimming in cash either. And with his wife not around as she visited the back office of their business after they'd closed, the man was far different. His friendly, fatherly veneer was gone, and he would let himself look at the young wife's body without restraint. His cool, unflinching glare reminded her of Bruce, and it sent shivers through her. She tried to keep things about work, but it became clear he had nothing to offer her there, a fact he admitted. When, mildly annoyed, she asked about why she was even there, he sat back with a confident, evil grin on his face and replied.

"Well," he began. "You were sitting with your husband on a date, and I was sitting next to my wife. I tried to focus on her, but I had this 10 out of 10 babe with tits as big as volleyballs next to me. And now, I've gotten both of our spouses out of the picture, and I've gotten myself alone with you. So... what do you think I want?" he asked, a wolfish smile on his face.

She didn't exactly like being lied to in regard to him helping out with her charity. That being said, she couldn't help but admire the hustle and swagger it took on his part to get her to this spot. He was right... he'd taken a situation where she was with her husband in a private moment and had turned it so it had benefited him. He'd deftly gotten their spouses out of the way so he could be alone with her and her hot body, so he had an impressive arrogance to him. And deep down, she'd suspected something with this guy, even from the start.

So, yes, she was a little annoyed with him. But she did still have sex with him, riding his big, mature cock in his office. And he was a mean one too, being truly rough and demanding with the young wife. The fatherly veneer he'd once had was completely gone thanks to her, and that only drove her wilder with pleasure.

For a woman who'd been so dedicated to her husband before the previous Christmas, she was really good at cheating on him. Being slutty and sharing her hot body with random men really ended up being a natural fit for her. As time went on, she got more and more confident with the new her. When her and Derrick would go out to a social event, and she would wear a form-fitting dress that would highlight her luscious body, she could feel the attention from all the men in the room. And her sixth sense for men who could handle her only grew stronger. Her first time with Bruce and her experiences afterwards had injected with a level of sexiness that made her mouthwatering to those around her. Even without going all the way with all these men, she had what it took to make just about any of them weak in the knees.

She had developed a type, probably formed by her experience with Bruce. Her tastes quickly veered towards older men, as the majority of her experiences had been with them. Some five, some ten, some twenty, some even over thirty years older than her. Experienced, confident older men who knew what they wanted and how to get it just did it for her. And when that thing they wanted was her hot ass, and they had the nuts to back it up, she was typically happy to oblige them. They were so different than her kind, nice, loving husband that it almost made the betrayal feel less potent. If these men were similar to her husband, that would make the betrayal sear more, wouldn't it?

She still hooked up with Bruce whenever she could, and she had all these other encounters with other men too. That's not counting all the flirtatious moments she'd had with other men behind Derrick's back, teasing them with her hot body. But it was surprising to learn that despite all these fantastic encounters she'd had with older men , that maybe her most memorable experience, other than Bruce, was with a younger man.

Derrick worked as a teacher at a pretty nice high school a few towns over from Deerberg. It was a pretty prestigious place, which made it all the more notable that he was able to get a job there teaching physics. He was a really smart guy, and he really deserved this kind of shot. He was the youngest among the faculty, and the new guy, so he was nervous about fitting in at first. But he needn't have worried. He was incredibly friendly and likeable, and he knew his stuff, so he was popular right away with both his coworkers and his students.

Near the end of the school year, there was a big event organized for the senior class. Like a cookout, barbeque type thing, with games and a raffle for prizes. The faculty helped organize it, and it was always pretty fun. Since Lacey was a lot better at organizing big events, Derrick enlisted her to help, and like the good wife she was, she was happy to assist. And honestly, she loved this type of thing, putting events together, so it was no work at all really. When the day came, everything started out smoothly. The faculty typically brought spouses, and since his wife had helped put things together, there was no doubt Derrick was bringing Lacey along.

This, in retrospect, was a mistake.

That mistake was pretty obvious looking back. You put an unknown, smoking hot babe in her early twenties around a bunch of horny, arrogant 18-year-old guys, she was bound to get some attention. She wasn't trying to stand out. She wore a simple, yellow, cotton sundress, being a good professional wife for her husband while being dressed comfortably for an outdoor event. But she was just so fucking hot that a lot of eyes inevitably ended up on her.

She looked incredible. The thin yellow dress was cut in such a way where it showcased the size of her incredible breasts without making her look fat. Instead of the material simply draping off her massive, round boobs, it contoured to her shape, emphasizing the size and roundness of her large bust while highlighting her trim waist. The bottom of the dress was very flowy, allowing her freedom to move, but when she was standing still, the thin material highlighted her heart-shaped ass. It didn't show much cleavage, but with boobs her size, showing a little was unavoidable. Her arms were bare as the dress was held on by straps of material around her shoulders. And the lower halves of her legs were bare too, her feet clad in flip flops, completing the ensemble, looking like a sunny, blonde summer goddess.

A lot of the students were very preppy and cliquey, so they ended up hanging out in small groups during this whole event. A lot of the male students would keep glancing over at Lacey, giving her nervous stares, wondering who this hot babe was gracing them with her presence. She kept her head above it, though, keeping things professional. Other than the whole having sex with other men thing, she was a good, supportive wife, and she was trying not to cause Derrick any problems. And besides... she wasn't too many years removed from having to deal with this type of guy, and with those memories still fresh, she wasn't looking forward to dealing with that type of bro-y, jock, douchebag again.

It was amazing with these high school seniors, Lacey realized. Some of them looked like kids, totally unprepared for what comes next. And some of them looked a few years older than they were, way too confident in themselves, way too assured that everything was gonna go their way. That being said, with what she heard about some of the parents of these students, some of them indeed probably didn't have to worry about their futures.

Lacey kept her head down, sticking close to Derrick, helping where she could. Luckily, there was that natural un-coolness that comes from students talking to teachers, so she was mostly kept out of the fray in terms of interacting with the students. Unfortunately for her, Derrick was the cool teacher, so it wasn't long before a student made his way over. Lacey kept her head down, not paying attention the moment he approached her husband.

"Hey Mr. M..." the student said, coming up to them.

"Hey, Devin!" Derrick said with a warm greeting. "Having fun?"

They chatted amiably for a few minutes about the event, and summer plans, and about class memories, stuff like that. Clearly, this was one of Derrick's students, and they had a friendly relationship. Lacey kept herself busy during this conversation, at least until she was addressed personally.

"So, is this your wife, Mr. M?" he asked with a seemingly friendly smile, and seeing no more avoiding it, she turned to look at the new presence. And almost immediately, she was taken aback.

You know how she was thinking how some of the students look like children, and some of them looked older and more mature than their 18 years? Yeah... this guy, Devin... he was of the latter type.

Lacey was wowed. This young man, this student... he was shockingly hot. Just... wow. Taller, a head taller than Derrick. Lean, fit, and athletic, a Lacrosse player, he seemed to have grown up well, filling out in a way most of his peers hadn't. He dressed very well to highlight his fit, attractive body. On top of that, he was extremely good looking, with a nice tan, deep eyes and a cute smile. He had light brown hair, well-coiffed, showing he put work into his image. He seemed the type, too, kinda having the preppy, semi-douchey air about him. However, the work he put into himself clearly paid off.

So, he was this young, handsome, good looking young man, an 18-year-old, one of her husband's students. She'd dealt with so many guys just like this him when she was that age, not so long ago, but something about him was different. Something made him stand out from his peers. After taking one look at this young man, she realized something.

She was going to have sex with him.

She tried to shake this thought from her mind immediately. No... no! She couldn't do it with him. He was young, younger than her! Sure, he was 18, but no, she couldn't. She couldn't jeopardize her husband's place in the school by having sex with one his students! No, maybe she was wrong. Maybe that was a disruptive thought or something. But looking at him, looking into his eyes for the first time, she got those same vibes she got from all those other men she ended up having sex with. The powerful, dominant, alpha men who could fuck her fucking brains out. This preening young douchebag? No... it couldn't be.

She was nothing but polite as her husband introduced them, ignoring all these alarm bells. And Devin was nothing but polite as well. He was definitely a charmer, telling Derrick what a great life he had. He was a great teacher, friendly, and he had this gorgeous wife to go home to. She smiled and thanked him, but those alarms were getting louder. He wasn't too obvious about it, but he was a sweet talker for sure, injecting little innocent comments which communicated that he thought Lacey was a total babe, comments that went by Derrick but sent up flags for the now experienced young wife. He said things to Derrick like "you're a lucky man,", and "I bet all the other guys here are envious of you," stuff like that, mixing it into the conversation without being too obvious about it. And when Derrick got called away by the principal, leaving Devin and Lacey alone, that fact became clearer. When they looked at each other again, she spoke up.

"You're a troublemaker..." she said, trying to make her tone firm but ending up coming across more like a flirtatious purr. He grinned at her but acted innocent.

"People say I'm charming," he replied.

"Well, some 'people' might need to get out more," she replied. At this, he held up his hands, smiling.

"No offense, meant, ma'am," he said, sounding full of shit.

"I'm not a 'ma'am'," she replied, smiling, trying to keep things friendly, again probably sounding a bit more flirtatious than intended. "I'm not that much older than you."

"I can tell," he replied. "Makes a guy like me think he has a chance with you..." he teased with a big grin. At this, she rolled her eyes.

"Well guys like you need to realize I'm a married woman, and they wouldn't have a chance," she replied sweetly but decisively, finally getting a hold of herself.

"Hey... I'm better than those other guys," he replied, smirking, looking back at his friends. "They're all conspiring to get one of them to come over here and ask you if your boobs are real. Me..." he said, putting his hand over his heart. "I'm above that sort of thing. I just wanted to warn you in case one of those assholes does something like that."

"Well, it's appreciated," she replied curtly, some of the humor gone from her voice. Sensing that any chance he might have had was gone, he simply nodded and stepped away. She watched him go, about to head back towards his group of friends before getting pulled into a conversation with another teacher.

Lacey had to clear her head. What was wrong with her? She'd dealt with guys like that all the time back in high school and college, easily shooing them away. Yet this cocky prick makes her blood rush? Was this a misfire inside her? Had to be. Devin was SO not her type. Not by a long shot. He was cute, though...

If she had any doubts about his intentions for her, they were answered a little later that day. She was cleaning up in one of the tents when she heard the familiar voice of Devin, finally reconvening with his group of friends behind the tent she was in.

"So, did you ask her?" one his friends asked.

"No! You think I'm fucking stupid?" Devin replied, his tone less polished and slick around his buddies.

"It was your fucking idea, bro!" another friend defended.

"Dude, I'm gonna do one better! I'm not gonna ask her if her tits are fake... I'm gonna get my hands on them and find out for myself!" Devin boasted.

"Yeah... sure," one of his friends said sarcastically.

"Trust me! That bitch knows what she's doing. She's a little tease. Mr. M doesn't know it, but I can tell. She wanted it! She was practically dying to choke on my cock!" Devin stated, but some of his friends seemed unconvinced. "Look at me... these hands are gonna end up on those tits! Trust me... I have a plan. It's gonna happen."

"How'd they look up close?"

"Dude... there are even bigger up close!" Devin said. "Jesus, they're fucking watermelons! I could barely stop staring! And when she talks... they jiggle in just the right way. I mean, God damn... I can't wait to hose down those knockers with jizz. Fuck..." he said to himself.

They soon turned the conversation to other topics before walking away, but Lacey listened to the whole thing. And if there were any questions of her attraction to the smug, arrogant young man, her gushing pussy and rock hard nipples said otherwise.

She really did try to fight against this strange pull towards this cocky young man. She knew it was bad news to do anything with a student at her husband's school. She could just imagine a guy like him bragging to all his buddies about banging his teacher's wife. Sure, she'd had her own fun at her husband's expense, but she did a good job at keeping that stuff removed from her life with Derrick. This would be too much of a risk. Yet, why couldn't she shake this attraction towards him?

She was well cared for in the days and weeks after this meeting, of course, finding satisfaction from her dalliances with Bruce and a couple other guys. But her attraction to that cocky prick was still there, and it was affecting her decision making.

Not long after they first met, he reached out to her online, friending her on Facebook. It would be rude to deny him that, right? And rejecting something like that could raise questions, couldn't it? He was already friends with Derrick on Facebook... it would be weird if she rejected him. So she allowed it, vowing not to engage with him, planning only to be friendly. But he was not on the same page. As soon as they became friends, he would start sending private messages, being flirtatious but not overdoing it, hoping not to push her away. He only turned it up a bit in an effort to get her to reply back, and even her curt urging for him to cut it out was a victory in his mind.

The ice broken, she would talk back to him every so often, often telling him to stop, but he was so damn persistent that her tone softened. He was working so hard to get in her pants that she couldn't help but allow him a grudging respect. It didn't take long for their tone to turn more conversational, despite her previous efforts. At some point, he got ahold of her phone number, but she swore she didn't give it to him. So, their conversation soon went solely to texting. And despite still telling herself that she wasn't gonna do anything with him, that it would be too huge a risk to hook up with him and that she didn't even like him, she was texting with him back and forth all the time, far more than she did with Derrick.

They were texting so often that it became impossible to fully hide her attraction towards him, despite her best efforts. Even her dismissals of him were tinged with flirtation, and she couldn't say that she wasn't enjoying herself. The subtle teasing and flirting soon became more overt. They started sending pictures to each other, fully clothed but still teasing. This evolved into more revealing pictures, him in swim trunks, her in a very revealing bikini she'd never worn for Derrick. This was a slippery slope, she told herself, knowing where this was going. But she couldn't slow things down. Eventually, they were just sending full-on nudes to each other, him exposing his big hard cock and giant swollen balls to her. And her exposing her perfectly formed, heart-shaped ass and her giant, bare tits for him. Despite all her efforts at trying to stop this early on, they were on a one way track to one thing, and nothing could stop that now. Lacey's first thought after seeing Devin that very first time was that she was going to have sex with him. And her premonition had been proven accurate.