Ms Myers Pt. 01

-- All characters are over the age of 18. Themes involve cheating, manipulation, bondage, and noncon. --

Jane threw her keys on the table, slamming the door behind her.  It had been an especially stressful day at school today and she just wanted to forget it.  She had been teaching at the Charles Hastings High School for just 3 months now, a tough school, known for its rowdy and disrespectful students.

Jane had always been strict and authoritative with her students, but at her last school she had also been respected.  It had taken her 10 years to build her reputation as a strict but fair educator and then out of nowhere, her husband announced he had been promoted and they needed to move.

After two months, she finally found an opening in their new city at Charles Hastings High, but it had not gone as well as she'd hoped. Perhaps it was the stress of the move and having to change schools but she'd quickly developed a reputation for being a bitch. 

Today had been the worst day yet. She'd suspended Chris Smith, one of her most disruptive students. Chris was 18 years old, older than the other students, after having been held back twice over the span of his 14 years of schooling. An hour before the end of the day, he had simply refused to follow her instructions. Then when they were in the middle of a literature lesso, he made a coarse joke about her large breasts. She'd thrown him out of class and gave him three days of suspension.

Jane opened the cupboard and opened a new bottle of red wine. *Fuck it* she thought, pouring herself a generous glass.

She drank it quickly, feeling the wine burn her throat as it went down. After just the first glass she was already feeling the effects, feeling a warm buzz spread through her body, relaxing her tensed muscles.

She heard her phone ping to alert her of a voice message.  She looked at it briefly, but didn't recognize the number that had left the message so she ignored it.   After finishing her second glass, she was feeling much better.

She looked at the clock and realized her husband should be home soon.  She debated on starting dinner, but she really wasn't in a mood to cook.  James had been busy at work since their move, some days spending 12 hours or more at the office.  The entire move had put a bit of a strain on their 9 year marriage and she thought much of that was on her.  She felt some resentment for having to move, to leave her job and her friends behind.  But she knew it was a great move for James and his career and she was trying hard to be positive and support him.

She'd been especially hard on him over the past few days and felt guilty as she sat sipping her third glass of merlot.  She loved James and didn't want to make her misery his misery.  He'd really done nothing wrong.

Earlier that day he had sent her a text message that he may be running a bit late but that he couldn't wait to see her. *Hope you're ready for me, I've been hard all day thinking about you* it read.  She had smiled at the message, James wasn't usually one to "sext".

She thought back to a conversation they'd had months earlier, when after several drinks, James shared a fantasy he'd been harbouring about experimenting with BDSM.  Specifically he'd wanted to tie her up and have sex with her.  It really wasn't that risque at all, but she had always been rather conservative, and at the time she had kind of brushed him off.   But the truth was, lately she had been feeling increasingly bored with their routine. 

She would have never considered herself the type to enjoy anything kinky, but after months of stress at work and the monotony of married life, she found herself sitting here curious about James's fantasy. She began feeling a curious mix of excitement and anxiety each time she thought of it. She was intrigued and her inhibitions seemed to have faded with the half bottle of wine.

She suddenly had an idea that sent a thrill through her body.  She decided to surprise him. She went to the drawer in the kitchen and found a pen and paper and scrolled a note to her husband.  She propped it on the table that sat in the entryway to the front door.  She put down her glass and went to their bedroom, her heart racing. She started undressing, taking off her shirt, then her skirt, revealing her matching black lace underwear. She turned her back and slipped her bra off, freeing her large breasts.

She looked in the mirror and felt a surge of confidence as she saw her own reflection.

Her long, toned legs, her perky ass, and her firm, large breasts. She could feel her nipples harden as she thought about what was about to happen. She turned back to the bed and started rummaging in the drawer to find something to use as restraints.

She knew James had bought some things months ago when he first brought up the idea, hoping that if she ever relented, they would be prepared.

She tied a strand of the soft rope to each of the posts at the foot of their bed, before climbing on and fastening them to her ankles, her legs splayed wide.  She let out a nervous giggle, surprised at herself for what she was doing. 

She looked to the nightstand and picked up her glass of wine taking one last gulp while she was still able.  She set it down and picked up the handcuffs then paused and looked into the drawer again.

She pulled out a blindfold that he'd purchased and thought this might add an extra thrill to it all.  Her heart was pounding in her chest as she put the blindfold over her eyes.  She was surprised by how dark it was.  It was tight against her eyelids and she could see no light at all.

Jane fastened one wrist in the handcuffs and laid back on the bed with her head on the pillow.  She reached over her head and felt the headboard rungs.  She clumsily worked the handcuff chain around one of the rungs and managed to lock her other wrist.  She gave them a tug, satisfied that she was now well secured to the bed.

Her heart rate was increasing, the excitement building up in her body. She tested the restraints once again, pulling harder with both hands and feet. She could feel the tension on her limbs as her muscles strained against the bindings. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

Jane had never felt so vulnerable before. The complete darkness behind the blindfold and her inability to move freely sent a chill down her spine.

Jane could feel her breathing become heavier as she lay there, her pussy becoming wet with desire. She squirmed against the restraints, as the sensation of being helpless surged through her body.

She laid there for a while, fighting the urge to free herself. The anticipation of what was to come was intoxicating, her thoughts interrupted only by the sound of her own moans.

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As Jane lay exposed on her bed, Chris was walking up the walkway to her house.  He was furious for what he was being forced to do, but his father had made it clear that before he could try to appeal the suspension, Chris needed to apologize to Ms Myers.  He had tried to call her but got no answer.  He left a voice message but had not heard back from her so his father had sent him to her home, which was just a few blocks from their own.  He told him to not come back until he had made amends.

He resented the fact that he would have to apologize to her.  She was a bitch and no one liked her.  He hadn't done anything that the other students weren't also doing so why had she singled him out?  Why did she always seem to single him out, did she have it out for him?  He tried to practice the apology in his head as he knocked on the front door but wasn't sure he would be able to make it sound sincere.

There was no answer, so Chris knocked a bit harder, looking around the yard.  He saw her car in the driveway, so she had to be home.  He knew if he returned home without having apologized his father would only send him back.  Perhaps she just hadn't heard him knock?

Chris knocked one more time, before trying the door handle. To his surprise, it was unlocked. He walked in, closing the door behind him.

"Ms Myers?" he called out, his voice echoing in the empty house. No answer. 

He felt nervous for having come into the house and decided it was a bad idea.  As he turned to reach for the door handle, his eye caught the note propped on the table next to a set of car keys.  He read it, his eyes widening with each word.

"Got your message. Have a surprise for you, naughty boy. Don't talk, just take me... And don't be gentle." there was a winking smiley face at the end of the note.

Chris' heart thundered in his chest.  Was this for real?  He stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do.  He was sure that Ms. Myers disliked him, she was always singling him out.  On more than one occasion she'd had him stay after school, sitting through detention while she ignored him as she marked papers at her desk at the front of the class.  What had he missed?  This was sureal.

Chris's mind raced with every dirty thought he'd ever had about Ms. Myers. He may have hated her but there was no question she was hot. He could barely believe this was happening. A mix of excitement and fear ran though him, but his dick didn't seem to care about logic. It bulged in his pants. 

He followed the note's instructions and didn't talk.

The house was quiet, apart from quiet, rhythmic moans and he could faintly hear coming from upstairs. As he approached the bedroom, he saw her bound on the bed.

She was completely naked, with her wrists and ankles tightly secured to the bedposts. Her large breasts were heaving gently with each breath she took. Chris could see the outline of her hard nipples under the soft skin of her tits. His dick throbbed in his pants. The sight in front of him was something he would have never anticipated seeing.

Despite his initial hesitation, Chris couldn't help but stare at Ms Myers. She looked incredibly vulnerable, yet also incredibly confident at the same time.

Her short dark hair was tousled as she tossed her head back and forth, her lips slightly parted as she let out soft moans. Chris could see her nipples harden even further under his gaze, the pink buds standing erect and begging for attention. Her stomach was flat, with a small patch of dark hair visible between her legs.

He couldn't help himself as he moved closer to her, taking in every inch of her exposed skin. He reached out a hand, touching her thigh and tracing a line up towards her hip.

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After what felt like almost an hour, Jane finally heard the footsteps on the stairs.   

She anxiously waited, tensing her muscles and trying to still her breathing. She had no idea what to expect, but it was the wait that was killing her.  Her pussy felt cool from the air brushing over her growing dampness and she had worked herself into an intense state of arousal.

Just as she was about to call out, she heard a soft gasp.  Jane couldn't help but smile, knowing that she had shocked her husband.

She could feel his presence in the room, but he hadn't said a word. She could feel his eyes on her, taking in every inch of her exposed skin.

Her pussy throbbed with anticipation, moistening as she waited for him to make his move. She still couldn't believe she was doing this. She could feel her clit swelling with desire, the sensitive bundle of nerves begging for attention.

Without a word, she felt a hand on her thigh, sliding up her hip. She let out a soft moan, her body responding to his touch.

She could feel her heart racing in her chest as the hand continued to explore her body.

She let out a soft groan, her body shivering at his touch. He moved both hands to her breasts and squeezed them roughly. She could feel her nipples harden, the sensitive buds begging for attention.

"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Don't stop."

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Chris didn't need any further encouragement. He leaned down, capturing one of her hard nipples between his lips. He sucked on it gently at first, before teasing it with his teeth. Jane let out a loud moan, her back arching off the bed as she begged for more.

He obliged, moving his attention to her other nipple and giving it the same treatment. His hand wandered down her stomach, finding her pussy already slick with desire.

Chris had only been with one other girl, who basically gave him a handjob a couple of times in the back of his dad's car.  This was entirely different and he honestly felt unsure of what to do right now.  His main frame of reference was what he'd seen in porn when he masturbated,  but this wasn't like anything he had seen. Ms. Myers was much older, she had to be in her late thirties, but there was no question she was incredibly sexy. He knew he needed to take the lead so he decided to follow his instincts and hope for the best.

Suddenly he stepped back and pulled his phone from his pants pocket and propped it on the nightstand, hitting record on the camera app. He didn't know how this was going to play out, but he wanted to be able to recall every detail afterwards.

He slowly slipped his fingers inside of her. She felt unbelievably tight and he could feel her wetness coat his fingers. With each stroke, he went faster, seemingly hitting all the right buttons because Ms. Myers started moaning loudly and thrashing on the bed.

Chris could feel her pussy muscles tightening around his fingers as he moved them in and out of her. The sight of her moaning and writhing in pleasure was driving him insane and his cock was straining against the zipper of his jeans.

Without hesitating, Chris stripped off his clothes and climbed on top of her, positioning himself between her legs. He stared down at her for a moment, taking in the sight of her large breasts heaving with each breath she took and her rosy nipples standing erect.

Chris positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock.

He pushed in slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight warmth surrounding him. Jane's moans grew louder as he filled her completely.

"Fuck, you feel big, baby," Jane cried, her back arching off the bed.

Chris couldn't help but smirk at her words. He had always been self-conscious about his size, but it was clear from the way she had reacted that he had nothing to worry about.

He started moving his hips, building up a steady rhythm. Jane matched him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in unison.

"Yes, baby. Just like that," Jane moaned.

Chris moaned softly, wanting to say something, but remembering her wish that he remain quiet. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of her pussy gripping his cock. He moved his hips faster, his pelvis slapping against hers. Jane lifted her hips to meet him, her leg muscles straining as she thrust back against him.

"Fuck, yes," Jane groaned, her voice strained from the tension in her muscles. "Harder."

Chris grunted in response, moving his hips faster and harder. He could feel his balls slap against her as he plunged into her again and again.

"Yes, fuck.  Just like that, baby," Jane growled, her pussy clenching and releasing around his cock, her climax building. "My god, you're so fucking hard!"

Chris felt his balls draw up as Jane's pussy gripped him tighter and he knew he was close, grunting as he thrust into her again and again. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful stroke, causing a faint, muffled thud.

Chris took in the sight of Jane's body, her large breasts bouncing with each thrust. He wished he could see the look in her eyes, see her stare at him while he gave her such pleasure.  He had been naive and missed every signal she'd given him and now she was finally getting what she'd wanted from him all along.  Her lips parted as she panted and groaned in pleasure.

Suddenly Chris felt his teachers body tense and she let out a long wail, her pussy clenched hard around his cock as her orgasm racked her and her head tilted back.

"Oh fuck, Yes, don't stop" she cried out, her legs trembling as she writhed on the bed.

The sensation on his cock was unbelievable. Ms. Myers' pussy quivered against him and it was more than he could take. He felt his balls tighten and his own climax built before he finally let out a loud grunt and sank himself into her as deep as he could and let go.

Her pussy muscles continued to milk him as he spurted his seed deep inside her, filling her to overflowing.

Panting and spent, he watched Ms. Myers glistening body below him.  He could feel her pussy still rippling around him in aftershocks and he took satisfaction in the thought that he had given her such pleasure.

Slowly, he saw her breathing returning to normal, as she lie there, satiated, with Chris still firmly embedded inside her.

"W-wow," she panted.  "That was... incredible."

Chris didn't respond, too stunned to speak. He slowly pulled out of Jane, watching as her pussy tightened around him. He felt a strange mixture of pride and guilt as he saw the evidence of his climax drip down her inner thighs.

Jane let out a content sigh and stretched her arms above her head, arching her back and thrusting her breasts into the air. "God, I needed that," she murmured. 

Chris suddenly felt like he was somewhere he shouldn't be.  He worried that as she came off of her high she may regret what they'd done and he didn't want to feel the dejection.  He quickly gathered his clothes and quietly slipped out the bedroom door.

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Jane lay there in  her post-orgasmic bliss, barely noticing that her lover had left the room.  She felt dizzy from both the wine and the intense pounding she had just gotten from her husband.  He'd never been that rough before and she found it exciting.

She sighed and stretched, feeling their combined juices run down her legs. "Damn, that was good" she thought.

Jane lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the afterglow of their encounter.  Her breathing began to regulate but her body still tingled, craving more.  She thought James must have gone to clean up but she wished he hadn't finished so quickly.

Just then she sensed him enter the room again.

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By the time James arrived home it was almost dark outside.  He opened the door and was greeted with shadows and a deafening quiet.  He turned on the lamp next to the door.  He had looked forward to seeing his wife all day, hornier than he'd been in some time.  Work had been busy lately and he felt he hadn't been giving her the attention she deserved.  He knew the sacrifices she'd made in coming to this new city and wanted her to know how much he appreciated her.

He set his keys on the table and saw the note. 

He read it, a wicked grin spreading across his face. It seemed his wife had been thinking of him just as much as he had been thinking of her.

He almost raced to the bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest. He entered the room to find Jane handcuffed and blindfolded, her body splayed out on the bed. She looked incomparably sexy, her naked flesh on display for him and him alone.  He couldn't believe this was happening.  He'd fantasized about tying her up and dominating her so many times, but he had always sensed she wasn't interested.

He considered turning on the light to see her better, but thought she looked ravishing in the soft light from the hallway that dimly lit their bedroom.  He shed his clothes and made his way to the bed. 

Her body was flush and glistened with perspiration.  She'd been waiting for some time, he thought.  

He wondered how long she'd laid there, exposed and vulnerable, waiting to be touched and pleasured. Waiting for him.

James climbed onto the bed, crawling up between her legs. He stopped for a moment, taking in the sight of her. Her large breasts, still heaving with each breath she took, the pink and swollen tips still erect. He leaned in and kissed her, tasting the wine and lust on her lips.