Rachel Goes Back to School Ch. 05

"Very bold of him," I said and when she didn't answer, I continued with, "He thinks he can fuck you. He knows how bad you are."

My provocative words made her sit up straight in her chair but her attempt at defiance forced her breasts to thrust forward which created an even greater sexual appearance. Larry, now with a beer in front of him, repeatedly looked our way which added to the tension.

"Do you want him?" I asked.

"No!" she declared instantly.

"How many times did you fuck him?" I pushed, wondering if her pussy was seeping even more.

"I don't know...stop," she whined.

"You do know. You remember every time. You remember giving yourself to him and letting him put the plug in your ass. He fucked you any time he wanted," I countered, brazenly.

The pained expression on her face made me feel that I had gone too far but after a few moments, she let loose with a heavy sigh and said, "All...everything today... My whole body is shaking. It's too much. Too much... Let's go to the condo."

I couldn't deny that her message resonated with me as the combination of our daughter's sordid tape, her exhibition with Elisandro, her naughty attire in public, and Larry's involvement had created surreal sexual energy. Without question, it had affected me, with my demands and aggressive messages as proof, so, I knew Rachel had to be teetering at the very edge of control. Still, the unique nature of it all made it hard to give up. Deciding to offer her some reassurance, I leaned her way intending to give her a quick kiss but when my nose got close to her body, I inhaled the aroma of gym sweat. Instantly, the vision of her slowly pulling the crotch of her shorts aside so her trainer could feast on her drenched slit filled my brain and it took me back to my controlling state.

"I want to take you into the storeroom," I said.

Given her condition, I expected her to protest, but she surprised me by replying, "Can we?"

Emboldened, I probed, "You want Larry to watch?"

"No... I mean that your decision, not mine," she answered.

Smiling, I turned towards the bartender who headed our way thinking we wanted to place a drink order but when he arrived, I immediately asked, "We were wondering if we could borrow your storeroom?"

The man stood just to the side of Rachel so I got to see her face turn red before he replied, "Nahhh... Nope."

The denial surprised me as I thought any male would find the idea compelling. Perhaps, he had dealt with issues in the past or just didn't want to risk any trouble but after a few more awkward moments he turned and left.

"God, that was embarrassing," Rachel declared.

"Probably religious," I laughed wanting to just move on.

The rejection dampened the sexual tension and just a few minutes later, we prepared to leave. Deciding to close out at the bar so I could display my wife one last time, we stepped over and I made sure to position myself in a way that put Rachel close to Larry. The bartender gave us an odd look as he took the card and as we waited for him to run the charges, Larry took the opportunity to speak to Rachel.

"How ya been?" he asked.

"Fine," she answered curtly, no doubt worried about my response.

"You look good," he told her boldly.

She didn't reply to his compliment and seconds later we were out the door. I backed her against the passenger side door of the SUV, pulled her close with my hands cupping her ass, and kissed her hard. She looped her arms around my neck and returned the kiss passionately letting me know that she was still on fire.

"You know your man Larry is in there telling the bartender what a good fuck you are," I whispered to her.

"C'mon...let's go..." she whined, ignoring my comment.

"Let's go back inside. I bet he lets us use the room now that he knows the story," I said, still teasing.

"No! C'mon, baby...I can't wait anymore," she protested.

I kissed her deeply once more and then loaded her into the car for the short drive. She practically dragged me from the lot to the condo and when we arrived, she immediately started to strip. When she was naked, she turned to me, and with shaking hands, she helped me undress, too. Jumping onto the bed, I started to tease her nipples but she was too excited for foreplay and demanded I enter her immediately.

"I've waited, enough," she whined as she tugged on my body.

The sympathy I felt for her plight along with my own excitement got me moving and just seconds later we both released deep sighs of joy as we connected. I tried to move slow and savor the amazing feeling but Rachel was on fire and used her hands to encourage me to go faster. As the pace increased, so did her needy whimpers and soon it became apparent she wasn't going to last long. I thought about slowing but she had been at a high state of arousal for so long that I decided the time had arrived. I pushed harder against her sloppy mound, listening to the wet squishing of our connection, and less than a minute later, when her body suddenly became tense, I knew she was on the precipice.

"Ohhhh...oh, baby...oh please... Mmmm...uggghhh...nnnnugghh..." she cried out when it hit.

Like a plucked guitar string, her body vibrated beneath me as she achieved a very intense orgasm, and I had the pleasure of watching her face as the sensations wafted through her. For a time, I thought I might let go too, but I managed to work through it and continued to move within my wife's opening as her body slowly relaxed. The contented look on her face was the only sign that she remained conscious and it took several minutes before her eyes fluttered open. A huge smile filled her face as she looked up at me and her legs wrapped around my waist.

"That was big," I whispered.

"Huge..." she forced out.

"Worth the wait?" I teased.

"No!" she giggled.

A short period of silence ensued but as I recalled her naughty outfit, I could help but tell her, "You looked so hot."

"It was nasty," she countered playfully.

"Mmmm...I like you that way," I replied.

My words made her give me faux pout but just seconds later, as her fingernail found my balls, she whispered in a seductive voice, "Baby, put your cum in me. Please, baby...cum in me..."

Instantly, it felt like my dick grew another inch and my movements took on a new urgency. I had to give her credit as after all our time together, she could still push my buttons with ease.

"Damn..." I grunted as a tingling sensation emanating from my groin started to spread.

"Go, baby...put in deep. Cum in me deep," she purred.

Just seconds later, I exploded and as the jets of semen fired into her womb, my body became spastic. Unable to maintain a rhythm, I collapsed onto her and struggled for air as I continued to make small movements into her pussy.

"Mmmm...maybe that did it," she sighed and although I knew her meaning, I remained silent.

I drifted as she slowly stroked my hair and at some point, I must have fallen to her side because I woke to find her slowly licking my shaft, and soon she had me fully erect. However, I feigned sleep and it wasn't until she tried to push me onto my back that I let her know I was awake.

"What are you after?" I laughed.

"Shut up," she giggled as she climbed on top.

Still quite wet, she quickly had me inside, and then she started a languid movement. After stretching several times, she fell forward with her hands on my shoulders. The impish look in her eyes informed me that something was coming.

"Your damn robe," she sighed.

"No, baby...your condo," I responded.

My words made her body tense and I felt an involuntary spasm around my shaft but she continued to slowly roll her hips. For a time, we remained silent and I let my fingertips toy with the tassels that dangled from her piercing.

"You've made me bad," she whined, although I sensed she meant it playfully.

"You haven't done anything you really didn't want to," I countered.

"Professor Kott..." she started.

"Uh no...you made a choice," I said, cutting her off.

"How about today? The cami?" she asked.

"You loved it," I replied, purposefully deflecting her effort.

"That's not fair," she whined.

Once more, we drifted to silence but the brief exchange had made me recall the evening and suddenly my thoughts went to Larry. The dynamic around seeing the man twice had created strange energy and watching Rachel's strained interactions only boosted things. Now, I couldn't help but contemplate how much of her excitement derived from his presence.

"Did you enjoy seeing him? Larry?" I blurted out.

She gave me an annoyed look and then replied, "No, it was weird."

I let her message settle for a moment, and then countered, "So, not like fucking him?"

"Stop! Quit beating me up," she demanded as her movements waned.

Knowing I might be ruining what had been a strange, but uniquely erotic day, I responded, "Tell me if you liked fucking him."

In the past, Rachel had reluctantly admitted that the experiences had been pleasurable. Of course, based on her repeated encounters, she really couldn't argue otherwise, but for some reason, at that moment, I wanted her to admit it again as I looked into her eyes.

"Stop...don't..." she tried, again, as her body slowed

"Tell me, Rachel," I said as I used my hands to move her hips.

"Why?" she asked but started moving on her own.

"Tell me," I repeated.

She stared down at me as she rolled into my dick and for a time, I thought she would ignore my demand. Then, she lowered her mouth and I let her soft lips connect with mine.

The kiss lingered which made me certain she planned to let the question go but when it ended, she looked at me nervously and whispered, "Yes, I liked it."

"Liked what?" I pushed.

"Fucking him...fucking Larry," she answered in a clear voice.

The tone of her response surprised me a little and helped fuel my response, "Do you want to fuck him, again?"

"You're in charge. Are you telling me to?" she asked as a tiny smile appeared on her face.

Clearly, my loving wife felt quite pleased by her answer and I let her enjoy her little victory for a few seconds before I said, "No, baby. You have to decide if it's worth your punishment."

"It's not," she replied quickly.

"Think I'll leave marks?" I laughed deciding to ease the mood.

My words made her stop again and several times she tried to speak before forcing out, "You already did and I'm not talking about those from the whip."

Intuitively, I knew she was referring to our strained marriage after the discovery of her affair but feeling I had the high ground, I replied, "You know why you got them."

"I don't want to go through it again," she answered.

"To be clear...again...you got them for being deceitful. Are you saying you plan on being deceitful?" I pushed.

"God, talk about a mood killer," she declared and fell to my side.

I didn't want to end the conversation quite yet, so I pulled her close and then turned until I could look down at her face. Her vulnerable expression silenced me for a time and I contented myself by slowly running a finger through her slit and teasing her clit ring. I thought about how to get her to engage but guessed she had cocooned her thoughts so I finally decided to just play with her a bit.

"I guess when you think about it...it wasn't really all bad. I mean...you wouldn't be here now being the bad girl otherwise," I said.

"Asshole," she responded, and when I tried to kiss her, she turned her head while declaring, "No way!"

"Don't act like that...we both know you love being one," I laughed.

"I'm getting up," she answered.

She tried to rise but I held her down and then let my hands move to her ribs. Rachel, a very ticklish individual, feels terrified every time I threaten her with my fingers and she immediately tensed and tried to twist away. However, I held firm and in seconds I had her writhing on the bed uncontrollably as she begged for mercy.

"Have you masturbated thinking of Larry?" I demanded.

"No! No! Stop!" she cried out loudly.

"Don't lie," I replied as I continued the tickling.

"No! Don't!" she squealed.

Suddenly, I stopped the manipulation and as she gasped for air, I asked, "Tell the truth, baby."

"I didn't..." she whimpered but still not sure I started again.

It took another round before she finally admitted she had pleasured herself with fantasies of her ex-lover and the nervous look in her eyes made me feel she was telling the truth. She went on to explain that it had occurred the prior week after a session with her trainer which had left her very aroused.

"Did you cum?" I asked and when she nodded her head, I followed with, "Did he cum in you?"

"No..." she tried but the guilt was all over her face and finally, she nodded her head.

"I need to call the professor," I said.

"It's not that bad...I don't deserve much," she whined.

"For doing it? No, you're right but for being deceitful? Yeah...that's bad," I explained.

She stewed in the message for a bit and then replied in a whisper, "I'm scared."

"I know," I said as I kissed her cheek.

Dr. Kott had shown that one should give punishment without emotion and that anticipation could be very powerful. Thus, I felt pleased with my response and thought an intense feeling of foreboding might develop if I merely moved on, so I rolled over my wife and spread her legs so we could make love, again.

"I think only five," she whined once we had started.

Ignoring her claim, I moved my mouth close to her ear and whispered, "You really are a beautiful slut."

"For you...it's what you want," she replied.

"What else?" I demanded.

"I like it...sometimes," she giggled.

I waited until Rachel called Josh the following morning to discuss our daughter. The call lasted close to thirty minutes but she finally appeared from the bedroom lusciously naked and settled next to me on the couch. She explained that the grad student had told her that Lizzie had snuck into town to see him and that in a playful conversation they had discussed tying each other up. Somehow, that led to him describing Kott's play room and our daughter demanding a visit. He admitted they played some but didn't go into details, but since we had the video, it wasn't necessary. Rachel left the conversation with a promise from the man that he would be discrete but based on his prior failed declarations, it didn't provide much relief.

"I thought Lizzie had a boyfriend," I said.

"She does," my wife replied as she stood and moved towards the kitchen.

"Then why is she here seeing Josh?" I asked.

"Let it go," she counseled, but for just a moment I couldn't help but compare mother and daughter.

"Okay, I'm leaving," I said as I stood.

"Wait, there's something else," she said with a little nervousness in her voice.

"What?" I asked, cringing about what it might be.

"Josh said she is still very suspicious of Larry. She brought it up multiple times," Rachel explained.

Without speaking, I joined her in the small kitchen, guiding her backward until I had her pressed against the oven, and then said, "Well, based on what I learned last night, maybe she's right. Is she right, Rachel?"

"I know I was bad but I think five is plenty," she answered, and then before I could respond, she added, "It was just thoughts."

Dr. Kott answered on the third ring and immediately jumped to Rachel's behavior accurately guessing my call meant I needed to use the dungeon. However, when we started to discuss dates, he suddenly cut me off and began to describe an upcoming gathering that I might find entertaining.

"There will be two other couples, so much more taking place. You might find it very interesting and of course, the lovely Rachel can be the center of attention. I'm sure everyone would be thrilled to witness her punishment," he explained.

"Would it be possible to drop by just for a bit and then leave? I mean, I don't think we'd want to stay for the entire evening," I replied.

"Of course! Perfectly acceptable!" he responded enthusiastically, and before I could say anything, he asked, "May I ask the nature of her current indiscretion?"

"She masturbated while fantasizing about the maintenance man," I answered.

"I see...well not a serious offense," he chuckled.

"No, I agree but she lied about it which annoys me," I replied.

"Ahhh...quite right. A much bigger offense. Did you explain that most of her punishment will be due to her dishonesty?" he probed.

"Yes, that exactly the message I delivered," I confirmed.

"Excellent!" he said.

We discussed the gathering for a few more minutes and I left the call with the understanding that I would think over our attendance and get back to him in a day or so. Indeed, that's exactly what I did and several times I considered telling Rachel to gauge her reaction. However, the more I considered the larger group the more appealing it became, and knowing it would be difficult to demand we attend, I kept it to myself. Friday evening, I informed my wife that Dr. Kott had said the best time to use the space was on the following Saturday and when I suggested we spend the weekend in the city she agreed. Of course, she made a point to tell me that the time would be more pleasant if I assured her the punishment would be light but I remained non-committal. The next morning, I put in a call to the professor and confirmed our attendance.

"Did you explain the situation?" he asked.

"No, I decided to make it a surprise," I replied.

"I see...well up to you," he answered.

I looked forward to seeing her tension build as the date approached and on Monday, when she was in bed, we had our normal play talk but I could tell she wasn't fully into it. The following evening at home she seemed a bit distant as well and I quickly assumed it was due to her scheduled punishment. I had prepared myself for more of the same on our Wednesday call but after a few minutes, she dropped a bomb I hadn't expected.

"How much worse is my punishment if I...uhhhh...meet Larry?" she asked.

"Meet Larry? What for?" I replied, initially confused.

"To...uhhh...do it," she clarified.

"To fuck him?" I asked in complete surprise.

"Yes..." she responded in a tiny voice.

"Rachel, what's going on?" I probed.

There were several seconds of silence before she replied, "He knocked on the door a little while ago."

"And you talked to him?" I challenged her.

"Yes," she admitted, then summoning her courage she continued with, "You said the problem was hiding things...I'm telling you."

"But you don't have permission and if I understand you correctly you want to know how many spankings you'll get if you fuck him," I replied.

"Yes..." she concurred.

"If I give you permission then none. If I don't give permission then it will be severe," I explained.

"Okay..." she whispered.

"Rachel, did you see Larry on Monday?" I asked recalling her demeanor over the past few days.

"I saw him...but we didn't talk," she replied.

"Did you work out with Elisandro earlier?" I probed.

"Yeah..." she answered.

"So, you got wet and horny showing him your pussy, and then Larry comes by wanting some and it's driving you crazy. Is that pretty much it?" I pushed.

Time seemed to stand still as I waited for her reply and finally, she croaked out, "Maybe..."

"No, Rachel you don't have permission," I told her, and before she could speak, I added, "I want you wet and horny and anxious so I can enjoy you when I want."

"Okay..." she answered with resignation in her voice.

The conversation lasted only a few minutes more but as soon as I hung up my mind raced as I thought about the state she must be in to make the call. She had always been the kind of woman that showed determination when she was horny and with the condo, it had gone to a whole new level but her request stunned me. The more it simmered in my brain the more I thought there might be more to it. Perhaps, she had already made her decision and was just tossing it out to me due to guilt. Regardless, I was now much too wound up to sit still, so after discussing it with my son, I left for the city.