A Not So Prim & Proper Wife- Ch. 2 free porn video

Author's Note: This is the second installment of a story written for a friend. By way of explanation, I have written this, and the first chapter, as a favor to him, describing things so the story would appeal to him. Some may not care for the enhanced descriptions, or points of view of the characters. If you are going to leave a comment, please don’t delve into those aspects of the story. This writer doesn’t care about your political views. Also please note that the Author will take stronger credence with those critiques that have actual names on them, as opposed to anonymous, bigoted or otherwise biased blitherings. To clarify, if you are going to shoot your mouth off, grow a spine and identify yourself.

Oh, and it may help to read Chapter 1, first.

I hope you enjoy…
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“I don’t know.”

Those words struck like a hammer into Daniel’s gut. His wife had just told him she didn’t know what she was going to do, or who she was going to choose. Her husband, and her marriage, or some black guy who was now standing naked in their bedroom.

His wife lay across their bed, her satin skirt laying gaped and open, exposing her full modesty to the room, which was also occupied by another man. A tall, wiry black man named Ofi. Ofi was Tessa’s boss, of sorts, and had just finished bedding the buxom, trim beauty. He stood there, his long, thin black cock dripping the very last remnants of post-ejaculate onto the carpet.

There was a long, awkward silence, as neither man knew exactly what action to take. It was clear that Tessa had not been ****d, and she had given herself to Ofi willingly. It was also clear that Ofi had taken his full satisfaction in her as well, which was why Tessa was a little light-headed, and confused. Multiple screaming orgasms did that to women.
“You better go.” Tessa said, and Daniel was first to spring into action. He left the room, and made his way down the hall. To where, Tessa could not say.

Ofi, for his part, began to pick up his clothes, in a purposeful and hurried way. There was no doubt he was leaving via the back bedroom sliding glass door. To use the front door might be suicidal. Having gathered his garments, he bent low, and was planting a last, deep, passionate kiss on the softly parted lips of the white wife he had just made passionate love to. It was a kiss Tessa returned, perhaps out of instinct, maybe desire, maybe manners, to return like for like.

When Daniel returned, after having run to the entry way closet to bring his baseball bat, he saw his wife being deep-tongue kissed , with her soft voice moaning. That was enough for Daniel to spring into action.

“Get the FUCK outta’ my house!” he bellowed, and made steps towards the black Casanova, the bat rising above his head, white knuckles gripping the handle. In that moment, Daniel would very possibly have killed.

Ofi, for his part, took discretion as the better part of valor and made his way out the rear, leaving the door open in his wake, and he scampered as quickly as he may around the side of the house, his bare feet padding down the soft grass, right past the partly opened blinds of the neighbor. Stopping in front of his car, Ofi hurriedly dressed, letting anyone see him, including the neighbor, who was becoming very interested in the goings on.
Back in the bedroom, Daniel roared at his wife. “What the hell are you doing? Kissing him like that? What the hell is wrong with you? You’re my G__d_mn wife!”

Tessa, faced with a suddenly more furious than she had ever known husband, recovered quickly and sat bolt-upright. “Daniel… please… stop! I can explain!” She was starting to sob, as the enormity of what she had done hit her.

“Just shut the fuck up!” he roared at her. “Don’t talk to me!” and he left her in the bedroom, slamming the door shut, leaving Tessa all alone.

That night was as tense as the enemy lines on a battlefield, with Daniel making a bed on the couch, while Tessa undressed and showered, her gentle sobbing gushed into a geyser of tears in the shower, and she didn’t get out until the water ran cold. Looking at herself in the mirror, her eyes were puffy, bloodshot, and even a little sore. Her eyes looked like the wreck she felt, inside and out. Pulling on her satin sleep-shirt, she snuggled into the satin sheets on the bed, and began to recount her ‘business meeting’ with Ofi, and where it all went wrong.

The answer wasn’t so simple, or a single thing. It was the combination of many. Her husband who left her lonely and needy too often, bottles of delicious wine, the showering attention of a man, the risqué attire she wore, and the opportunity to sate a natural need. The math added up. Whose fault was it? In short, everyone’s. The math helped her quantify and deal with the situation, but it did not assuage her guilt, and she began to sob fresh tears, fearful of the damage done to her marriage, until she cried herself to sleep.

Daniel, for his part, kept plotting different ways to commit murder and get away with it. Fortunately for everyone, he just wasn’t very creative in that area of expertise. He finally poured himself a double scotch, downed it, and then a second, topping it off with a highball of a third. Before Tessa was out of the shower, Daniel was sleeping with aloud snore.

Tessa let loose a soft whew after peeking out to discover where her husband was. She had been afraid he had up and left the house. Closing the door oh so very softly, she slid into bed, and curled up, hugging the pillow as she fell into a slumber filled with dreams. Erotic ones.

“Ofi, no, no! Please don’t cum in me!” she cried out.

“You’re MY bitch now, so shut the hell up!”

“No, no! Please don’t make me your bitch!” Tessa was begging, as the belt around her neck functioned as a collar, with Ofi holding the bitter end. “Please don’t get me pregnant!”

Ofi looked immense, stronger than steel, and more powerful than a bulldozer. His iron grip held the leash of sorts, and pulled her to him, as his cock plundered her depths faster and faster. His thrusting was a frenzy, until he bellowed out, his voice howling as he gave that final thrust all women know, his black cock ejaculating, spurting his hot, sticky baby-makers at her quivering, sipping cervix. Tessa screamed in fear.

The cry awoke her, and she was surprised to find it was daylight, and she was in her bed, safe, but alone. The cry had also spilled over into her voice, and it brought Daniel to check on her. She was sobbing in tears, wetting the pillow and layering snot on it, as well. Seeing she was alright, Daniel shut the door again. He had a lot to think about. He was very angry.

Tessa, for her part, had a lot to think about too, as well as worry. She had done a lot of damage; she also had a stranger’s semen deep inside her. What if she was impregnated? It was not the exact right time, but within the realm of feasibility. Would she have an abortion? Could she bring herself to do it? What if Ofi said no? Where they lived, both partners had to consent, without a judge’s decree. Could she be required to have a baby from a man she was bedded by in a moment of passion? The only exception to the abortion requirements was a case of **** or i****t, and she could not lie about the fact the sex had been consensual. It would not be proper to lie in court.

Then there was her husband. She could not believe how stupid she was. She tried to rationalize it. His focus on work, rather than her, his physical dimension compared to that long gun Ofi had. The drink, the wine, the seduction. All of it whirled in her mind and she started to sob. After about 30 minutes, she drifted off to sleep.

For his part, Daniel had received a phone call from his boss, and he had been summoned to a very rare weekend meeting. There were going to be some higher level managers present, and they wanted to hear where things went wrong from his side. They had already heard the customer and vendor side of things. So Daniel had to sneak into the bedroom, so he could grab what he needed and be dressed appropriately. He saw Tessa sleeping, and left her alone, departing the house without even a note where he was going. For obvious reasons, he was still furious with his wife.

The meeting didn’t go well. Daniel told his side, and while there were some obvious agreements, there were also some discrepancies. After almost three hours of conversation, Daniel was told to plan on another trip the following day, and say whatever he had to as a way of making amends. Apologize, beg forgiveness, whatever it took. While it wasn’t blatantly stated, his job was on the line. This was just the worst possible news for him.

He had to somehow make amends by kowtowing to people who were outright lying to his bosses, and he had to sacrifice the rest of his weekend to do it. Then there was his wife. Their marriage was at a crucial point. He could no longer be comfortable in the knowledge his very pretty and alluring wife was his and his alone. She had a suitor. Not the ‘hey, your wife’s hot!’ kind of suitor, but the predatory, plant his seed deep inside her kind of man who was planning on stealing her away from him. On top of all this, he had to leave her behind to save his career.

When Dan returned home, Tessa was in the kitchen, freshly showered and wearing her pink satin robe, the sash tied tightly to keep the hem closed at her upper thigh region. Not that she was afraid of showing her husband anything, just because she was insecure, and needed something to shield her from the fight that was sure to come. She had been nibbling on a cold English muffin when she heard the front door shut. Swallowing nervously, she steeled herself for what was to come.

Dan, for his part, saw his wife, and for the first time, ignored her. He went to the refrigerator, grabbed a beer, and left without so much as a word to her. Under pre-Ofi circumstances, she would have been bent over the table as he rammed his dick into her, simply because he liked the way she looked. Soft, cuddly, cute, and oh-so fuckable. With her nipples plainly poking into the silky satin, it was obvious she was braless, and he was sure her panties were in the drawer, still. Yet he could not bring himself to talk to her, out of fear his anger would boil over. A shitty day, his wife doing a very shitty thing to him, and he had no outlet. So he kept quiet until he reached his office door, then he slammed it as hard as he could, pictures hanging on the wall shaking and shifting, while the loud bang made Tessa jump. Not knowing what to do, she sat there, her mind numb as she contemplated what to do. Or rather, how to do it.

Twice Dan emerged from his office, once to get another beer, and once to use the toilet. Waiting in the den, Tessa had changed into something she knew Dan liked, her calf-length red satin off the shoulder dress, the hem of the skirt widely displayed in a near semi-circle, and red “fuck me” heels. Her panties still remained in her drawer, as did her bra, as the way the dress hung from her upper arms disallowed a one. She had curled her hair, put on smokey makeup, and even her vanilla perfume. She was going all out for her man, to show him she was his. He wasn’t speaking to her, and that was tearing her up inside, but she would make every effort until he did grace her with his voice. Hopefully, even more. Despite how intense and amazing the sex was with Ofi, she desperately wanted to make love to her husband.

Dan, for his part, was angry, but he was still a man, and when his eyes saw what she was dressed in, his erection twitched, just a hint. Still, he said nothing, drinking his beer as he made his way back into his office, though not slamming the door. Tessa took that as a sign of hope, that there may be an end to his cold shoulder soon. After another hour, he had not emerged, and Tessa needed to stretch her legs, so she got up, and went to the front door, leaving a note for her husband.

“Dan- I am just down the street for a short walk at the park. I’ll be back right away. I love you, and I am SO sorry!” she signed it with her T and slowly, quietly stepped outside, into the twilight of the fading day.

The street was relatively quiet, most people having either gone out for the evening, or simply staying in. The weather was nice, with little breeze, making every footfall of her stiletto heels click and clack on the tidy sidewalk easily recognized. It was a typical suburban neighborhood, white picket fences, some back yards hedged by a row of trees, and some not, some simply a wide-open space shared with neighbors. Dan and Tessa’s home was one of those, as when they moved in, it had been a stretch to afford it, and now more affluent, they simply had not gotten around to it. Their neighbors were good people, at least on the surface.

One neighbor, however, had watched Tessa depart, alone, and looking extremely pretty and feminine. Placing the TV in the far corner had been sheer genius, allowing him to be entertained, while at the same time keep a pervert’s eye on his sexy neighbor. Her display of dress and grace caught his eyes easily through the partially open slits of the window blinds. Unlike his own wife who had let herself go. The figure of his wife was a hefty pear-shape, while Tessa still kept a trim, hourglass figure. As she walked down the sidewalk, he could not help but admire the kick of the skirt as her fine calf and the ankle-strapped pump shined in the street-light. The sway of her hips made the hem of the skirt swish and sway with every step, and he had never wished and prayed for a windstorm so badly in his life.

Where is own wife’s ideal of dressy was a nicely-weaved sweater and a long skirt with flats or low heels, Tessa was every both the display of fine and refined womanhood. He was envious of Dan, and coveting Tessa in the worst way.

Tessa, for her part, was completely ignorant of her neighbor, a man named Roberto, and his lecherous desires. Though he was a cordial neighbor and sort of friend, the couples had never really bonded. As a result, Tessa never paid a lot of attention to them, unless they were outside together. The conversations were polite, even enjoyable, but Roberto wasn’t the type of man to light Tessa’s fires. Roberto was not exactly the most attractive man in the neighborhood, overweight, and seemingly leaking sweat in a snowstorm. He was a heavy-bones Hispanic man, whose flab belied some tremendous strength, his job as a warehouseman conditioning him to heavy labor, which he offset with large quantities of heavy fatty-meals and beer. His heavy frame and pot-belly made him a match of sorts for his wife, though he admitted he was working on it, trying to trim down. His wife, Carol, however, was simply enjoying the life of an empty-nester woman, with c***dren and grandc***dren who had moved a fair distance away, and she enjoyed her crochet and her television love stories. Together they were a decent couple, but other than that, not much. At least on the surface.

Tessa made her way along the street, simply looking at houses and the various states of lawn-care, her mind moving from who needed to develop a green thumb to Ofi, and Dan. She was muttering to herself, about how stupid she had been, and berating herself for falling into the arms of her illicit lover as she entered the park area. The park was a typical neighborhood park, with trees, lots of grass, a few picnic tables, a c***dren’s play area, and public restrooms. A sidewalk meandered around and throughout, and it was this path she chose, taking her deeper in.

Her self-talk evolved into how to escape this horrible trap she had fallen into, and reclaim her marriage. She had already decided she would try her best to save her marriage. Her involvement with Ofi would be reduced to the bare minimums, and even then, only at the workplace. Her attire would be fully professional for the man, as well. Next time she saw him, she planned to reject his advances, and place no doubt in his mind that she was a wife, but not his. It had been a one-time incident, and that was all. It had been good sex, maybe even great, but there was more to that to make a marriage, and she already had it. She loved her Daniel with all her heart and it was tearing her up inside for what he had done to her. Yes, she blamed Ofi, for the seduction, and the risk of pregnancy.
That stopped her short. The risk of pregnancy. It hadn’t dawned on her until just then how it might be unlikely, but still possibly she was now pregnant. Pregnant with a black man’s c***d. Her plan had been to make herself available to Dan any time and any way he wanted. But now she couldn’t do that, the realization dawned on her. She had to be absolutely sure she was either not with c***d, or having Ofi’s. She knew it couldn’t be Dan’s, because he had not touched her since her last period, despite how much she wanted him to. Her mind wandered back to the last time they had made love. As in really made love, not the climb aboard, get laid, and hop off kind of sex, but real, passionate love-making.

Tessa had stopped deep in the park, and leaned against the nearby picnic bench, and let her mind enjoy the memory of it, starting with Dan calling her on the phone, and telling her to dress nicely for a dinner date, as it was a special occasion. They would celebrate his new promotion! So Tessa did just that, showering and shaving her legs, even making sure to touch up her landing strip that worked as an arrow to her heat. She’d seen it once in a picture on the internet, and had been intrigued. Dan liked the small display of exoticness, and so she kept it up. After trimming, she pulled on her nice garter set, white with three straps to each leg, and then her white pair of hose. They were a new set, kept just for such an occasion, and so she drew them on, softly unfurling them as they slid up each smooth and soft leg. Next came her panties. Actually, for this outfit, she chose a thong. The string riding up her crack was a bit of a nuisance, but she liked the tight feel of the thin and small lace patch that covered her womanhood, a V-shape that exposed her landing strip, and even her pearl, when it would peek out from its sheath. She felt wicked and naughty when wearing it, and she hoped Dan would find it enticing, if not outright filled with lust for her.

Her dress was next, a pink silky skater-dress, hemmed above her knees. The skirt was wide and flirty, and yet long enough to not accidentally expose her unless she was twirled hard, or the wind came up. Sexy and yet proper. Her strappy high-heeled sandals came last, and with a dash of perfume and evening makeup, she was ready. They never even made it to the front door for dinner.

Dan brought home flowers, and as soon as his eyes settled on her demure figure, standing at the end of the foyer, front leg on its toe, knee bent, and her hands on her hips, she had that dazzling smile that was Dan’s Achilles heel. Well, that and her legs, and her nice breasts, full, firm, and just right to hold onto. He set the flowers on the entry table and almost made a rush at her, scooping her into his arms, and carrying her back into the house, the front door not fully closed, as they made dinner a memory.
Setting Tessa on the bed, she lay back, lifting one knee and letting the hem of her skirt fall to her waist, while laying her hands over her head in submission to her man. Admiring her work, and her beauty, Dan seemingly made his clothes vanish from his body, leaving a pile of trousers, coat, and tie, and shoes and socks on the floor. His boxers landed with a fling somewhere in the room.

“You look so beautiful.” He said, his eyes drinking in her beauty, and he lay next to her, the soft satin bedding caressing his skin, and helping his arousal grow.

“I love you, too.” She purred back as he kissed her with a soft, lingering peck, that turned into a long, passionate lapping of tongues, her lipstick smearing on his lips, and then marking his cheeks as she kissed him, while he nuzzled into her neck, nibbling her tender flesh, and then her earlobes. Her styled hair fell into a fan about her head, and his hand slid up her body, feeling her curves, almost as if a massage through the silky polyester-blend dress. When his hands cupped her breasts, she mewed softly, feeling her nipples hardening as he squeezed them, her thin lace bra showing her nipples as they grew erect, and yet supported her form.

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 c***dren. 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 c***d 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 c***d 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, a****listic 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 c***dren 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 g****s 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 k** 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 b**st 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.

Andre for his part, didn’t care. Here was slick pussy, and he was inside, her body giving him pleasure, and he was taking it all, and would enjoy it for all it was worth. His thrusts were growing rapid, for though he was young and virile, he was still not well-versed in the art of stamina. Part of it was the excitement of the woman he was fucking, so forbidden to actually have a teacher on her back, and a pretty one, on top of that. Part of it was also being outdoors, which added to his own exhilaration. Lastly were her words. He loved the idea of giving her his baby. Not thinking of consequence, but of the idea of being able to brag that he knocked up the teacher. In his social group, that would dam-near make him a God. For her to admit it was just too much, and his hips began to spasm, the erratic thrusts signaling his climax, and he buried his cock in her to the hilt, the vessels in his shaft pulsing as he started to spew his seed into her. He had erupted with several jets of hot, sticky semen, before he was interrupted.

Daniel, finally, had heard something that spurred him into action. His wife still wanted him, and loved him, and wanted to belong to him! He sprinted forward, and ran at a full-sprint, as Andre was hammering his wife as hard as he could, Tessa’s voice mixing with her lover’s, in a synchronized series of moans and grunts, which were growing faster and faster. Then he saw Andre stop thrusting, and he knew what that meant, which made Daniel even angrier. To his mind, this asshole was r****g his wife, and he was going to do something about that. He bellowed out a yell, and he furious hands reached for Andre’s neck as Daniel slammed into him, dragging him laterally from the picnic bench, and out of his wife. Like Ofi, there were some tendrils of white genetic material strung between them until they snapped, but it left no doubt Tessa had been fully inseminated.
“Get off her!” Daniel yelled, as they hit the ground, with Andre lying on his back. Daniel leapt on him, to straddle his chest, and began a flurry of blind punches, some of which connected quite well. Daniel’s eyes were blurred by angry tears and he left nothing behind, dumping every shred of the anger in him onto the hapless young man. Not that Daniel thought of him that way, to him, Andre was a r****t, pure and simple.

Andre, for his efforts, was grunting and growling, trying to deflect the blows, some successfully, until a haymaker came from below, and crushed his lower jaw into his head, then it was a daze of taking more hits to his face, until his nose broke and blood started to spray everywhere. Somewhere in this, Andre went dark, and his arms flopped to the ground.

It was Tessa who finally stopped the fight, or semblance of one, by rising to her heels, and grabbing onto one of Daniel’s arms, as he lifted to punch the hapless target yet again. “Please... Honey... he’s had enough…” she pleaded. “He’s out of it.”

Daniel looked up, and saw his wife, her own face now tear-streaked, though she looked somehow radiant in her beauty to him. Wiping tears from his eyes, he then looked down to see what destruction he had done to Andre, which was considerable. Nose broken, eye swollen shut, lip bloody, swollen and cut, face bruised in many places, and surely he was going to have a great pair of black eyes. There would be no hiding his ass-kicking. Getting up, he looked down, his body shaking from the adrenaline, and he spat on Andre, aiming for his face, and only partially making his mark. “Touch my wife again, and I’ll kill you…” he menaced, a voice that was new to Tessa, and quite convincing.

"Please... take me home.” Tessa asked softly, and she tried to take Dan’s arm, and lean her head to his shoulder.

Daniel, for his part, had spent a lot of fury on Andre. Standing over him, he gave a last look, and then took his wife, and half-escorting, and half-carrying her back to their home, using the shortcut through the backyards. Along the way, they began to talk, for the first time, about everything that happened.

“Thank you for rescuing me.” Tessa started. “I don’t know what else he was going to do, and now he isn’t going to say a thing about what happened. If he does, I’m going to file **** charges.” She led off with. “I’m sorry I went to the park alone, but I needed some fresh air.” And with that, the tears began to fall again.

“It’s okay, Tess…” he began, using the shortened name he usually called her. “But you don’t go anywhere without me. I know you are a very pretty woman, and guys lust for you. In the past I knew I could trust you, but I don’t know what happened. I don’t know if that trust can be restored, at least for a while.”

Tessa began sharing what happened with Ofi, and how. The flirting, the wine, the attention, she even admitted his physical attractiveness. He was a well-built, self-assured man. “But I don’t love him, Danny.” She continued, using her own pet-name for her husband. “I love you!” And she placed a kiss on his cheek, the only place she could reach as they walked unsteadily on the grass towards their own yard.

She went on to lament the fact he seemed more interested in his career than his wife, as if he was taking her for granted. She admitted her physical needs, the sexual needs, were left unfulfilled, and Ofi was simply the perfect storm of time, focus, seduction, and need. She was sobbing as she said these things, soft releases of tears, as she admitted her weakness to her husband, her sheer, abject failure, humiliating herself to her husband. She opened every page of the book that was Tessa to Daniel, and he read it, taking everything in.

Daniel, for his part, was also crying tears. Embarrassment, shame, hurt and still some anger, though mostly aimed at Andre, this time. By the time they reached the back patio of their home, a ten minute walk that wound up taking over forty-five, there wasn’t much left to be said. He felt badly, for placing his career first, and his wife, second, and he admitted he had to fix that. He told her of the most recent work setbacks, and the fact he was leaving the next day to repair the damages to his career. He knew he would have to leave her home for the next week, as he still had to complete the rest of his last trip. For this, he wanted some assurances.

“First, you don’t go on a date with that guy. I don’t care the reason. He can’t be trusted, and you can’t be trusted around him.” His tone was sharp and clear, that this was not open to negotiation. “I don’t give a shit about your project, or your students. Fuck ‘em.” He growled. “You will answer the phone when I call, regardless of what you are doing, or who you are with.” He continued. “And lastly, I am going to have sex with you, now, and whenever I want. Go get cleaned up.”

“But Honey... I… I can’t. I can’t let you risk giving me a baby right now. Not that I don’t want to, believe me, I’d love to have your baby. But only yours. If you make love to me, and I get pregnant, we won’t know if it is yours, or… theirs.” Her eyes turned downcast as she spoke the last work. She swallowed loudly. “If it is theirs, I’ll gladly have an abortion. But I don’t want to risk having to lose your c***d, instead. So please... wait?” She looked pleadingly into his eyes, practically begging.

“Excuse me?” He was rather incredulous. “Let me make sure I understand this. You want your husband to go on a trip for a week, unable to be with his wife, and needing to have sex.” He began. “So you are willing to risk your husband finding some strange piece of ass on the road, rather than give him what he needs right now? You are wanting your husband to cheat on you?”

His words were sharp, and hit home like an arrow piercing her heart. Eyes welling up, she swallowed, and silently shook her head. “No” she whispered. “I’ll go get ready.” She ended demurely, giving in to her husband’s wishes, as a proper wife would.
“Go get cleaned up.” Was all he said, and again, it was a command, or demand, whichever way Tessa took it. But she would do it, for her husband, the man she had spoken and given her vow and heart to, required it. Daniel had a different idea.
Entering the house first, her heels clicked loudly on the tiled kitchen floor, her rear-end swaying provocatively, making the swing of her skirt so much more of a tease. Dan ogled his wife, wistful that he hadn’t the chance to enjoy her in the park, like he had semi-planned. He had to admit that his wife was gorgeous, regardless of which angle he looked at her from.

Tessa did as she was bidden, taking her clothes off and instead of re-hanging them, she tossed them in the laundry to be cleaned later. Heels went to the closet, and into the shower she went, the hot, steamy water soaking into her tense muscles. She did the best she could to clean herself out of Andre’s semen, using her finger to delve into her core, using a scooping motion to try and draw out as much as she could. She managed to get some out, but how much she wasn’t sure. The man wasn’t as long as Ofi, but he seemed virile enough to make her pregnant, if it came to that. So she worked her slit more, her ministrations at the same time arousing her. Pursing her lips, she mewed softly as her palm hit her pearl, rubbing it as her finger dug about. She took her time, and made sure she was as clean as she could manage, even taking the extra few minutes to trim up her landing strip. She wanted to look her very best for her husband, as she would be working to make up to him for her transgressions. She owed him, and she knew it.

Daniel, for his part, had been busy, too, by mainly getting his nerves under control, a highball of scotch helping with that. He then went to the medicine cabinet and took out what he thought he would need, including aspirin. He went to their bedroom, and turned down the bed, the silky sheen of satin sheets shimmering as he turned the lights down. Stripping, he tossed his clothes in a pile in the corner, for Tessa to clean up later, a subtle dig at her new-found station. He was going to get his pound of flesh.

When Tessa stepped from the bathroom, her hair dry and naturally hanging from her scalp, long tendrils drawn downward across her shoulders, no makeup, and no perfume, she was just as nature made her. With full, firm breasts, erect nipples, a taut stomach, and a curly patch of hair aiming to her garden, and her folds were puffy from the manipulation, as was her pearl, cautiously peeking out from under her hood, she was the true, natural beauty Daniel had been able to land as his wife. She looked nervously at her nude husband, who was stroking his dick, a small coating of petroleum jelly on it, fingers moving slowly back and forth.

With his free hand, Daniel beckoned her to the bed, and then on to all-fours. Kneeling to the sheets between her legs, he used his knees to spread her legs a little wider, and then he leaned forward, aiming his cock at her. Then he pushed her head down from behind, until she was face-first on the mattress.

Tessa had little idea what was planned, other than this new position with her husband, something she was actually looking forward to. “Please… Danny… take me. Make me your woman…” she purred in her come-hither voice. Keeping his hand on her neck, he obliged, and leaned forward more, aiming the mushroom of his shaft at her exit hole. Then she squealed and tried to writhe. “Honey! Wrong place!” she cried out.

Daniel simply pressed harder, using his free hand to hold her still, while his other than held his cock and he pressed harder. They had never had anal sex before, and he knew next to nothing about how to do it. But he had heard from other guys at work about it, and how it asserted their place over their woman. Daniel aimed to do the same thing. “Shut up!” he commanded. “You’re doing this! If you can fuck a black man, you can take me up your ass!” And then he gave a hard thrust, one that made her cry out, but at the same time made her body submit, and he gained some purchase inside her.

Tessa’s voice uttered loud yelps of protest, wordless cries of violation, but as Daniel was able to force more and more of him into her, she found herself relaxing, and actually submitting to this. With a final thrust, his shaft popped into her, past the second anal sphincter, and then it was just a matter of pushing deeper, until he was buried inside. He held steady, to help her adjust, something that he just did, without knowing why, and then he began to withdraw, before cycling his hips to screw his wife, performing anal sex for the first time.

Tessa had no clue what had been coming, and when it happened, it scared her at first. So much so that she was tense in all the wrong places. But as he forced his cock at her rear repeatedly, she somehow had a thought her mother had taught her many years ago.
“When you get married, your husband is going to want to have sex with you in all sorts of ways. Let him, and he will love you more for it.” Her mother’s voice echoed softly, and so she let go of the fear, and relaxed, Daniel’s shaft finally opening her.

The feelings weren’t much, other than fullness, but as he used her, she began to breathe heavily. Her eyes closed, and she let her thoughts wander, of sex with Daniel, sex with Ofi, and that horrid moment with Andre. Her fingers wound up wandering to her pearl, and she began to tease herself, index finger working away as Daniel worked away, her soft voice now moaning. The pace was growing faster, and his thrusts harder, as was her finger’s motions to keep up. She found herself yielding, and reaching a new door in her mind, opening it to peek inside and finding happiness. She was finding submission in a new form, and it was to her husband, the man she loved, and she found herself loving him more.

Daniel began to hump her even harder, his voice growling. He began to utter some nasty words. “Take this, slut. You’re MY bitch!” Words he would normally never say, especially to his wife, but somehow, in this aggression, in the release of his anger and frustrations, it helped him. They helped his feelings and helped his sexual pleasure. He was degrading his wife, and she appeared to be enjoying it, moaning from his taking her ass, not aware she was fingering herself to sexual heaven.

His testicles drew tight, and his thrusting became spasmodic, and then he erupted in her bowels, a loud bellow of his conquest, as his wife cried out in her own orgasm, a near-perfectly timed sexual release for both of them. Shots of his seed spilled into her as he held steady, much as Andre had, his cock pulsing as each jet escaped his body. Then he got lightheaded and leaned forward, forcing Tessa flat on her face, his hot, sweaty body atop hers. Rolling to the side, holding her with him, he kept his cock in her ass as he slowly drifted to sleep, the highball and climax helping him to dreamland.

Tessa, herself, had her own woozy drift, with Daniel’s arm d****d over her chest, holding her to him. She didn’t want to wake him or risk upsetting him any further, so she simply snuggled in, and closed her eyes. Her last words were “I love you.” softly whispered.
Dan replied by snoring.

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The next morning, Daniel dashed off to catch his flight, and begin his ordeals at work. It was either that, or lose his job, which might happen anyway. He was in such a hurry, that he didn’t notice the gold box leaned against the pillar holding up the portico. Inside the box was a dozen long-stemmed red roses, of exquisite beauty. There was also a card, imprinted with the simple words… “For My New Wife…”