"Shit, shit, shit, Monica, keep going, keep going and make me cum all over your face. I wanted to do it that first time, but I never got the chance. I wasn't planning on cumming on your face, but I wanted to so badly."
'I knew it.'
"Good thing you took off your shirt, because I'm sweating my ass off, but you are cooling off, at least the top half of your body."
Then I slowly let his wood out. "Do you think I should strip completely?"
"Yes, I do."
"You know," I stated, standing up. "If you wanted to see my bush, you could have just said so," I let him know, prior to undoing my shorts.
I pushed them down, along with my panties, and let my hairy vagina come into the light. "You better keep watch, horny man," I alerted him, dropping back to my knees.
"I will, I will, dear loving wife," he moaned, taking several strands of my hair in his hands.
As I began thrusting my lips again, he played with my hair and breathed ever so heavily to deal with the pleasure. I surely didn't know just how long we had before Al's teacher showed up, but I threw caution to the wind and pleased my hubby the most I could with my mouth.
"Yes, deep throat me now, Monica. Then I might just fill your stomach up with my seed if you wish, I'll do it for you."
I giggled just a tad again and kept his entire pecker in my mouth. I couldn't just keep it in there that deep forever, but for the time being, I sucked as hard as I could and had him go into his pure paradise state.
'He is tapping his feet now, that's his signal that he is getting close to cumming. Don't worry; your loving wife will finish the job.'
"You're on a thin sheet of ice now, babe. Your mouth is about to break it open now, so please don't stop now. That was so mean when you did it like that on my birthday last year."
I abruptly let his schlong out. "I only did it once, and I confessed two minutes afterward that is was mean," I reminded him, stroking his rod right before I slanted my head down. "I said I was sorry," I fretted.
He leaned to me and kissed me. "Well, I can still kiss you even though you just had my johnson in your mouth, so that should make up for me giving you shit," he mentioned, placing his hands on my butt.
"I know, but it was bitchy for me to do that, even as a joke. I made you have to stroke your pecker for like five seconds to make yourself shoot."
"It was my birthday, so it was supposed to be special."
"Well, when was the last time you came on my jugs? I don't remember, and I'm guessing you don't either. So, let me make it up to you, you may today and every single birthday you have for the rest of our lives, cum on my hooters, fair enough?"
"How do I know you'll live up to it?"
"Well, maybe I'll ask you to do something for me to make us even, so I have to live up to it," I announced, before I took his prick back into my mouth.
"I think I know what you are talking about, but I'm going to enjoy this for right now, you thrusting your insanely mushy lips on my pecker. I'd love to shoot your melons at least another sixty times, even when we're still in our nineties. I can't think of another spectacle to make this marriage wonderful, other than the love itself," he moaned, fondling my head.
I giggled yet again as I knew the exact feelings he was feeling. I'd never condemn him for having those weird feelings, so I just doubled down on his pleasure and applied more pressure to his dick by pressing my lips on it harder.
The effects nearly automatically showed when his hands pushed down on my head a bit. He made me take a little more of his schlong into my mouth, but I sure didn't mind. He hadn't forced me to gag just yet, so he was okay.
Although, once he did, I felt his johnson vibrate more and more as if it was a vibrator, only better as it was real. I knew it was true; he was about to shoot, but yet, he didn't let go of my head, and I didn't force myself off his rod either.
"Holy shit, I think we might just finish this time, babe, Al's teacher still isn't here. I don't know where she is, but I'm quite enjoying this quality time together right now."
Although, then I broke free from his grip and let his cock out. "And I love it too," I let him know, bringing my boobs towards his member. "Now cum on these soft pieces of my flesh, you seem to love so much," I ordered him, stroking it.
"I wish you were bi-sexual, so maybe you could appreciate them as much as I do," he moaned, shaking the entire chair.
"Don't worry, I get it, the appeal of big tits, you don't have to explain it," I mentioned, stroking his pecker faster. "And look at me the whole time too, horndog."
He failed to cover his face or close his eyes, and he just watched me be his sexy wife as I made him have to drench my bosoms. I didn't peek at his dick for even a second, I just saw it by feeling it. I didn't move it either, I just had him unleash his load to the same place, which was my left boob, but of course, it did splash onto my other one and onto both my chest and stomach too.
"Oh, I love hot cum," I stated, leaning towards him.
I kissed him once and grabbed onto his pants. Then I pulled them off him as I leaned away from him. He took it upon himself to take off his shirt as well, so I took off his socks and shoes too.
"Now, we're both naked," I pointed out, coming up with him on the chair. "Congrats, you got your dick sucked, and you came on my jugs. We probably would have gotten expelled then if we got caught, and I had a bunch of white stuff on my breasts. Although, we didn't get completely naked then, so with our nude bodies already out in the open, I have to ask, should we stop, Dwight?"
"As if I can say no," he pointed out, placing his hands back on my butt.
"That's correct," I said, rising a little bit and grabbing his member. "You never turn down your wife, whether she is naked or not," I mentioned, letting it into my slit. "I've taught you well, and if you are even thinking about joking that Jenny Lumper taught you that, I might think about squeezing your balls."
"Although," he said, coming up with me. "You wouldn't do that, because even if I was thinking about joking about that, you are still perfect and wouldn't stoop that low."
"Oh, shut up and fuck me," I ordered him, putting my hands on his shoulders. "I'm not some chick you are trying to impress; I'm your horny wife, so bring out your big guns too and fuck me hard."
"Yes, sexy wife," he moaned, before he began thrusting his wood in that position.
He held my butt tight, and I did the same for his shoulders. I made sure to leave a small gap between us so he could see my jugs flopping around just a foot in front of him. He failed even to take it slow, just as I suggested, and pulled out the heavy artillery.
Feeling his dick jam itself inside me made me feel like a pleasure storm coming over me. As we looked right into one another's eyes, the emotional spike went way up. The notion that even after all those years of marriage, we were still hot as hell for each other made everything worth it.
"After all the fights, the bullshit we did put each other through over the past twenty years, it is all nothing compared to fucking you right here in this same room, Dwight. It speaks to the fact we are soul mates, I think. Maybe that floozy broke up with you just so I could be with you, who knows, but I too would never want to go back and change things. I love you, Dwight, I love you, I love you, and I love you some more."
"Who is flattering who now?"
"I just appreciate you for all of the times that you didn't lash out at me for biting your head off, that speaks to how much you love me."
He got close to me. "And you only have yourself to blame for that," he reminded me, before kissing me.
We stayed close for a few seconds, but then I pushed him back. "Can all the mushy love crap, and fuck me."
"Yes, my lady," he moaned, placing his hands on my boobs right over my nipples. "Fuck you; I'll praise you whenever I damn well want to, please."
"Very well, master," I giggled, placing his hands on his stomach.
He pushed himself to make his wood go into my pussy as deep as possible in that position. After another moment, I didn't have to move even an inch for my jugs to flop around again. He made the spectacle happen just with his movements.
In no time at all, he had my cunt feeling the pain, but I sure loved it though. Then neither of us could look at each other, and we both had our eyes closed as well. Needlessly to say, neither of us paid attention to the door and cherished each other.
"Fuck, I think I've added at least a couple of inches to your dick by now because it seems to be going in so much deeper now."
"Thank you for that."
"Between my mouth and my breasts, I'm pretty sure you'll never repay me, will you?"
"Nope, but I don't mind being in their debt."
"I'll hold them over you for the rest of your life, but in the end, I'm just going to keep raising your debt though, so don't expect ever to get out."
"Duly noted," he moaned, grabbing onto my thighs. "Holy shit, your wet snatch is unworldly too, just like your mouth. You're the complete package." he let out, holding me in place and helping me go up and down. "I'd surely want you to slap me, torch my porche, and take a sledgehammer to that 65-inch TV too, if I ever thought about trading you in, even for a second."
"My turn to say duly noted, and I will do all of that, so you better not present those circumstances to me. You love my knockers, and I love your dick. We both believe they can do amazing things, but the difference is, you just have to see my tits, but I have to feel your johnson inside me."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No," I responded, shaking around my body even more. "I'm just stating what makes us work, that's all. That's why you told me to do all of that if you did put forth that situation. You never will, but that's still the perfect picture of our relationship. It is nothing to be ashamed of, just something to remember. We've made it perfectly clear that we are happy and now we're just basking in the glory, that's why you gave into me right in this room, both times."
"Have you been practicing this speech?"
"No, smart-ass, it came right from my heart, the one you fell in love with, remember?"
"Yes, but I'm not sorry for this," he mentioned, closing the gap between us and wrapping his arms around me. "I'm a sucker for being mushy when it comes to you, Monica; I can't help it."
"Nor should you," I stated, before I encased my arms around him and pasted my lips back to his.
We both let out our old versions of ourselves when we were horny young adults back in our senior year, and let the love flow out. I felt his wood shake around more and more with each passing second that went by.
I couldn't believe just how much sexual chemistry we honestly had, but all either of us could do was take full advantage of it with our tongues, chests, and of course, our hands as well. Once again, I moved my butt around to make my husband's pecker move around with me, even as we kept kissing.
I surely noticed that we both had sweat flowing down our foreheads, so I knew we both had tolls coming upon us, but yet, neither of us wanted to stop. We both applied pressure to each other's bodies that I almost thought we'd break each other in half.
That didn't happen though; we just connected yet again in the way we loved, kissing each other endlessly. Not usually when we were naked in our son's English classroom, but just making out as the lovers we were.
About five minutes into our make-out session, I felt him twitching a bit. "Oh, you're cumming now, you horny man."
"I'm sorry, babe."
"Why?" I asked, parting my lips from his. "It is not about how long we last, but the connections we make during the sex."
"Okay, honey."
I kissed him again and calmly rose up right over him. "All this just might say everything," I pointed out, spreading out my pussy lips. "And there is that baby juice plummeting out," I said, as we both watched.
It landed down on his legs, but he didn't whine at all. I couldn't be sure how much he got exactly, but then I dropped right back down to him. We didn't say a word or look directly at each other, but we did rub each other's bodies and enjoy the intimacy again.
This time, his cock didn't enter my snatch, and I just sat on his lap. We kissed one another like lovers, and it seemed like nothing else mattered. Nothing needed to be said, but our actions and lack of them also said a lot.
Although, after another five minutes, he wrapped his arms around me again, and got up. He held me for a moment, but then he turned around, so I was sent to the chair. Then he let me down and took my hands in his.
We both stood there for a moment as his cock gently touched my stomach. I couldn't be sure what he had in mind, but I patiently waited for him to make his next move. That paid off as he abruptly turned around and pushed all the stuff on the teacher's desk.
"Whoa, what the hell, dude?" I chuckled.
"If Ms. Watson hadn’t made us wait over a half-hour now, then she'll deal with this," he let me know, turning around.
He grabbed me again and easily laid me down on the desk, with my ankles hanging off it.
"Allow me to make you feel good, dear perfect wife," he mentioned, getting down on his knees. "I can give you some tongue time down here too," he said, before placing fingers from both of his hands on my pussy and letting his tongue come down onto it too.
"And I'm more than happy to accept it too," I moaned, placing my hands on his head. "I guess I'll keep an eye on the door now."
He nodded and started licking those lips ever so slowly as our eyes stayed together. "If we go down, babe, we go down together. We'll be naked, but having the time of our lives, and there is nothing wrong with that."
He shook his head no and smiled as much as he could. Once again, I unleashed his sexual side, and then all I could do was lie back and let all the pleasure come my way. His tongue slithered around inside my twat and massaged those pussy walls effortlessly.
Even as I was shaking relentlessly and making the desk vibrate, I locked my eyes with his again. The power of oral sex between us seemed to be stronger than ever, whether my lips were around his cock or his tongue inside my slit, the oral sex had power.
"Oh, yes, my handsome husband, please your beautiful wife by letting that tongue lick all around down there. You don't just have to lick inside my cunt; you may slather those lips with your saliva too, my pussy juice gets lonely."
"Anything for you, my love."
"You really can't turn the 'mushy' off, can you?"
He shook his head no and slowly placed his hands back onto my hooters. He grabbed onto them hard as his tongue ventured back onto my lips down there.
"Oh, yes, now you're licking them, you do listen well," I moaned, caressing his head again.
"That speaks to the chemistry too," he pointed out, sticking in his right pointer finger. "Without that, we'd be doomed."
"Okay, but shut up already and get me off, we still have no idea when Ms. Watson will show up."
"Hey, this isn't a race, as you said, it isn't about how long you go, but about the connections, remember?"
"Fine, but fuck me," I ordered him, arching my back up with him and right before I shoved his face back into my snatch. "Now make me give Ms. Watson's desk the perfect aroma of my juice, she'll love it, even if she doesn't know what it is."
He failed to do one thing for more than a minute down there. He licked those lips up and down, from side to side, and all around it too. Although, he made sure to let it just go in and out of my slit from time to time as well.
Of course, to top off his sexual skills, he also used his great tongue to come onto my labia now and then. He only teased it for the first few minutes, but he still pleasured me beyond my wildest dreams in that classroom.
"Oh, I bet you would have returned the favor here all those years ago if we hadn't gotten caught, right?"
He nodded again and applied a little pressure on both sides of my twat. He didn't hold me tight, but of course, it appeared to keep it as a better target for his tongue accurately. I still jiggled around a bit, but those swollen lips and clit stayed put for him.
In that way, he managed to give my pussy walls fuller and juicier licks with that slick tongue. Each one ended with him coming towards my clit just to provide it with an extra small touch, but nevertheless, with each one, I still made the chair push back a tad.
He had no issue following me around, even just by those inches, which yet again, made him all that much sexier to me. I did my best to keep looking at him, although, his tongue and technique used by him had other plans.
"Oh, fuck me," I moaned, closing my eyes and leaning my head back. "Did the temperature just rise like thirty degrees in here, or is it just you?"
"You just have horny husband fever, that's all. It just goes up when you get hot and heavy with your hubby, but a few extra degrees becomes worth it, right?"
"Yes, just get your face back in my snatch," I commanded him, pushing his face back in there.
"Gladly," he chuckled, resuming fucking me and pushing my legs apart as far as he could.
Then I couldn't peek back at him even for a moment because I was too busy playing defense. I had drenched Ms. Watson's desk with both the sweat from my back and my pussy juice to make it quite slick and easy to maneuver on as well.
I surely knew with a ticking clock, the thrill of doing it in that room, and of course, having my hunk of a husband doing it for me, all that added it up in my head to make me hot as hell. My arms, stomach, and just about everywhere was boiling, but he had my cunt on fire.
"Oh, you fucker, Dwight, now you are sucking on those lips. Dare I ask, are you trying to clean off her desk now by drinking that juice?"
"No, I just want to please you a little more."
"I love you, Dwight," I giggled, caressing his head.
"I love you too, Monica," he added, before giving my lips a full lick from bottom to top. "I'll do anything to please my woman."
"I may just have to test that out now."
We never peeked back at each other, but he took my lips back into his mouth yet again and immediately began sucking on them like two soft and wet pieces of candy. Never before did I ever think we had better sex, but I could have just been biased at that moment.
"Fuck yes, Dwight," I cried. "Make me cum all over your face, I'll clean it all right off your face, just as any good wife should."
My crying words failed to distract him; in fact, he sucked even more of my lips into his mouth, so both were entirely in there. I certainly felt my twat leaking out faster than a faucet, and I could only figure that he did drink it because I didn't feel it on my legs.
I felt his head becoming quite hot as well, so I knew he was playing to win as well, while the prizes for both of us was each other. The sexual activity was superb, but of course, our excellent relationship with each other made it that way.
The love he had for me made him want to fuck me in that classroom when I proposed the idea somewhat, so it seemed that there was no stopping us from growing old with each other. I wanted to keep my orgasm down for the time being, but then I made myself lean up and peek at him again.
I rose up so my body was up with him and we looked at each other again. "In the end, even if we do get Al expelled, he'll be rich in relationship advice, and we'll make damn sure he grows old with the same woman he marries. If he has parents that are this in love, he's set for life."
He nodded and stuck his fingers back in there again too. I kept my legs spread for him, so he had complete access to my soaked pussy. I couldn't fathom the consequences of what would happen if we did get caught, because I was in heaven.
"Words cannot express how much heart I have for you, Dwight. You are my knight in shining armor, and I couldn't be happier that I was too lazy to get back on the pill. When we used those condoms, you got me pregnant, and we set our lives together. That was the best decision I ever made, period," I sobbed.
I saw a few tears show on his face as well, so I knew the emotions of my words came into his system. It still didn't stop him pleasing me, although, I did indeed feel him coming onto my labia a bit more too.
"Only a good husband knows when to stop teasing his wife and give her what she wants."
He moved his head around, which made his tongue act like a figure skater, gliding all over my clit ceaselessly. My heels began hitting the desk as if it was a drum, and my heels were two big drum sticks.
"I'm loud now with my feet, why don't you make me scream?"
He slowly let his tongue out, and nonchalantly rose up with me. "Anything for you, princess to my knight in shining armor."
"Hey, I'm a queen, buster."
"I'm sorry, queen," he stated, before kissing me and lowering himself back to my twat.
His tongue went back up in there, and we exchanged eye contact yet again. I immediately felt him slathering my pussy walls with his saliva, but only for a moment. I just kept my palms flat on the end of the desk and watched him closely.
I saw his head move a bit, but he never let his eyes off mine. We both knew what was to come in the coming minutes, if not just seconds, and we both glared at each other to truly experience it together.
"Is it just me, or does it feel like we're about to jump off a five-story building into an ocean in the tropics?"
He nodded literally one second before he made sure to let his tongue come directly on my clit. He instantly gave it a full lick from top to bottom, but he did it ever so slowly.
"Oh, yes, just like that, you horndog," I moaned, leaning back and using his head for leverage to stay up somewhat.
In less than a few seconds, my pussy unleashed the mighty force of my female orgasm all over his face. I stayed up with the help of his head the whole time. I'm sure I made his head feel a little uncomfortable, but my juice certainly made up for it.
I surely felt my juice splashback onto my legs and pussy a little bit too. I loved it, and I know Dwight cherished every single drop of my juice as it squirted his handsome face as well. Needless to say, we both grabbed a couple more sexual points with each other.
My orgasm lasted about twenty seconds or so, and I couldn't see his face become soaked, but I knew it happened. Roughly thirty seconds after I couldn't let out another drop, I peeked back down at him as he glanced back at me.
I casually pulled him up with me and let my tongue out. I instantly began licking my seed off his face, starting with the bottom of his left cheek. I did it rather lazily and quite pleasurably too.
"And only a good wife cleans up after herself," he muttered, placing his hands on my butt.
I failed to respond to that; I just let my tongue do all the talking as my slit cooled down. I felt just a little uncomfortable, but I still loved the emotional feelings from the whole thing as well.
After a few minutes, my tongue came off his face. "I don't know where the fuck Ms. Watson is, but I'm certainly glad she isn't in here."
"I couldn't agree more, but it does speak bad of her character, she knows we're supposed to meet her here, but yet, she is a ghost."
"Well, she was just gonna whine about Al anyway, we didn't actually want to hear it."
"Nope," he added before his eyes went down over my right shoulder. "Oh, shit," he chuckled before he moved over to the other side of the desk. "And Ms. Watson left one of her drawers open too," he pointed out, looking down in it.
"What's in there?"
He reached down and pulled his hand back up a few seconds later.
"Oh, a strap on, really?" I giggled.
"I guess, I wonder if she is a lesbian," he mentioned, glancing back at me.
"Or, she has a man that actually lets her use it on him," I theorized, coming towards him. "Holy shit, there are pictures in here too," I said, picking them up. "Well, points for the lesbian idea, she is using it on a woman in this one," I pointed out, studying it. "Fuck me; they are having sex on the desk, the one we just screwed on, dude," I laughed, before showing him the picture.
"Oh, that's some hot stuff, there is nothing wrong with doing it with another woman in here. And they seem to be into it too," he said, before a pause. "I'm speechless, but she is a dirty woman. Maybe it is the results of being in this room; our sexual ghosts could be haunting this room still."
"And there are a few in here, dude," I told him, picking up a few more pictures. "Ms. Watson is a lesbo obviously, nipple licking close-ups, pussy rubbing, and just kissing too. You can tell the camera was shaking a bit too, so it must have been sweltering," I mentioned, before giving them to him. "I know how much my man loves to see two women together."
"That's right, you do," he let out, sitting down on the desk again. "Wow, we have no idea who is teaching our son English, but here is one where it shows the other woman's face," he pointed out, squinting at it.
"Can you tell who it is?" I pondered, sitting next to him.
I watched his face for a few seconds, but he leaned away. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that the principal, Mrs. Dawson?"
"No," I chuckled, grabbing the picture. "It can't be, because the principal is married, so she'd be having an affair," I spoke, prior to viewing the picture myself. "Well, her face is blurry, but yes, I'm pretty sure that is the principal. Wow, what the fuck did we just stumble onto here? Both of them know we're here, but Ms. Watson left that drawer open? Fuck, I'm speechless too. Although, on the other hand, if they do catch us naked here, we're safe, because we know this now."
"Wow, we haven't even come in contact with either of them, but yet, this is the best parent/teacher conference ever. You're right; we got them now, we could even get Al straight 'A's with these pictures."
"Well, yes, we don't want to spoil Al," I made clear, before kissing him.
"What the hell is going on in here?!" we heard a female yell.
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