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Joan's Year Of Changes
byengywwok©

My name is Edward King. I'm an engineer in a prominent architectural firm. I've been a company shareholder for nearly twenty five years. On my third year at the firm, I had a house built in a nice neighborhood on the east side of town. My wife, Joan and I have raised our twin daughters in that house and both recently graduated from college.

About five years ago, Joan went back to teaching full time. For years, she had been a substitute high school math teacher for the local school district. But, the girls were seniors and were choosing colleges. The extra money from Joan's new full time position would help pay dual college tuitions; so, I was happy with her decision.

The day after our daughters' high school graduation, Joan got an offer. It was for the position she wanted. I always knew she would get it. Joan is a smart, well organized and determined woman. She has taught Sunday school; coached girl's volleyball; helped with the annual church festival and the local pregnancy center all while successfully raising twin girls.

As I said, It didn't surprise me that Joan got the job; but, the school was across town and that did surprise me. It worried me to death. Corrville was recently acquired by a private company. The city would only renew the company's contract if there was a demonstrable improvement in test scores. Joan saw this job as a calling; a chance to do something good for others. Even though I worried for her safety, I couldn't tell her to abandon the position.

Joan was as nervous as a freshman on her first day of school. She left early and, what became a habit, she came home late. I was sitting on the couch when she came in through the garage. She was wearing a mid length black wool skirt and jacket with a pink silk top.

Joan stepped out of her high heels before walking across the white carpet to sit next to me. She told me about her day. Period by period she described how the students filed into her room and how she had to tell them over and over again to be quiet. Honestly, I've forgotten most of what she said but I'll never forget how she looked. Even with a blouse buttoned up to her neck, and a skirt that shadowed her knees, her charms were obvious. Joan has kept her shape over the years. In fact, she's probably in better shape than when we first met. I can say that because after having the girls her body blossomed into a perfect image of mature femininity; she has a big bust, a tiny waist and a small shapely ass,.

Taking her all in, I began to worry about this desirable woman teaching in a bad part of town. I kept my worries to myself and waited a few months before voicing my concerns. When I did, I was shocked to be immediately put on the defensive.

We were eating dinner when I said, "You know, I'm a little worried about you spending so much time at school. I mean can't you do more of your work here?

Joan suddenly stopped eating and asked flatly, "What do you mean?"

I decided to just say it, "You get home after dark. That's not the kind of place for a woman after dark.

"Ed, you can't assume just because most of my students are black that I'm in some sort of danger."

"That's not what I said, Joan. It's just that Corrville High isn't known for sports or academics. You said yourself that if it weren't for the vice principal being such a big guy and always walking the halls, you'd be worried."

Joan relaxed and said, "Yeah, but that was when I first started. Everything's fine now. You're welcome to come by the school. Drop by some time. It's just like Hamilton East."

Hamilton East is the public high school near our house. I doubted Corrville was anything like it. But, Joan was so enthusiastic that I didn't say anything. When I looked up from my plate, Joan was staring at me the way a person stares at something ugly.

"You're right Corrville is not like East Hamilton but it could be someday. The kids are a little rough around the edges. But they can learn. James told me that his office has already received a bunch of letters from parents thanking us for making their school something they can be proud of; we're doing important work there."

I agreed with her but I reiterated that she was my first and only concern. That at least brought a smile to her face. Later that week I dropped by her school. There were metal detectors and security guards at the entrance. One of them escorted me to the office and the receptionist told me to go ahead up to Joan's classroom.

"Up?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, her classroom was moved to the second floor of the East wing. The core disciplines are being grouped together and that wing was the first to be refurbished. That tells you how important math is doesn't it. It'll be months before we get to the Art department."

I smiled my reply and ascended the two flights of stairs to the East wing. Just as I was rounding the last corner, a deep baritone voiced asked me if I needed any help. The voice came from a large black man in dark pants and blue dress shirt. The top button was unfastened and his tie was pulled loose away from his thick neck.

"I'm Ed, Joan King's husband." He shook my hand and introduced himself as Jim Butcher.

"Your wife is doing a great job for us. She's a great teacher." He said while pumping my hand. He was just finishing his 'rounds' so we talked for a couple of minutes. No wonder Joan felt safe. Who would instigate any trouble with that guy around?

I found Joan in her classroom, grading another pop quiz. She told me it was too bad I missed Jim and that he had just left. I told her that I talked to him at the end of the hall and that he seemed to be a pretty cool guy.

"He is and the kids just love him. He's like a big bear." Joan said casually.

What do you mean? I asked

"Oh you know, he can be mean and ferocious when he needs to be but most of the time he's just bluster and blow in soft fur."

I agreed with a nod then waited for her to finish. As we left, Joan took me for a tour of the school. The equipment and the facilities were worn but everything was clean and functional. After that day I no longer worried about Joan's safety. And I suppose that's good since, as I already mentioned, she's been teaching there for five years. But, what's more, she just ended an affair with Jim.

I wish I could say that I discovered the tryst and forced her to end it, or that she ended it for me; but none of that would be true. Joan was forced to end the affair, I'm sure if things were different she would still be coming home late with her womb full of his black man's seed and sadly, I would be none the wiser.

I found out on a Tuesday about two months ago, Joan came home early. When she made it to the kitchen threshold she stopped. I was sitting at the table. I looked up at her. She was completely still. She wasn't looking at me. She was staring at the six pages of pictures sprawled out in front of me. All the images were of her, naked with Jim.

One at a time I picked each page and held it so she could see the printed images. When I finished, I leaned back in my chair and let a grin spread over my face. At that moment I felt as much a fool as she was a tramp.

"Oh my God" was all she said.

She must have left the front door open. She hadn't pulled into the garage but instead had parked in front of the house so she didn't see my car in the garage. I could hear cars passing the house. Obviously, Joan had not expected me to be home.

I turned my hands upward and asked simply, "What's going on?"

Joan's purse crashed to the floor. She leaned against the counter and tried to stammer through something but quit. So I pointed to a chair and told her to sit. Before she could move I went through the dining room to the living room. The front door was wide open and so was the driver's side door of her car. I threw the door shut and didn't venture outside. The bitch could close her own car door. I went back into the kitchen behind Joan. She was sitting in the chair with her left hand over her mouth and in her right was a page with three images of her on her knees sucking Jim's sizable black cock. There was some glare on the image like it had been taken through a window.

"You're not going to try and tell me that it's not you, are you?" I said sarcastically

"No" Joan said.

She put the page down and looked up at me. There was contrition in her eyes but for what; me or being caught?

"OK, it's obvious you've been fucking this guy. But, for how long?"

Words just burst out of Joan's mouth. "Well Ed you have to understand, it didn't start out this way, I didn't mean for it to get like this."

She leaned forward and tried to touch me but I recoiled and repeated my question.

"It's been going on since the night Tara asked everyone to come out and celebrate her engagement."

"When was that?" I asked forcibly. Then after a couple of moments, I asked more dispassionately, "Where was I?"

Joan helped me remember the first day of her affair the same way she often helped me remember where I had left my keys. "You remember, you were here, it was the night I called and asked if you wanted to meet me at Tara's but you said no. I came home late and you were asleep on the couch."

She kept peppering me with details till it hit me. She was referring to the night I had just gotten back from a long flight and was dead tired because of the layover in Boulder.

"Joan that was a month ago." I said.

Joan nodded.

My voice squeaked as I asked incredulously. "You've been seeing him since then?"

Joan nodded, but after a few moments she recounted that night. "I went with Tara. We met everyone at the restaurant and a few of them wanted to go to a bar. I tried to back out but Tara wanted to go and she was my ride. We all had a great time. We were laughing and talking so much that we were surprised when the waitress yelled 'last call'. Tara was hammered. I said that I would drive her home but that meant I would have no way of getting my car from the school parking lot. So Jim met me at Tara's house and he drove me over to my car."

"So you fucked him in his car?" I asked.

Joan took a deep breath, looked me in the eye and said, "Do you want all the details. Is that what this is about?"

"It's about you fucking your boss and taking pictures to humiliate me." I said with a quick glance down toward the table.

Joan protested, "I didn't know anything about these until today."

"Just tell your story and answer my question." I said flatly.

"I don't remember how it happened. Maybe it was the alcohol, but we started kissing. I didn't fuck him in his car or mine. We didn't have sex that night."

Before I could say anything she said "It happened the following Tuesday. That morning he came to my room. He started out with an apology and we discussed it. We agreed it was a mistake. He made some kind of comment like it wasn't the worst mistake he's ever made. I thought about that all day and that afternoon when he was making his rounds he came in and we talked. I got closer to him than I should have. Jim's an attractive man, when he put his arm around me I didn't protest. I could smell his masculinity but, it was too scary to continue in my classroom. So he told me to follow him home. I left everything on my desk and drove out to his house. I didn't think about what I was doing, because if I did, I would have stopped. When he pulled into his house, I drove by and parked up the street. I went in through the kitchen. It's a pretty house; An old Victorian that they're in the middle of restoring. That was the first time I had sex with Jim."

The silence between us was cold and unwieldy. My next words came only with great deliberateness. "How many times did you do it?"

Joan started to say something then stopped. With a defeated resolve she said, "We met twice."

Automatically my next question fell from my lips "How many people know about this."

For the first time since she sat at the table, Joan looked directly into my eyes. Holding my gaze she said, "No one." I looked down at the table. The pictures were striking. I should have felt wounded and betrayed. I should have been angry. I should have hated her, but, I didn't. In fact, I didn't feel any of those things. I ran my finger over one of the pictures and traced Joan's round ass. In the picture she was on her haunches naked in front of Jim. She was cradling his scrotum with her left hand. Her mouth was latched onto his cock like a suckling pig. The picture must have been taken while she was pumping his member. Her fingers were a blur of white against his muscled landscape of dark chocolate brown. I was aroused by her wanton idolatry. This was something I had never seen before.

Joan began to talk. Her words came slowly and softly but gained in volume and speed. At that moment, it didn't matter what she said. My mind was locked into place by the mystery of a woman that I thought I knew. My cock was as hard as it had ever been but I couldn't let her know that.

So, without taking my eyes off the table I said, "Who took the fucking picture?"

Joan deflated. I tapped the picture with my index finger as I waited for a response. She sat back and exhaled loudly then said "Kevin"

Joan was like a child who had run out of lies and so decided to tell the truth. I kept tapping on the picture and only stopped when she was well into her explanation.

"Ed", Joan said hesitantly.

"I'm here" I said. I was sitting back in my chair, balancing myself on its back two legs. One of Joan's eyebrows rose and she jut out her jaw as my back touched the wall.

"Let me explain." She said through a long exhale.

"That would be a great idea" I said, sounding like a dare.

Joan looked down at her hands and launched into it. "That Tuesday I found out that his wife works at the hospital and usually gets home much later than he does. She's a nurse or something."

I interrupted and said, "So she's helping others and you're helping yourself to her husband."

"Do you want to hear this, or should I just pack my things?" she said with obvious hurt in her eyes.

I never considered making her leave. I couldn't' imagine living without her so I nodded apologetically and waved for her to continue. But then put up my hand up to stop her.

I voiced a bunch of questions. "Do you want to leave? Are you in love with him? Was this some kind of fling?" For the first time, Joan flashed me a genuine smile. It was unnerving and at the same time comforting.

Joan locked me into a tight stare that caught my breath. Her femininity is a weapon; a weapon that she keeps sharp by honing it on my lust. I love seeing how men steal peeks at her when their wives aren't looking. It's great to see grown men act like little boys trying to get a peak of her upper thigh or the top of her breasts. I've seen that smile of hers before. Usually it surfaces at just the time when her power is greatest. When a man looks at her for a voyeuristic pleasure only she can give. I began to feel like one of those boys.

Joan began again, "He kissed me. As soon as I closed the door behind me he pulled me into his arms and I was completely surrounded by his muscles. He has a musky scent and I love it. From that point, I just let it happen. I shouldn't have, I know I shouldn't have but before I knew it, he was lifting me up onto the counter. Even then, Jim was taller than me. We kissed for a while longer and I don't know how, but, my top came open. He gasped like he'd never seen boobs before. You know how I like to have my nipples teased. Well, he must have known that too. I had to ask him to fuck me just so he would stop tickling them with his tongue.

He stood back away from the counter with his fists resting his hips. He smiled and gestured toward the floor. I got down off the counter, kissed him again and unbuckled his pants. He wasn't wearing a belt so his pants fell to the floor. You know what I did next?"

I couldn't answer right away. Her words caught my breath and held it in my lungs. After a loud swallow I answered with a squeaky "You blew him?"

She whispered "You would have liked that wouldn't you?

I put my best frown on and told her to get with her story.

"No I didn't blow him. I pulled my skirt up and turned around so I could lean on the counter."

Joan sat closer, leaned in and whispered breathily, "I don't know if he was disappointed because I never looked at him. My panties were pulled down, the back of my blouse was shoved up to my shoulders and he grabbed my hips. He's big, real big and he used every inch of it. When he was done, I pulled my blouse back down and let my skirt fall back into place. I still had my shoes on. It was really awkward. I mean the tension and arousal was gone. I grabbed my jacket and told him goodbye. He didn't say anything so I left.

When I got in the car I looked at myself in the mirror and decided that it would never happen again."

I let her gaze drop to the evidence of her mendacity. She lowered her head slightly and covered her mouth again. I couldn't tell if she was worried or triumphant so I pointed out the obvious and said with a weary sigh, "So these are souvenirs from that night."

"No, on both counts." Joan said with a shake of her head.

She continued in the same wearied tone. "Those are from the last time I saw Jim. It was going to be the last time ever. And yes it was the second time at his house. I don't know why I let it happen again. I was feeling a bit down. My classes seemed to be going nowhere. You were on one of those extended business trips. I guess I was vulnerable."

I couldn't take any more of her self pity. So I pointed to a picture and turned it toward me. I took off my glasses, cleaned them then made a show of focusing in on the image of her fellating her black boss.

"You don't look like your being forced. But then again, maybe you were tricked but how does a man trick a woman into doing this? Did he tell you it was candy?" My tone was flat and it had the desired effect.

Joan replied angrily, "I went back because I wanted to. I figured since it was the second time and the last time, I might as well make it good."

"Was it?" I asked

"Yes it was the last time. I'm never going to see Jim again." Joan said indignantly.

"No, was it good?" I asked.

"Look at the pictures. He doesn't look sad does he?" Joan said with surprising buoyancy.

"So when were these taken?" I asked again.

"Last week." Joan answered and then continued to explain. "I was leaving work and I noticed Jim was having some difficulty with a student. The boy had blown out of detention and Jim was talking with him. I stayed and helped de-escalate the boy. I knew him, he is in my third period class. Jim and I ended up in his office. There was a lot going on at the school. I can't lie, I asked him about where his wife was. He answered that she wouldn't be home for hours and then flashed me that smile. Twenty minutes later I was in his kitchen again. This time it was fun. But it's definitely the last time."

"How in the hell am I going to believe that?" I said with a steadily rising voice.

"I'm not doing this again; if you'll forgive me. I won't ever let it happen again." Joan said. She sounded like she was the one needing to be convinced.

I left her declaration in the air and instead asked, "who is Kevin?"

Joan's expression fell. She started to mumble then stopped. She avoided eye contact. So I pressed the issue.

"Well, who's Kevin? It seems you've been having a threesome with these two guys. Did Kevin get jealous because you wouldn't do this." I pointed to the image of her face buried in the mass of Jim's pubic hair.

"I'm not going to fuck Kevin." She said as fact.

I countered with, "Looks like you already have. So, If you won't tell me who he is, then I guess I can ask Jim." and began to collect the pictures in front of me. I left the one of her looking right into the camera with Jim sweating over top of her.

That's when everything changed.

Before I could turn and leave the table, Joan blurted out, "Kevin is Jim's step-son."

I came back to my seat and just stared at Joan.

Joan took a long breath and let the words float out on the exhale. "Kevin's a senior. He's 18; Believe me, I checked his records. You don't hear much about him. I think it's because, he's not been able to hold his grades up. A Few years ago he was held back a grade but that's all I know.

My mind was blank. I tried to articulate my incredulity but nothing came. I couldn't speak so Joan spoke for me.

She took a breath and unlike her previous disclosures, her words came slow and measured. "Jim and I were inside the house. It was getting dark outside and neither of us thought to close the drapes. No one was supposed to be home for another hour and a half. But Kevin came home early and saw us through the window. He must have taken the pictures with his phone. I didn't know he was there and I'm sure Jim didn't know."

"Ok, Then he sent these pictures?" I asked, pointing at the table.

Joan nodded.

"Why would he send them here?"

"What do you think?" Joan asked through a deepening frown.

I looked at one of the pictures. It was the one with Joan bent over the counter and Jim standing behind her. He was sweating and concentrating on the white woman beneath him. Joan was staring toward the camera.

"If he is sending them here, then he wants one of two things. He wants you to stop seeing Jim. So he sent these here for me to find and then I would make you stop. But that's pretty risky, I mean, how would he know that I wouldn't say something to Jim? Then everything would be out in the open. Then again, maybe he's just mad and wants to get back at you."

Joan stared at me as I puzzled over the situation; she didn't move and didn't show any emotion. When I went silent and looked up at her she flashed me an uneasy grin.

"You're here. So you knew he was sending them. He told you." I said.

"Yeah he did." Joan replied and then fell silent.

"Well, then he's not trying to get back at you or he wouldn't have told you anything. So, what you're saying is that you and Jim didn't know that Kevin had photographed your fuck session and then Kevin tells you he has pictures and...and he told you because he wanted something and you didn't give it to him. What did he want?"

Joan leaned forward and with her manicured index finger audibly stabbed the picture of her on her knees worshipping Jim's black cock. It was the one where she had one hand wrapped around the base and the other was cupping his big black balls. In it she was licking the underside of his shaft while staring up into his eyes.

Joan tapped her finger on the picture as she told me the rest of her story. "Jim and I had no idea that Kevin was outside. I suppose we should have been more careful but Kevin is never home that early. That night was the only exception. He's the one who locks down the weight room after the team is finished with the equipment. There was a power outage at the school. Evidently a truck took out a telephone pole down the street. Who would have figured? I mean the chances have to be one in a million. But none of that matters now. Kevin came home early, and, he must have seen us just before he opened the door.

When I left, I didn't see Kevin on my way to my car. He wasn't in the yard. I didn't think anything was amiss. I went home took a shower and talked to you on the phone before I went to bed."

I interrupted and asked "Was that the night we had phone sex?"

Joan answered, "Yes it was and it was great wasn't it."

I didn't say anything because it was great, but after finding out what precipitated it, how could I admit to that again?"

Joan continued with her confession, "The next day, I didn't see Jim or Kevin.. I only know Kevin through my formal introduction to Jim. He's not in any of my classes."

I nodded my head and motioned for her to continue, she was enjoying this too much. I knew I should have been angry, no furious at her and I was angry but it wasn't enough.

Joan continued to drone on about her classes that day. "Nothing unusual, the kids were as thick headed as normal but after my time with Jim, none of that stuff mattered. So I had a great day and when it was over, I went home. I didn't let myself feel guilty about not staying late. It was too nice of a day to worry about anything. When I got home, I watched some TV and just relaxed.

The next day started out just as good. I got to work early and had my lessons sitting, ready on my desk. Class after class everything went fine until lunch. You know I've got the 'C' lunch duty. It's the late lunch but I have a free period just before it, so it feels like an extra long lunch break. I was just putting the last of my things into my desk drawer when someone knocked at the door. The door was open so I waved whoever it was to come on in. I was a little startled when I looked up and saw it was Kevin. Like I said he isn't in any of my classes. I asked how I could help him. He didn't answer me. He just stood next to my desk looking down at me in a peculiar kind of haughty way. I asked again if I could help him and he said, "Yeah, you see Miss King, there's something you ought to know. My Mom had to leave my real dad. He used to hit her. She left him, and her family to come here. I was little when we moved but I knew it was something she had to do. She's always worked hard, she said it was for me and I've never forgotten that.

Jim's a good guy. With him around Mom don't have to work so hard. She still works weird times and is gone a lot but she don't come home so tired anymore. She used to go to bed in her work clothes. Now she works her forty and she's done. What can you do for me Miss King?" He was livid as he glared down at me like he was condemning me or something.

He put a piece of paper on my desk. I didn't see where it came from; I don't remember seeing his hands move. The paper was like these but I don't see it in any of these copies. I couldn't say anything. I just looked up at him. He put his finger in my face and told me to stay away from Jim. In fact I'll never forget his exact words, "Bitch I better never see you in or near my house again. You best tell Jim it was all a mistake and that you and him are through; if you don't I'm going to send these pictures to your husband, your church, your neighbors and to anyone else that cares about you.

Joan stopped and I took advantage of the silence to ask the obvious, "So what did you tell him?"

Joan answered wide eyed, "I told him it was a terrible mistake. I said that I didn't mean to hurt him and his mother. I was sorry really sorry and that I would tell Jim that it was over and that I would never do such a thing again. I was practically pleading with him to forgive me but he just stared at me."

I let the words "practically pleading with him to forgive me" roll around in my head" Joan hadn't pleaded any forgiveness from me. The hollow feeling this revelation made was quickly filled with the overwhelming desire to hear her story.

Joan was still rattling off her conversation with Kevin, "He told me that I better be true to my word. I told him I would be and then, that haughty look of his changed. His lip curled a bit and he put his left hand on my desk. He leaned in close to me and said, "I understand why Jim did what he did. You're a whore behind the door."

Joan looked incensed, "He called me a whore. I asked him not to talk to me like that, but he didn't listen. He just kept going on about how I dressed."

"What do you mean about how you dressed?" I asked.

Joan swallowed and then said, "He said that I was always wearing the right clothes but that my skirt was just a little too short and my blouse was always just a little low. He said that I must enjoy the attention. I guess he thought he was complimenting me because he said that I was smart. If anyone tried to say that Ms. King was dressing inappropriately it sounded more like male teenage wishful thinking than reality.

Kevin stood up straight and said he understood why Jim was taken in by me. He said Jim just needs to know that it was wrong. He then said, "You're going to tell him that, but how do you know it was wrong? I know you said so, but saying and knowing are two different things." Ed, you know what he did?"

I shook my head.

Joan dropped her gaze and shook her head disbelievingly as she said, "He grabbed his crotch and said that he was going to give me what I wanted."

"What did you do then?" I asked in a higher tone than I had planned.

"I told him to get the hell out. I got up from my desk, and pointed out the door. That's when he told me that I'd be sorry, but I was so angry that I didn't care. That is until he left. I went into a panic as soon as he was gone. I didn't follow him out into the hall because I didn't want to be on camera. I mean what if he sent those pictures to you or Fr. Wilson, my parents, or one of the girls?" All of that stuff kept running through my head. I called Karen to cover lunch for me, then I tried to find Kevin, but I didn't see him anywhere.

I didn't see him the next day or the next. I started to believe he was just bluffing. You and I had such a great weekend that I almost forgot about him. And then, this." Joan spread her hands out over the table top.

"Yeah, and this." I said angrily.

Joan deflated a bit. But she seemed to understand her own stupidity.

"So how did he tell you?" I asked through the sudden stillness.

Joan gave me a straight smile and said, "There was a brown envelope taped to my door."

"Oh my God, he put pictures in it?" I asked

"No; there was only a piece of paper in it." Joan replied.

I told her to let me see it so she got up to get it from her purse. She handed me a neatly folded note. On one side was typed.

A bargain is a bargain. You didn't keep up your end so I don't have any choice but to do as I said. Your husband will be interested in what I left on your front porch. I'll talk to you about any remedy for this.

I read it and then read it again.

"As soon as I got it, I left. I could barely dial the phone for the office to tell them that I was really sick and I had to go home for the afternoon. You were already home when I got here." Joan said. She gave me a pitiful look and sat back in her chair.

My temper boiled as I stared at the floor. A couple of hours ago, all I could think about was getting home so I could take a nap before Joan came home. I was going to take a fucking nap. Now, everything was wrong.

I started to speak, the words came out in bursts. I honestly can't remember it all but I do remember saying, "Look at what the fuck you've done. Damn it Joan you've ruined our family and you've fucked with Jim's family. And all for what? For what?"

I stood up and without thinking upended the kitchen table. The look in Joan's eyes bothered me but only for a moment. She should have been scared. No, no, she should have been terrified. The whole mess was her fault; all her damn fault. I punched a hole in the wall and then turned to Joan. She was cowering in the corner. There was stark terror in her eyes. I stood in front of her, my fists clenched. I couldn't hear anything but my own fury. I reached out for her but stopped.

I hissed through my teeth and then yelled, "I got to get out of here."

I left. I just got in the car and drove. I didn't take anything with me. I didn't want to stop and talk to anyone. So I didn't really go anywhere. I drove through our neighborhood and past my office. I drove by the elementary and high schools where the girls attended. I walked through the park where I had proposed to Joan and I drove by our first house.

When I finally came home, it was two thirty in the morning. The house was lit up and Joan met me in the living room. Before I could say anything she told me that she was going to quit her job. Then, when I didn't respond, she said "I'll give you a quick divorce if you want one."

But I had other plans.

After Joan sat down on the couch I said, "No, I don't want a divorce. You got this family into this mess and we're going to get it out. First, this Kevin thinks he's playing some kind of game. But, I'm not a high school kid. Let's see how he is going to act when he comes up against a man who doesn't think this is a game. As far your little affair is concerned we're keeping those pictures. I want you as my wife. From now on, I won't be denied. Do you understand?"

Joan nodded, then asked cautiously, "What are you planning Ed? Kevin's only eighteen, you're not going to hurt him, are you?"

I explained my plan. It was simple; really, she would play along with Kevin and set a meeting with him. Then she would text me and I would show up and play the role of the angry violent husband. That would show him that he didn't want to play this game.

Joan nodded; then reiterated my intentions by saying, "So, you want me to agree to meet with Kevin. Let you know where so you can show up to scare him."

"Yeah that's right." I said.

"Do you think it will work?" she asked plainly.

"Yes I do. He's a kid and he's fucking with a man and He'll see it's not a game."

It took some talking but Joan agreed to do it.

That next day we both missed work so we could talk through the reasons for her affair. It was a dispassionate discussion about needs and time and lack of attention. I got a huge erection when she described their love making. She said that Jim held her firmly and without saying anything made her do what he wanted. He made her want to please him. She admitted to being at Jim's house only twice but having little meetings at the school. Most were in the office where they would kiss and neck like teenagers. Once she let him unbutton her top and fondle her bare breasts. She would have fucked him but a student knocked on the outer door to his office.

After that episode in his office Jim came by her classroom more often. He talked to her in the halls between classes and he often walked her to her car. Joan warmed to the attention by wearing revealing outfits. I should've made her quit her job but the stories of her assignations with a large black man were too disarming. They were the stuff of my deepest fantasies. I found my self hoping to hear more. By the end of the day, I couldn't tell her to quit her job.

Early on the second day, Joan sent me a text. She was meeting Kevin at 5:30 PM in the coach's office behind the gymnasium. Since Kevin was responsible for locking up the weight room he would be the last person to leave the gym.

I met Joan after her last class so she could show me to the coach's office. The office sits at the intersection of two halls. With the lights out, Kevin would be able to see or hear anyone approaching from the gymnasium or the weight room. Joan unlocked the outside door so I could enter from the only blind side to the office. She went back to her office and I left until quarter after five.

When I returned, the parking lot was empty. The hall was empty and dark. The office lights were on. Everything was ready for my performance. I walked up to the edge of the glass and stopped. Joan and Kevin were talking.

He was saying in a deep smooth voice "I'm glad you came around. It would have been a messy business with getting these pictures out to everyone. This makes it easier on both of us. Besides, you'll like what I'm giving you."

Joan replied, "Let me see it."

Kevin said, "Fuck that bitch; did you do what I told you?"

"Yes", Joan said.

"Prove it. Pull that tiny little skirt up. Show me that you've been teaching your classes without any panties.

I peered around the corner and saw Kevin sitting on a desk angled away from me. Joan was standing in front of him. She was slowly lifting the hem of her skirt. She never took her eyes off his. She stopped for just a moment. I could only see the side of her face but what I saw was half of a broad smile.

Joan held the skirt bunched up in her fists. It was impossible to see if she was wearing panties. Kevin put his arms around her waist, lifted the skirt and planted his palms on her bare ass. They held that close embrace for several moments. I stood motionless and watched him manhandle my wife. I couldn't look away from it. He fondled her with the same surety and rightfulness as when I pet my dog.

When he stepped back, Joan was breathing rapidly and looked flush. Standing in front of that black boy with her skirt around her waist; I could see her neatly trimmed pussy. Joan never trimmed her pubic hair; at least not for me. She looked over at the window and our eyes locked.

She never told me about going to school without panties. She never told me that he had made any demands upon her at all. I edged away from the window and began to fume. Why did she trim her pussy like that? What the hell was going on?

I heard Kevin say, "Damn! Now that's more like it. Now let me see those tits.

I peered around the edge of the window and saw Joan unbuttoning her top. She then reached around and unfastened her bra. In a moment the bra was on the floor and she was standing in front of Kevin with her shirt open, and no panties. She only looked my way for a second before dropping to her knees. She wanted this to happen. The truth of it was in her eyes. I've never seen her so aroused. Perhaps she was hoping that I would stop her by charging into the office. That was the plan; not going without panties and waxing her pussy.

I took a step down the hall and then leaned against the wall. I was only a few inches from the window but the angle kept me from being seen. I could hear them talking.

"Damn, you are so hot, baby. You'll do just fine. From now on you and I are going to have a great time." Kevin said with a growl.

In her best propitiating teacher voice, Joan tried to admonish her young black lover by saying, "Kevin we can't get caught doing this. You've got too much to lose. I've got too much to lose. If this gets out..."

Kevin stopped her shrill pleading by saying, "I'm only going to say this once. You hear; only once! No one, not even your happy husband has to know about this. If he or your pretty daughters find out; it'll be because of you; not me. Understand me?" There was a long silence. Then Kevin commanded Joan to get into position.

I pushed away from the wall and once again peered through the window. I was startled when Joan's open palms were suddenly planted on the glass. I took another step and I saw her face. She was looking down and seemingly concentrating on something. Then her head jerked forward and she almost hit the glass. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Then in the next moment she pushed back leaving her hands on the glass while her torso surged back and forth. Kevin was fucking her.

"Now, bitch, say what you need to say. Tell me what I told you." Kevin commanded. He didn't sound like a high school senior. He sounded like a man who knew his woman's place.

Joan closed her eyes as she said "I'll fuck you, Kevin; where ever you want, whenever you want and I'll be just the way you want me, but please we can't let anyone find out."

Kevin slammed into her hard almost knocking her into the glass again.

What did I tell you? Kevin growled. Then he continued in a low thick measured tone. "If you do as I say, when I say to do it then no one is going know. You do what you're told and in a year, the only thing I'll be is a shitty smile on your face. Now say it."

Joan's expression changed. She had a slight snarl on her lips and her eyes were half closed. "Fuck me, please fuck me Kevin. I want to be yours; I want to give myself to you. I'll do whatever you want. Just please make me do it. Make me yours all yours; from now and forever."

I could hear Kevin chuckling.

"Damn you're one freaky bitch Mrs. King. Don't you worry about getting enough cock. You're going to get plenty. Oh, you're so wet. Damn the thought of fucking me all the time is turning you on isn't it? I said, isn't it?

Joan lifted her face toward me, her gaze hardened as our eyes met and she said, "I love being bad. You make me feel so good, its so bad to feel like this. I'll do whatever you want.

"Mrs. King, you on the pill?" Kevin said with a breathy grunt.

I couldn't see him but I knew the reason for that question just as I knew the answer.

"Oh my God Kevin, I'm Catholic." Joan cried out.

"I don't give a shit about that. I'm bout to bust a nut. You on the pill?" Kevin asked as Joan's torso rocked faster and more violently.

"No, don't come in me. Please Kevin I might get pregnant." Joan pleaded frantically.

I couldn't see Kevin but I could see Joan. Her head snapped up and she looked out the glass,. He must have been pulling her hair. She was too lost in her own lust to see me. She was more aroused than I had ever seen.

Joan stopped rocking back and forth. A black hand appeared on her right shoulder just as she bared her clenched teeth.

Kevin yelled out "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck yeah!"

Joan's eyes widened. Her gaze locked with mine and her lips silently mouthed, "Oh my God!"

Joan was pulled quickly from the window.

I heard Kevin say, "Well you being Catholic means that I might be a daddy in nine months; But we ain't going to worry about that. You don't tell me no ever again; do you hear?"

"I'll do whatever you want." Joan replied meekly.

"Good; now you and I are going to get along." Kevin said with a hiss.

I considered fulfilling the plan by walking in there and making him shut up. But, I wanted my wife to be his whore. I wanted to see it and hear it. So I stood there transfixed in the hallway till I heard Joan grunting. He must have started fucking her again, but this time, she wasn't at the window.

I almost took a step toward the window and that view of my adulterous wife with her young, black lover, but, I didn't. I knew I had to leave; the risk of being seen was getting too great. So I quietly walked back down the hall and slowly closed the door; holding the latch so as not to disturb Kevin and Joan. I got in my car and drove straight home.

I was sitting on the couch when Joan walked through the door.

"How are you?" was my first question.

"I'm fine. No, I'm great. Did you have a good time?" Joan asked.

"Did you?" I countered.

Without a word, Joan lowered herself onto her knees. She pulled my cock out and began to pull on it.

"You've cum already haven't you? Joan teased.

Nodding my head seemed to change something in Joan. She had been holding my cock licking and rubbing it softly against her cheek but suddenly her grip tightened around my shaft and she pumped it vigorously. Without any prodding she told me her story.

"When I asked Kevin to meet; he insisted that I not wear panties. It's a good thing I did. Right before lunch, after the last kid left, Kevin came in and lifted my skirt. He touched me like I belonged to him. He touched me down there and told me that he was 'pleased'. Outside the cafeteria he touched me again. Ed, I've been so bad, I met him early."

I was close to coming so I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it so my cock popped out of her mouth. She looked up at me.

"You're not on the pill; why did you let him cum inside you?" I hissed

"Because he wanted to." Joan answered.

She slithered a hand up to my shaft, wrapped he warm fingers around it and pumped.

"What else did he want?" I asked almost breathlessly.

"He told me go home. Get down on my knees and love your cock. He said that from now on, that I can't say no to you. He wants you to be happy." I shot a load of semen into her hair. It was my fourth of the night but this time I did it with a smile on my face.

Ch. 02

For those first few days, nothing seemed to change. Joan wore the same clothes, came home at the same time and acted as always. But, that day with Kevin was like a mile marker on a South bound highway. The farther we got from it the more the landscape and the climate changed.

Joan bought new business suits. All of them had skirts that were the same color and style as her old ones, but shorter. The difference was only a couple of inches and that by itself didn't mean much. After all, they weren't mini skirts. She still wore matching jackets with fashionable, button up blouses. All in all, she still looked like a professional woman.

Over time, I noticed a change in her makeup. The makeup wasn't new. She always wore a little something. What changed was the 'little something'. Her quick morning routine of applying foundation and maybe lipstick became a morning ritual of applying eyeliner, mascara eye shadow, blush and finally lipstick.

Because of Joan's size, she's always worn high heels. But she stopped wearing the professional looking three inch high sling backs. Instead she wore shiny, black four inch pumps or strappy high heeled sandals.

Just as her shoes and skirts changed, Joan's underwear also evolved. I suppose this was the first real change that I noticed. But, I assumed it was the least of my worries. Frilly underwear help a woman feel feminine. Since no one would see them, what did it matter if Joan wore silk, lacy thongs instead of cotton briefs? I was right about the femininity but I was wrong about everything else.

Then one day after working late I came home to an empty house. On a normal day I get home after Joan. But, that day I hadn't left the office till well after seven o'clock.

As I paced the hall way the chaotic mantra of "Oh my God, what have I gotten her into", kept running through my head.

I opened the garage and started for my car when she pulled into the driveway.

"Hi Honey!" she said with big smile.

I forgot my worries and nodded with a big smile as Joan stepped out of the car. She was stunning. She was wearing a button up white blouse with a black mid-thigh length skirt and black heels. Her perfume was heavy and smelled great.

She had a disdainful look on her face as she passed me in the doorway.

"What's wrong?" she asked

"I was just a bit worried. You're usually home by this time." I said sheepishly

Joan answered in her slow, 'teacher' voice "Ed, tonight was parent teacher conferences. I wrote it down on the calendar."

I checked the calendar as I passed it on the basement door. She was right; "Conferences" was penned in red ink.

Joan put her bags down on the kitchen counter, turned, leaned back against the granite and asked "What else is bothering you?"

"Nothing" I said unconvincingly.

"What is it?" she asked flatly.

I've never felt so stupid. I opened my mouth a couple of times but nothing came out. I couldn't say the words. I couldn't tell her that I was afraid she was fucking Kevin.

"Ed, why didn't you stop him?" Joan asked flatly

I didn't have to be told what she was referring to, so I answered reflexively "why weren't you wearing any panties?"

"Because he told me to. I couldn't disobey him. You told me to get him to come with me into the office. I did and you didn't stop him." Joan yelled.

I was suddenly angry and yelled back, "I've asked you to go without panties. I've asked you to try different things to make our love making more exciting. You've never done any of it for me. Kevin tells you to go without panties and you don't' just take off your underwear, you make sure your pussy is neat and trimmed. What the hell was that all about?"

Joan seemed to lose her angst and replied simply, "You're not Kevin. And, well, I suppose I'm just different when I'm around him."

"Different? What do you mean different?" I asked indignantly.

As Joan answered me, a small measure of anger crept back into her voice. "When Kevin took me. Hell, when I'm just around him, I'm not a wife or a mother. I'm not a cook or house cleaner. I'm a woman.

"What about Jim; was it different with him too?" I asked cautiously.

Joan answered quickly "Jim was big and cute. He made me laugh. But, we never forgot who we were; we couldn't. With both of us being married we couldn't forget anything. I was always Joan, the teacher and secret lover. And when I came home I was the wife, house cleaner and middle aged mother of two. Kevin fucked me because I turned him on."

Without a pause, I asked "Ok, did it turn you on? Did you like being with Kevin?"

Looking down at the floor, Joan swept her head back and forth and said "Why would someone his age want me? He told me it would feel good and it did. I didn't worry about kids or church, money or work. I was a woman."

Joan looked up, her eyes bore into me as she finished her thought "I don't need this kind of trouble, but he has those pictures and I'm sure he has more. I'm not having sex with him again."

What was I going to do?

I was unnerved because she liked it. She really liked it.

The image of Kevin fucking the hell out of his bitch formed in my mind. The Right edge of my lip curled up just as my dick began to rise. She was his bitch to do with as he pleased. She just didn't want any trouble. Nothing that she said pointed to any moral absolute. She just didn't want the embarrassment of being found out for what she really was; an eighteen year old black student's whore. That's what scared her; it wasn't the possibility of losing me or the house. She was afraid of losing face.

I surprised us both when I said the words that I could no longer hide, "Oh yes you will."

The words came softer than I had intended. Joan paled in spite of the quiet. She drew a breath but I didn't let her speak. I was too angry to stop. "It's about time your prim and proper ass was taught a lesson. You wanted some excitement. You got it. You wanted to have sex with a black man. You did. You never thought of me. You never thought of the twins. So, you're going to get all of the black dick you could ever want. He's going to give it to you."

I looked into Joan's eyes; there was no energy behind them. She whispered "You can't make me do this."

"Yes I can. I'll hire a cut throat divorce lawyer. If you don't do it, everyone will see the pictures. If you don't do as I say, you'll be disgraced and on your own.

The room was suddenly quiet. Many long moments passed while Joan wagged her head. I ignored her and continued with my stipulations. "Now as I see it, this is only going to last a year. During that time, you don't do anything without telling me all about it. Do you understand? You'll tell me everything, every little detail and you better hear me on this one."

I let a pause magnify my next statement. "I will not be denied. Kevin had it right that night when he told you to keep me happy. Because if you don't, everyone is going to know that you've been fucking around, everyone!"

"Ed you can't do this to me. You can't force me into this." Joan said. Her voice cracked as she spoke and tried to hold my gaze with moistened eyes. I didn't let this little bit of contrition stop me. My momentum was too strong.

"Shut up." I said without thinking. I was surprised when she stopped and looked at the floor. How could she have hid her submissiveness from me for so long?

"You haven't been truthful with me about any of this; from your first day on the job you've been lying to me. That stops now! You saw Kevin tonight didn't you?" I asked through an angry hiss.

Joan nodded.

Feeling more in control I asked "What did you do with him?"

To answer my question, Joan pulled up the bottom of her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy was neatly trimmed. Holding her bunched up skirt up so I could see her sex, she told me of her exploits. "I wasn't lying, today was the parent teacher conferences. Kevin came to my room after the last class and asked what time was my last appointment. He came in my classroom after the Hendersons left. I don't know how they didn't see him. He came in right as they were leaving. I had just said goodbye and was still standing. He came in and lifted my skirt. Then he smiled and told me since I was so obedient that I should be happy because he was going to trust me with everything. He didn't fuck me. He just took more pictures of me. We stayed in the classroom and he took all kinds of pictures."

"What kind of pictures? Were you naked?" I asked

"In one way or another, yes. He had me bend over my desk and lift the back of my skirt. I unbuttoned my top all the way and stood in front of the black board. He had me sit at my desk with my skirt up high on my thighs. He took pictures of me touching myself. He photographed me on the desk lying on my back with my legs spread up in the air."

I stopped her listing of poses by asking what I really wanted to know, "Did he touch you?"

"No" Joan said simply. Then as a second thought she added. He gave me this. She let go of her purse and took a lanyard from around her neck. On it was a small thumb drive.

"What is it?" I asked as I took it from her hand.

"I have to have it on me at all times; if I don't he's going to be angry."

I stared at her. Then she shook her head as if to clear it and answered my question. "It's the pictures. All of them plus the ones that he took of Jim and me; he probably has more copies but he said that he wanted to remind me every day what we've done together. He said that soon I won't need this reminder. I don't know what that meant. Please give me that back."

I had the drive in my hand and closed my fist around it. "I'll give you this back after I make a copy." I told her.

Joan looked worried. More worried than she should have been. "What's wrong don't you trust that'll give it back? Or is there something on this that you don't want me to see?"

Joan was quick "Kevin set up an email account for me. He filled it out with stuff we normally would have left blank. The username and password are on the drive. You'll know everything between him and me if you use that account. I just found out about it today. I don't know when he set it up. Honestly I don't, please don't get angry."

I didn't get angry; I couldn't'. I put the flash drive in my pocket and then I kissed Joan hard on the lips. Her tongue probed the front of mouth as my hands found the same places Kevin had touched just a few hours ago. I had her over the island just as naked as she was for him; just as naked as she had always been for me. In our years together she had been too good to say to me the words she said then. "I'll be his whore. I'll take his seed in me. Ed, I'll do it because he tells me to. I'll do it because you want me to. I'll do it because I like it." That was the first time she confessed her desires to me. It was the first time she ever acknowledged a desire for another man. It was the first time she ever told me about the size of another man's cock. Kevin is twice as wide as any man she had ever fucked and nearly as long as her forearm.

After twenty some years of living together I finally discovered just how little I really knew about my wife. She was a sudden stranger and I took pleasure in fucking her like one. I wanted pleasure and I took it from her loose vagina. We fucked three times. Each time she gladly indulged me. She didn't make her usual complaints about her hair or the temperature of the room. She sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. I came on her face, her ass, in her hair and on her tits. We've lived together for twenty years and I've never ejaculated anywhere but, where God intended; inside her vagina.

That night, when I was done with her and she was sleeping soundly in her sticky mess, I went into my office and made a copy of the drive. I stayed up later than I should have looking over its contents.

Nothing on the drive was encrypted. Inside were a few folders. The first one had the information for the email account. The other two folders were titled with a date which I assumed was the date that the pictures were taken.

Four dozen pictures were in the folder with the current date. It was an illuminating experience to look at each in turn. At first, Joan was nothing more than a well dressed teacher standing in front of a chalkboard. Then, with the opening of a few more pictures, she took on the visage of a model in a magazine layout. Elegant and graceful, with a slight exhibition of her cleavage and trim perfectly shaped legs. The next picture changed my mind. Her pose hadn't changed. Her legs were still planted in the same place. Her hips were still slightly tilted with her ass angled away from the camera. Nothing was different but her smile. It was curled like when she's teasing me. The gleam in her eye was the same as when she was happily the center of attention. Another few pictures through the pack and she was naked and looked like a porn star in a behind-the-scenes pictorial.

I was down to the last two pictures. In the second to the last picture; except for her heels, my wife and the mother of my children was naked bent at the waist over her desk. Her lips had the same curl and her eyes had taken on a starry gaze.

The last picture affirmed my suspicion that Joan was already Kevin's play thing. In it I could see her bare back and naked ass. I couldn't see her face because it was buried in Kevin's jeans. In the picture's foreground, the rippled plain of Kevin's dark abdomen ended in Joan's ruffled hair. Her back and ass extended away from him. She was on her hands and knees, naked in front of Kevin, while she throated his cock.

The other folder had the same progression of poses. In the beginning, Joan was fashionably dressed. She was wearing a different outfit but it was still a skirt with high heels. These pictures established Joan as a respectable teacher. The rest evinced the perversion of that profession. Midway through the fifty or so pictures she was standing naked before her blackboard with a wide almost mischievous grin. There was no denying that she was enjoying herself. The rest of the pictures were like an old fashioned flip book. Each photo showed a single small movement until she was once again standing behind her desk.

Near the end of the set of pictures, Joan was bending over her desk. Her legs were straight and her ass was jutting out invitingly. She was a breeding bitch in heat.

She wasn't alone in the last few pictures. As in the first folder, Joan was on her hands and knees, naked while she throated Kevin's cock. After a couple pictures of her slobbering over his dark, uncircumcised penis the pictures changed abruptly. Kevin's camera must have had programmable shutter because it was no longer shot from his point of view.

Joan was bent over the desk. Her hands were at the sides of her ass pulling her cheeks apart. Joan's eyes were closed and Kevin was standing behind her holding his sizeable cock. It was gleaming from either a coating of saliva she had just slathered all over it or the fucking he had already given her.

Kevin was grinning.

In the next picture Kevin was behind her leaning over Joan's naked body. Joan's mouth was open in a wide circle. His cock must have been buried in her. Her expression definitely wasn't of pain but of long sought and finally captured ecstasy.

The last of the pictures showed Kevin fucking my naked wife on top of her desk. It was obvious from the blackboard and the textbooks that they were in her classroom. He was fucking her doggy style. He had a tangle of her hair in his right fist. His leg and ass muscles were flexed and his face was contorted in a vicious snarl. Joan's face was a mask of unrefined arousal.

A man could occasionally fuck his wife; but mostly he made love to her. Rarely could a husband possess his wife. Kevin owned Joan. Her usage was more climactic to her than anything I had ever seen. I was certain that at the moment the picture was taken, she was climaxing. He used her for his own pleasure and she came; and came hard.

The last image was anticlimactic but was certainly very telling. After seeing Joan naked, sucking and fucking her eighteen year old black student; swallowing his spunk and taking his sperm into her unprotected womb a picture of her and him fully clothed and kissing should have left me flat. But, from that night, it is the one image I remember most. It stokes my ire and feeds my arousal. It was obvious from that picture, she would do anything for him. She kissed him like an ardent lover.

I closed the folder and ejected the flash drive. Instinctively I started to turn the computer off but thought the better of it and instead opened the internet browser. Once I had the proper place to put them, the words came quick and easy. It took me only a couple of extra minutes to send the email via Joan's account. I sat at the desk for a few minutes trying to convince myself that I hadn't done something truly horrible. With an admixture of fear, loathing and arousal I flicked off the computer and went up to our bedroom. Before I climbed into bed I put the flash drive on Joan's dresser

I woke up to Joan's heels clicking down the stairs. The flash drive was gone. I met her at the door to the garage and kissed her goodbye. She smelled sweet and looked more like she was going on a date than going to work teaching High School Math. I bade her have a good time. She flashed me a disarming smile and left.

I stood in the doorway and watched the garage door jerk its way closed. It was like watching my old life close and fall away. Kevin was playing Joan perfectly. Hell, he was playing me perfectly. She couldn't claim to be an unwilling participant any more. She needed something that he gave her. It was more than a sex organ; and greater than an orgasm. With him, she had her woman-ness. With me she had children, responsibility and work. My musing turned to anger as I let my thoughts flow. Yes, and with me, she has a big house a new car and a position in our community.

At that moment my ambivalence burned away and I was glad she was gone. I was glad I sent the email. Kevin was no idiot. Joan was unwittingly playing his game and it was such a game that now it was hers as well. She could have reported him at any time. She could have told him 'no' or even told his step father. But she never did any of those things; instead, she capitulated to his every desire.

Kevin's email was the only address in the inbox. He had sent her several messages. At their heart each was really a set of instructions. There were no responses from Joan; until I sent one.

"Kevin, I love our times together. I'm yours now and for always to do as you wish and when you wish it. You know all of my needs even before I do. I want to please you. I want to make you happy. Please Kevin make me yours."

All Kevin had to do was check his computer or his phone and he'd know his grasp on her was complete. He would know that he could use her as he wished and she would oblige. Hell, more than oblige, she'd relish his mastery.

After that morning, Joan and I never talked directly about Kevin. It just never happened. But, even though she never verbally communicated any of her exploits with the young black man, I still knew all about them all. Each day, usually just before going to bed, I'd pull up her online email account and check it for new entries. Through these emails she confessed her adultery with striking detail. The inbox became a diary of sorts; a repository of her adulterous history with her dominant black student. It was dangerous and certainly self incriminating but it was a conduit between the two of us that was devoid of doubt or judgment. Joan compulsively wrote the emails and I read them. I never responded so I could never reproach her. But more importantly, since I read them, I was no innocent victim and I couldn't claim to be one.

She had my tacit approval to be another man's slut. She didn't need it. Because after I sent that email, the decision was up to Kevin.

I guess I was playing his game too. Or maybe I was being played but honestly I've never cared...

Ch. 03

We tried to keep our lives the same. Kevin was a secret we never discussed. Well, that's not completely true. Kevin taught Joan to love and trust her body. I've benefited from those lessons. She wears sexier clothes, not just to work but everywhere. I get great sex whenever I want it which is pretty often because, hell, it seems like I have a hard-on all the time. Joan wants to fuck all the time and on a few occasions, I've found myself having to refuse her. Me refusing her for sex would have been an unthinkable possibility just a few months ago.

I made it a habit to check Joan's correspondence every night. Those emails were a direct conduit into her life as Kevin's possession. We both knew what I was doing. There's no doubt of that. Every night as I closed my computer but, before leaving my office I always opened my browser and checked out Joan's email. It's the account that Kevin set up for her. We've never talked about it. But even so, on these occasions Joan never intruded or interrupted me. The independent, self determined Joan that I married couldn't talk about the debauchery of her submissive alter ego. I think it would have shattered her dual life.

Kevin must have created the email account to exert his control over Joan. I suppose I'm to blame because I started it when I wrote the first letter. That was the one tagged from her work email account. In it I pleaded for him to take me and make me 'yours'. I signed it Mrs King. But, since then, by forcing her to write these summaries he was forcing her to confess. Each letter was a damning testimony he could use against her. I can only assume that he forced her to write them, why else would she do it?

Here is what the first email said in Joan's own words.

"I couldn't sleep so instead of staring at the ceiling and listening to my husband's breathing, I got up and left for work. The horizon was just turning pink when I pulled into the parking lot. The dark hallways were lit only by the security lights at the ends and one set of fluorescent bulbs in the middle. As soon as I got to my classroom I started grading Wednesday's pop quiz.

I had my head down so I'm not sure exactly when Kevin came into the room. With an uncharacteristic aura of confidence he smiled at me. The smile seemed to get wider with each easy step he made.

It's funny how I remember that moment. I can remember only him; his quiet footsteps, the dark color of his jeans, the brightness of his white shirt and the smoothness of his cheeks. I can't remember if it was cold or if the sun was up and coming through the windows. I don't know if there was any noise or voices in the hallway. I think the intercom was silent.

Suddenly he was standing next to my desk, towering over me, making me feel small and defenseless. In one swift movement he bent over and kissed me. He smelled of myrrh and tasted faintly of cinnamon. He lightly sucked my bottom lip and gently tugged on it as he ended the kiss and stood up. My skin was on fire. All I could hear was rushing wind. I couldn't breathe; I couldn't get enough oxygen into my lungs. His kiss replaced my volition with febrile dreams of servitude and oneness. I'd do anything he asked just to have his lips on me again, to feel his heat; to breathe his breath and smell his essence.

I don't know how I managed it, but when he stood up I said "Kevin, the door is still open."

"Well go close it then Mrs King." He said stepping away from my chair.

"Thank you Kevin." I replied

Suddenly he stepped in front of me. His smile evaporated as he reached for my arm. His firm grip lasted only a couple of seconds but in that time he kissed me deeply. I melted into his strength. For an instant I was no more than water in a huge ocean. I knew then, at that moment, what my life was for, but then he suddenly released me. On wobbly legs I went to the door; peered out into the hallway and pulled it shut.

Just as I was turning the key, Kevin spun me around, and pressed his body hard against mine. His big arms and wide chest engulfed me like a sudden darkness. Oh God he is so strong! We kissed and he slowly made his way down to the back of my neck. His passion melted me. I wanted, needed him right then no later and no less than completely.

I can't remember how we got away from the door but I found myself standing, facing the wall, pressed against it with Kevin's muscles and musky strength behind me.

He pulled up my skirt and cradled my ass in his big hands. Just when I pushed it back he started to knead my cheeks. God, it felt so good. Kevin was breathing hard; his big warm hands easily massaged my naked flesh. Not wearing panties was really turning him on. I guess it should have, I did it only for him.

I heard his pants fall to the ground. His hands pushed down my arms and held my wrists away from my body.

"Do you want me to fuck you Mrs King?" He said in a low dark voice.

"Yes." I said without a thought.

Then everything changed.

All at once, he planted my palms onto the wall, grabbed my hips and pulled my bare ass into his groin. He stepped back and I jutted my ass up for him and he was inside me. His brutal thrust nearly lifted me off my feet. His black cock is such a beautiful thing; so long and thick. I was so wet and ready that with only one thrust he was fully ensconced in me; then he slowly pumped that wondrous thing back and forth..I could feel every millimeter invading my body.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked again. His voice had a wicked edge. Answering him this time was an affirmation of my submission. He would know what I've known since I met him. I wanted more than that. I wanted him to do more than take pleasure from me. I needed so much more, but I couldn't form the words. I was stuck between losing myself to this feeling and following his commands.

"Yes." I finally pleaded.

His harsh thrusting stopped and he seemed content to feel my body. I relaxed and melted into him. if not for his hardness behind me and the cold wall in front; I would have collapsed onto the floor. He felt firm but pliant like a man full of confidence and vigor. Then, just as my hand slipped from his grasp and traveled down his arm to his shoulder, his torso, his back and finally to his butt. He suddenly grabbed my hand and put it back where it had been on the wall. He then thrust his hips upward and leaned heavily into me. I couldn't move and he kept pushing upward, stretching me out.

"Yes, what?" he whispered in my ear.

"Yes, Mister Wilson. Please, fuck me. Fuck me hard, fuck me hard."

For an eternity Kevin did just that. I climaxed so many times that the ecstasy of one barely crested as the next crashed over me. My words were an organic extension of what Kevin was evoking in me.

"Oh God, fuck me, make me yours, yours, yours, yours, yours. I'll do whatever you say. I'll fuck you whenever you want. Please take me. I just want to please you. "

I vaguely remember spreading my legs.

"That's it bitch. Open yourself and give me all that pussy." Kevin growled. He was grinding his cock into me. His cock and his words defined me. One was the prize the other was my role in life.

"No one but me can do this. Only me; only I can make you feel this way. Only I can make you cum like this. No one else can do it. You and I were meant to be together. You know it; you've always known it, haven't you?

I closed my eyes hard and nodded. I was surprised that he let me have that small transgression. Maybe it was my tears that blinded him or maybe it was my body. It didn't matter because he filled my being like he filled my sex. His manhood was touching me in unimaginable places. He was all things just as his cock was everything.

He caressed soft words into my soul, "You can do anything with me. There are no boundaries, no rules, no guilt. You can do anything you want. Just remember that you're mine and if you please me; and I'll be yours.

I couldn't answer him with words; they wouldn't suffice anyway. So with my left hand I reached behind and pulled him against me. As his hard body pressed against me and his manhood completed me; his left arm encircled my waist and his right came up behind my neck.

"Oh this is what I want, yeah, this is exactly what I need." He growled

Kevin delicately pulled the hair away from my ear and whispered "We can do anything."

I nodded my affirmation. There were no boundaries on us or between us.

He hugged me tighter. I could feel his legs piston and his stomach flex. His cock surged farther and farther into me. The fucking he gave me erased my thoughts of family and friends. Nothing was more important than what we were doing; nothing. Kevin settled into a hard, steady rhythm and after a while, a measure of simple cognizance returned to me. I felt his lips. They were no longer roaming and moistening the back of my neck. They were planted in one spot. Electric ecstasy ran through me as I thought about them. He was lightly biting my flesh. I flexed my neck but it didn't break the seal between his lips and my skin.

He was giving me a love bite. The sudden knowledge weakened my knees. How was I going to hide it from the students and faculty? What was Ed going to say? I tried again, to pull away but shortly stopped. I couldn't stop him. With his other arm he swept both of my arms under his and held them against my sides. I couldn't move as he flooded me with semen. He took the opportunity when my knees buckled to press me wholly against the wall. I just groaned as he flexed every muscle in his attempt to impale me fully on his cock. I suppose that had its purpose too, because just as he pushed all the air out of my lungs and I felt his organ release his essence, he growled loudly and said "In you, all of it in you. Take it all; all of it bitch."

Kevin whispered harshly into my ear, "This is what you want isn't it? This is what you've been craving, isn't it bitch?"

I nearly fell when he stepped back away from me. I didn't look at him. I was so utterly spent I could hardly stand. It took all my concentration to just stay upright.

"Well?" Kevin asked. His tone demanded an answer.

I didn't answer, with words; instead, I let myself sink down to my knees. I twisted around and took his cock in my hand. I wet my lips and slid them up and down his shaft.

I licked and mouthed his black manhood until I could no longer smell my pussy on him. I ended my ministrations with a kiss. He pulled his himself back into his pants and I made my way up on wobbly knees but not before lovingly caressing his wonderful bulge.

I straightened my clothes, went to my desk for some tissues and started for the door.

"Where you going?" he asked as I passed him.

"Just to the bathroom; they're going to unlock the entrance and let everyone in..."

Kevin flashed me a vicious smile and commanded, "You aint going anywhere." He was staring down at the floor and with an unsettling snicker he finished buckling his belt.

"But, I need to go to the bathroom." I said, sounding like a defeated teenage girl.

Kevin's eyes hardened as he said, "And what? No, you didn't need to take a piss when I first came in here; and you don't now. You're not going to wipe my cum out of you."

What was I going to do? Kevin's semen was sliding down the inside of my thigh. I knew I smelled of sex. I was sweaty and my makeup was a mess. What if my students smelled me? I pleaded with him to let me go but he was resolute. I was not to wash up. When I told him that my skirt was going to have a wet spot he told me to sit bare assed on my chair. It was too much, I was in a panic. He pulled out his camera and suddenly my panic crested and stark terror immobilized me. I don't know how I found the words but I asked "You want to take pictures?"

Kevin bent down to pickup his backpack. He answered me dispassionately. "No, I already got some great ones while we were fucking. Give me the flash drive. I want to download them and the recording of your pretty little voice telling me how much you loved my cock."

I walked back to my desk, grabbed the drive and stopped. The inside of my thighs were coated with greasy fluid. I've never felt so nasty or wrong. I kept my eyes down. I didn't need to see my humiliation in his smile.

"You need to learn to walk a little differently Mrs King. Keep those legs together, you know walk like a runway model." I handed him the drive.

As his fingers closed around it he told me "You ought to be happy. We just had a great time and now you're learning how to walk like one of those fashion whores in the magazines."

I didn't look at him. But my head shot up when he said "I think you may want to go and clean the floor. It smells like someone just got done fucking in here."

Kevin turned and left the room.

A few of my homeroom students shuffled into the room. I said my hellos and quickly went to the spot where Kevin and I had joined. I bent my knees, swept my small skirt beneath my bottom and cleaned up the puddle of semen. More students filed into the room so I stood up but noticed another pearly drop. This one was directly between my shoes. I looked around but just like teenagers they didn't notice anything. I again squatted and wiped the floor. My vagina was a gooey mess. The tops of my inner thighs felt like they were being drizzled with warm honey.

I sat through home room and most of first period. I got up when no one could solve the second home work problem. Thank God I lingered behind my desk for a few seconds before going to the blackboard because; another huge pearly drop fell to the floor. This time it was just behind the left leg of my desk.

I tried to stay seated for the rest of my morning classes. I'm sure some of my students suspected something. There were a lot of curious looks. Could they have guessed that I was full of Kevin's semen? That I; a middle aged white teacher with two adult daughters and a loving husband was full of a black student's seed? Could they discern my shame? I was afraid his sperm would leak down my leg. I pulled my hair over my shoulders and around my neck. Did my students see the hickey? When they came to my desk with their insipid questions, could they smell Kevin's semen? Did I reek of sex? Were my actions giving it all away? The questions were relentless. As time went by; fed by my fear and shame the questions and doubts multiplied. Did the other teachers know? Could they smell the musk on me? Did they see Kevin's mark? My face burned. It seemed like I was always out of breath. I couldn't think. I couldn't look anyone in the face. Words were slow to come and my thoughts even slower. My God what was happening to me?

I never felt so utterly alive.

I went to lunch, as normal, and used the restroom. With my compact mirror I was shocked at the size of the love bite on the back of my neck. You had to lift my hair to see it but it was unmistakable.

I got through lunch and all of my afternoon classes without Kevin. Just as my fears quelled and I started feeling normal again; he came into my classroom. It was my trigonometry class, the last class of the day. I had just dismissed everyone and the students seemed unusually slow to leave.

"Thanks Mrs King" Kevin said cheerfully with a smile as he handed me the flash drive.

After talking to a couple of my students that were also on the football team, Kevin turned to me and in a loud voice said "Thanks for the help with my math. If you have a couple of minutes could you help me with a homework problem?"

"Sure", I said and admonished the last of my students to show all of their work on the assigned homework problems. They nodded their heads and left. I continued to chat with Kevin about his spurious math work as I followed him to the door.

Instead of going out, Kevin closed the door and leaned his back against it. I understood my cue and dropped to my knees in front of him. He must have been thinking of me. His phallus was hard before he even took it out of his pants. Just thinking about me could make him this way. I could barely get my mouth around the plum sized head. I gave up at first and instead licked up and down his shaft. I cupped his testicles and massaged them softly in my hand. I tried again to fit his cock into my mouth but it was like swallowing an eggplant. So I went back to licking and rubbing his wet cock across my cheeks.

Through clenched teeth Kevin said, "That's enough of that shit. Bitch, give me a real blow job. Now get your mouth up on the head."

I coaxed the head of his cock into my mouth. At the same time I worked the shaft with both of my hands. I moved one hand to his testicles but had to return it because I it took two hands to encircle his stiff manhood. Keeping my cupped hands close to my mouth I surged up and down on his shaft. With each forward stroke I managed to take a little more of him. I drooled and slobbered on his cock. There was so much that it dripped onto my blouse. I could feel the cool wetness on my braless tits.

Kevin started talking to me. His words were quick and slurred by lust. "That's it make it wet just like your pussy. Come on Mrs King fuck my cock with your mouth. You're doing it, that's it, that's it, yeah, oh yeah. Fuck me with your mouth."

I stuck my chin out, moving my jaw forward and slowly, methodically tested my mouth and throat's capacity. Back and forth, back and forth I pushed myself farther and farther along the length of his beautiful ebony shaft.

Kevin encouraged me the entire time by saying, "Oh that's it. You're doing my cock real good. Suck the cum out of my cock. That's it, keep it up; keep it up and suck the cum out of my black cock."

My mind filled with the image of what I was participating in. Me, a middle aged woman, was on her knees greedily fellating a black student. I reached down and caressed my pussy. I was as wet as when Kevin had filled me with sperm. But this time it was just me. As my mouth serviced his beloved black manhood I doused my two middle fingers and played with my sex.

Kevin goaded me on by saying, "That's it baby, lose yourself in it. Lose yourself and give it all to me. Oh fuck, Oh fuck. I'm going to lose it, I'm going to cum."

Just then Kevin began to growl. He teetered on the edge of his climax; and, oh God, so was I, so was I! My masturbation was nearly complete. My relief was just a few moments away when Kevin pulled his cock out of my mouth.

Through the haze of my own ascending orgasm I heard him say "You love my black dick don't you. You love sucking it and fucking it. You're a black cock whore aren't you; aren't you? Well bitch, aren't you?"

I heard Kevin and I knew what he was saying. But his words were like whispers in a storm. My hips convulsed and I crumbled to the floor. Staring up at him, I said the only truth I knew. "Yes, Oh God yes, fuck me. Use me for our pleasure. I'm your whore. I'm a black cock whore. I'm your whore!"

Kevin took a fist of my hair and lifted me closer to his cock. Just as his semen started spewing from the tip he said, "Here, bitch take this home to your family."

Even as his fluids were raining down on me, I never stopped my mantra "I'm your whore. I'm your whore." His fluids covered my face and hair; there was so much that some dripped onto my blouse. As the last spurt fell on my chin I regained my senses enough to lift myself up and lick his precious cock clean.

Sounding very formal Kevin gave me these specific instructions "You will always wear a skirt to school. You can wear slacks when you're on your period. But that's it. The skirts better be no longer than this one."

As almost a second thought he added, "You did very well today. Keep it up and we'll both be very happy. You're happy aren't you Mrs King?"

I nodded my head and said, "Oh, God yes."

Kevin smiled down at me and said through a beautiful smile, "Go on home Mrs King. Go home and fuck your husband. Fuck him good so he's as happy as we are."

I nodded and said that I would. Kevin turned, opened the door and left. For several minutes I sat on the floor, legs splayed out with drying cum on my face, blouse and hair.

Eventually I got up and went home. Funny, I didn't bother going to the restroom first. Instead, I went directly to my car and drove home. I took a shower when I got home.

I was naked when I greeted Ed at the door with a long, wet blow job that only lasted five minutes. After I swallowed his cum I noticed that he hadn't even closed the door. Surprisingly, Ed mustn't have cared, because he left it that way and fucked me standing in the foyer."

I'll never forget that night. I didn't ask Joan if she had been with Kevin. I didn't have to, her cunt was loose and she was uncharacteristically accommodating. I did ask her what made her so horny and all she said was that I'd find out. The next night I read this email and more just keep coming.

As you can imagine, telling me that "I'd find out" has evolved into code for "Read the email."

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