Silent Auction

My wife Brenda is a Spanish teacher at our local private art college. It is a nice two-year school in a wealthy community, with well-behaved students and a supportive group of parents. The school is tailored for high school graduates, with unique talents in the arts: acting, painting, languages, sculpture, and music. The school gives a number of scholarships to lower income young men and women. The students test their talents to see if they are suited for further study at one of the prestigious universities around the country. My wife is 38 years old and has taught there for about twelve years. She loves working with the students and the job provides fair pay and good benefits.

We have two lovely children and a nice home. We have been doing fine financially and life has been treating us good. As events unfolded, she was about to be faced with a very difficult decision relating to her personal and professional ethics as well as the meaning of our marriage vows.

A year ago, the school was hit with a crisis. Mold was found in some of the ductwork; a few students got sick, there were lawsuits, etcetera. The school used up most of its endowment and had taken a big loan to pay for the multi-million-dollar remediation work. They survived it okay, and enrollment and such had rebounded nicely. But with the financial pinch, the school was living on the edge. Another crisis could put them under. When they were faced with a need for another $300,000 for roof repairs after a storm, they were in trouble. They also needed to buy new equipment to keep up with emerging technology for the classrooms. The alumni, parents and the school leadership decided to have a fund-raising campaign. There were a lot of well-heeled alumni, who pitched in, but the school was still having trouble meeting their loan payments. The possibility of closing the school, greatly reducing scholarships or cutting programs were all real possibilities.

Then, some wiseass on the internet started the idea of alumni and others paying to see some of the female teachers topless or naked. It was dismissed immediately by school officials, but the interest grew and soon there were dozens of people who expressed interest on the school's website, typically male alumni who'd had a crush on a teacher when they were in school. The school did have a number of very attractive women on the staff, including my wife. Of the fifty or so teachers and staff, thirty-five were women and twenty-five of those were under the age of forty. These were the women those on the internet were interested in. A Facebook page (unsolicited by the school) was set up along with some other social media platforms to pursue the idea. There were photos of the teachers, nothing embarrassing, just routine year-book and publicity stuff, but the photos were of some beautiful women. Brenda was one of them which generated mixed feelings. It was nice to have her considered to be attractive, but having her be the subject of lecherous people on the internet was disgusting.

The unendorsed efforts continued and a consensus developed on two possible ways to raise money: pay a set fee to see a teacher topless; and a silent auction to see selected teachers naked. You had to be twenty-one to participate which kept the current students out of it. No photos could be taken and there were some other rules. The idea wouldn't die.

As the traffic on the website continued, the prices being offered were going higher and higher and some of the teachers were particularly popular, including my wife, Brenda. Brenda is still a hottie in my opinion and in the opinion of many of the participants in the web discussion. She has a nice figure and a very pretty face.

When the price to see some of the teachers topless was pegged at $1000 and the starting amount for the stripping auction hit $5,000, some on the guidance committee got interested. Finally, it was a woman on the committee who suggested that it might be worth looking into this idea. It would be an easy way to raise a lot of money quickly. So that woman and two men were assigned to investigate the possibility.

My wife thought the idea ranged between ridiculous and hilarious. She said none of the teachers would ever do something like that.

"Would you?" I asked her that night after we were in bed.

She laughed and said, "No fucking way." Then she added, "I'll bet you are getting a hard-on thinking about me stripping for someone."

I denied it, of course, although I did have a woody.

She said, "It is kind of erotic to think about stripping for someone."

I said, "Some former student or parent would be looking at the hot Spanish teacher while she slowly removes her clothes."

She was closing her eyes and imagining it.

I lifted the covers and pulled her short nightie up, exposing her pussy.

"Just think about him looking at your pussy. Maybe the winner would bring some friends."

I was running my finger between her pussy lips, feeling the slippery entrance to all her treasures. She softly moaned as I continued to stimulate her.

I pulled her nighty up and exposed her breasts. "Someone would be willing to see what you had hidden under those conservative clothes. They looked at your chest and imagined seeing your tits. They daydreamed, trying to visualize what your ass looked like."

I began to lick the soft skin of her inner thighs and she spread her legs for me.

She said, "How would you feel about it? Your wife would be getting naked for someone you don't even know. He'd see everything I've got. Would you be willing to share me that way?"

I was eating her pussy and looked and said, "I'd like you to tell me about it afterwards. It turns you on when you are naked around people. You were all over me after I took you to that nude beach."

"Hmm." She said, reacting to my tongue on her clit. "It was so hot knowing some of those guys wanted to fuck me."

Our conversation was fantasy, all related to making love. Neither of us was seriously considering the idea.

Amazingly, the school developed the list of teachers who had been mentioned on the website and Facebook sites, including a number of newer, younger teachers who were good looking and would be candidates. Surprisingly, a few of the older teachers were mentioned on the website, some with high target prices. Well, Brenda was one of the women mentioned and was quoted as being worth up to $5,000 to be seen naked. One anonymous asshole offered $10,000 to have intercourse with her.

There was a lot of controversy among the school staff. The idea of teachers stripping or doing anything relating to sex or nudity was strictly taboo, but, surprisingly, a few of the senior women in the school administration and the board of directors thought it might be something they could do. They rationalized that whatever happened would be between consenting adults. The faculty, the parents and the alumni were all very liberal in their views and were used to discussing different sexual orientations and practices. The pressure on the school to raise money was intense.

Brenda came home and asked what I thought. She was sensing the pressure and many of the teachers were open to participating so long as there were strict rules, privacy, no touching, no photos, only one or two viewers, etcetera.

I told Brenda she should not do it. We have a nice income and she can find another job if the school goes out of business, which I doubted would happen. They could lay-off some staff and make other cuts if needed.

Brenda loves the school. She has devoted her career to her students and would be crushed if the school had to close. She thought maybe she should do something for the auction, so we continued the discussion.

I jokingly asked, "What about the guy who will give the school $10,000 if he gets to fuck you?"

"You think I'm worth that much?"

"Someone thinks so. I do. You're worth ten times that much."

She thought I was full of shit and said, "You think some guy would give $100,000 to fuck me. That's ridiculous."

"If some one was willing to pay that, would you do it?"

"Of course not." Then, she coyly said, "Maybe."

I was playing devil's advocate, teasing her. "You like being naked where others can see you. You liked it when my friends Clark and Jerald saw you naked at the lake." She had been dressing behind a partition when they walked in and surprised her.

She said, "Maybe I should do it." Calling my bluff.

Joking aside, I was reluctant, being protective of my wife and not at all interested in having her strip for other men. I said, "I was just kidding. I don't want my wife stripping for strangers for money."

She countered my objections. "It's for a good cause and other people have seen my body. You liked showing me off on the nude beaches, didn't you? You think it's great when strangers in France are looking at my pussy, but it's not okay to show it for the school that means so much to me?"

I saw her point and asked her whether she wanted to do the thing of just showing her tits or getting completely naked for some horny bastard. She said she'd do whatever the committee thought would raise the most money.

The idea of my wife stripping for others did have an erotic appeal. I remembered how aroused we both were when she was on that nude beach. She was walking to and from the surf and men were ogling her naked body. I know I wanted to fuck her right there. I was hiding my boner all day. It was embarrassing to be sporting a woody when I walked down to the water. She took a walk along the beach and I watched from a distance. All eyes were on her. Her body was shiny with lotion and perspiration. Her tits were jiggling and her nipples were hard. Her naked ass swayed and wiggled as she walked. She has a nice patch of pussy hair that drew the attention of many men and women along her walk. That night, we fucked like minks, staying up most of the night, satisfying our carnal urges.

The more I thought about Brenda getting topless for charity it, the more I was intrigued. We had some wonderful sex that night. It was unsaid, but we both were both thinking about her getting naked for someone when we were making love.

We kept teasing each other, treating the whole idea as an absurdity, but Brenda didn't object to being considered by the school, and as time went on, the possibility of her really doing it increased.

The night before she was to make her decision, we put the kids to bed. She invited me into our back yard. The yard isn't fenced. It was a full moon and there is some light from our back porch.

Brenda walked out into the middle of our yard and began to strip. She was testing herself and wondered what I really thought. I watched her slowly and sexily unbutton her blouse and drop it in the grass. She was beautiful with her white bra reflecting the moon light. She undid her hair which makes her look sexy. She reached behind her and undid her bra. Her wonderful tits were on display. She shook them; I love watching them bounce around.

She said, "Show me your cock. Imagine that I'm stripping for some former student. He has his cock in his hand and is playing with himself while looking at my tits."

I pulled out my prick, and, of course it was hard.

She said, "Think about some other men looking at me like this."

I did. I was rubbing my cock which demonstrated by reaction.

She said, "It's against everything I was taught growing up, but I can't get the thought out of my head. It turns me on when men are looking at me. The idea that some former student wants to see me undressed is exciting."

"Are you thinking of doing it?"

"Yes, can you handle it."

I said, "I'm okay with whatever you want to do."

"What if I get in there and they want more. What if I'm offered more for the school if I give a blow job or let someone fuck me?"

The thoughts were very arousing. I said, "I love you no matter what you do."

"Really?"

I pulled out my wallet and gave her twenty dollars. I held up another twenty and said, "I want to see more, all of you."

She did some role play, "So you're the rich guy who wants to see more than my tits?"

She took the twenty and pulled her shorts down, leaving her with just her panties. I waited expectantly until she dropped her little bikinis and bared her velvety bush.

I walked over and took the remaining money from my wallet and gave it to her. We kissed and fell to the ground. I slid my cock into her slippery pussy and we made love in the dewy grass.

"You are very wet." I noticed.

She said, "I'm really thinking of doing it. Is that okay with you?"

I kissed her while I continued to make love to her. "Of course. Go for it. You can tell me about it in bed."

She said, "That will get your motor running, won't it, hearing about some guy seeing me naked."

From her comment, I knew she was ready to go all the way.

She agreed to be in the silent auction where she would strip in private for the lucky winner. Her photo was posted on the school website. She was wearing a conservative dress like she usually wore to school. There was one other photo from an old yearbook where she was wearing a short skirt that really emphasized her figure and her legs. She didn't think she looked like that anymore, but if some former student remembered her that way, then let him (or her?) pay to see her naked. She thought she'd be embarrassed standing bare in front of someone she knew when he was just a kid, but still felt and urge to do it.

It had taken a lot of work for Brenda to recover her pre-baby physique. The school had a gym and a fitness program for teachers that was quite popular. She was proud of her body which helped to overcome her initial reluctance.

A number of other teachers agreed to participate as well, but only five or six agreed to the nude auction. Most would show just their tits in return for donations to the school. I followed all this on line in addition to hearing from Brenda. It was an amazing, unbelievable initiative. I was tempted to pay to see some of my wife's fellow teachers myself. The school has a particularly attractive staff.

The campaign went on for a month. We watched the bids to see Brenda naked keep increasing. She couldn't tell who was bidding though; it was anonymous. The price went from a start of $2,000 and quickly exceeded ten thousand. She couldn't believe it and I was taken aback myself. While my wife is a fox, I couldn't imagine paying that amount of money to see any woman naked. I couldn't say so, of course. There were apparently many very successful alumni who had benefited from getting started at the school. I wondered if some of them were considering donating anyway and were lured by the possibility of seeing their old teachers naked.

As we got to the last week, the bids to see my wife naked took a sudden increase. There were two people bidding against each other. It went from $15,000 to $20,000 in one day. Then it jumped to twenty-five, then thirty thousand. Brenda and I were amazed when it finally ended up at fifty thousand dollars, just to see her naked for fifteen minutes. Two other women were bid at $25,000 each. I was amazed. I suggested that she strip for both bidders, but she said the lower bidder had won another teacher.

The auction closed and the winning donors scheduled times to collect their prizes. There was some reluctance by a few of the auctioned women who wanted to back-out, but with the large sum of money involved, the pressure to go through with it was just too great. The money would all go to the school, of course.

Brenda and I discussed it. She was getting cold feet, but the pressure to bring in a big donation and the aspect of fulfilling a commitment were overwhelming. I reassured her that I supported her decision. I told her to think of the amazing sex we were going to have recalling it when we were in bed.

The procedure was for the school to arrange private locations for the event to take place, a motel meeting room or something. There would be a chaperone and secrecy. The winning bidder could indicate what atmosphere was desired, music in a lounge area, stripping in a classroom, etcetera.

On the appointed night for Brenda to strip for her still anonymous high-bidder, I watched her dress, realizing that the things she was putting on would be coming off. The idea of some guy having my wife strip for him was still unsettling. My jealousy buttons were being pushed. Brenda assured me that she loved me and would be back soon. When I heard her drive away, I had a hard-on. I went upstairs and almost made myself come, thinking about my wife stripping for some former student.

I expected her back soon, but It didn't happen. She was to meet this creep at eight PM and be on the way home by eight-thirty.

At eight-thirty I got a text from her, "Staying with a friend overnight. Will be home tomorrow morning. Turning phone off. All my love. Brenda."

I tried to call her immediately, but went right to voice mail. I quickly became very upset. I texted and called her a number of times. I called two of her friends and none of them knew where she was. They didn't know anything about her appointment to strip. Finally, I got the principal, who shared my concern and referred me to Ted Washington, the debate coach, who was the chaperone for these sessions, making sure the rules were followed.

Ted told me that Brenda had arrived at the appointment. He didn't know who the guy was who had paid to see her naked, but he said the guy had asked Ted to step outside for a few minutes. Brenda told him to go. He assumed she was going to strip while he was out of the room. She called him back-in a few minutes later. He didn't think Brenda had enough time to strip, then was surprised to see Brenda and the guy walk out, arm in arm. She had all her clothes on. He again said she hadn't had time to strip. She told him everything was fine and they were going to dinner. They had left together in the guy's car. Now I was worried. Worse yet, I had alerted a lot of people so their suspicions would also be raised.

I put the kids to bed and then I was awake all night, except for an hour of sleep near dawn. I wondered who this guy was and obviously suspected that she was going to sleep with him, although they probably weren't going to sleep all-that-much. I alternated between fear and arousal. Was my faithful wife off sharing her married cunt with some guy who had lusted after her in the classroom? Was someone who had looked at her legs and ass during class having his dream come true? She had obviously gone voluntarily, which reassured me somewhat, but also added my arousal. I'm a little ashamed to admit that I made myself come, thinking about Brenda being fucked by some pimply faced kid who had grown up and gotten rich.

The next day, I was sitting the living room, worrying. The kids were playing in their rooms. Brenda walked in at about ten in the morning. I immediately confronted her and she told me to sit down, be calm and listen. She told me the story.

The guy who had paid to see her naked was a former student of hers. I didn't know him. He had become a famous violin player and conductor of an orchestra in California, had invested very successfully and was ultra-rich. He was going to contribute to the school anyway, but saw the opportunity to make an old dream come true and see his Spanish teacher naked.

Here's what she said.

"When I got there and saw who he was, I remembered him as a nice, shy kid. He had grown from a skinny geeky boy into a handsome, famous and charming man. He had been a decent student, but I hadn't anticipated that he would be so successful. He told me how he had day-dreamed about me many times, thinking about my legs and my ass in a tight skirt. He had admired my breasts and admitted to masturbating many times at night while thinking of me. He said I was voted the TILF (Teacher I'd Like to Fuck) by his class. I never knew that."

She continued, "As I got ready to strip, he handed me the $50,000 check to the school and showed me another check with no numbers on it. He said, "I'll pay the school one hundred thousand dollars if you spend an hour with me in my hotel'."

"I laughed, so he raised the offer to $200,000. He said he'd give me ten percent personally via another check. I was not interested, until he began to talk about the benefit for the school. He said if I went with him, he would do a benefit concert for the school in the fall. I was tempted by the opportunity to really help our school, but didn't take him seriously and countered with $300,000, just to see what he would say. He said "okay", if I would stay the whole night with him. Obviously, he was going to fuck me if I agreed."

I had been her only sexual partner up until then. It was big step, but she was thinking of being a heroine and bringing in all that money. The possibility of getting some of it for ourselves added to the allure. She surprised herself and agreed.

Her words, "It was a quick decision. I had chugged two mini bottles of vodka before I met with the guy to build my courage and lessen my inhibitions. I realized that I was about to commit adultery, but you had pretty much given me the green light when we role-played in the yard where you gave me more money to screw you. I rationalized that it would really help the school and it was only sex; it shouldn't affect the way we felt about each other. Anyway, I agreed."

They walked out together and he drove them to a high-priced suite in a ritzy hotel. He ordered room service and champagne. They ate a light dinner with more wine and he told her about what he had done since he'd graduated. Then, they got down to business. He handed her the check to the school for $300,000.

She asked what he wanted but he wasn't sure.

She continues the story.

"Yes, I agreed. All the thoughts about being faithful to my husband rolled through my head again, but I rationalized that it would only be physical sex. I was fully committed to my husband so what was the big deal with giving a little pussy to someone who could really help the school. I guess I don't put the same value on my pussy that my husband does. I made it so hard for him to get in my pants that he treasures it. I think my pussy looks gross and has no particular importance to me beyond being the source of great pleasure. I thought, so what, if some guy fucks me."

She continued, "I wasn't sure what to do. I took off my blouse. I slowly undid the buttons from the top while he sat on the bed and watched intently. I told him he had never paid such close attention when he was in class to which he said I didn't see how intent he was when I turned around. It was a sexy comment about him ogling my ass. It makes me feel good to have such an impact on a man (or boy)."

"When my blouse was undone, I let it fall from my shoulders and exposed my frilly white bra. I told him I wore this bra when I taught. I dropped a strap of one shoulder, baring the top half of my boob, but not exposing my nipple, not yet."

"I unzipped my skirt. It was a pencil skirt like I often wear. I was wearing stocking and conservative shoes. I put one leg beside him on the bed and he stroked the nylon stocking. His hand moved up to the bare skin on my inner thigh. I pulled away, wagging my finger at him like he was a naughty boy. I exposed my nipple. I knew he had seen it poking through my clothes, but it was the first time he'd seen it uncovered. I moved closer so he could put his fingers on my pink titty."

"I took another big drink. I thought I needed to get him involved, so I pulled him to his feet and took off his shirt. I had him turn around. I pulled his pants down, baring his ass. I told him he'd been a bad boy for thinking naughty thoughts about his teacher. I took his belt and lightly slapped his ass. I noticed his dick getting harder, so I put more force into it, leaving a few welts on his hairy butt. I reached between his legs and grabbed his cock, pulling it back between his legs, controlling him. I told him to sit down and behave."

"I walked around and posed in front of him in my underwear. I revealed one nipple, then the other, before I let him unhook my bra. I raised my arms up over my head and stood there, giving him a good look at my tits and my belly and the dark shadow of my pussy through my panties."

"I asked if he remembered looking at my ass in class. He did. I let him caress my ass and he pulled my panties down. They dropped to my feet and I stepped out of them. He rubbed his hands over my bare back, butt and legs with his soft hands. I turned and moved my pussy toward him, pulling his face into my perfumed bush (I'd put an additional squirt on my pussy). He nuzzled around with his nose and sucked in my scent. I pulled his face into my breasts. He licked and lightly bit my nipples. I was getting highly aroused by his gentle kisses and caresses. I finished removing his pants while he sat on the bed. I grabbed his cock and found it was only half-hard. He was nervous and was having trouble getting it up."

"I went to my knees. I took his cock in my mouth and started to give a blow job to the first man other than you. I worked him over and he responded. He hardened in my mouth and groaned as he pumped his hips back and forth. He was fucking my mouth, living his school-boy dream."

"Then he stood up and pushed me back onto the bed. My legs fell apart. He dove into my snatch and started to lick me. He ran his nose through my bush and then focused on my clit. I started to squirm under him as he put his tongue inside me. His shyness was gone now. He was fired up and really into eating my cunt. He was mumbling about how he had wanted to see my pussy years ago. He feasted on me for about twenty minutes. His tongue was finding all the recesses and nooks in my crotch and he was driving me wild. He was hungrily enjoying my cunt and I found myself having repeating orgasms. I've never had a man want me so much. I'm not sure if it was just because I was his former teacher, but he really was really enthusiastic about eating my pussy. Please don't be hurt, but he was better than you are, dear."

That didn't make me feel any better. At this point, she showed me three checks, one for $300,000, one for $200,000 and one for $50,000. I asked what the second and third checks were for. She told me to wait a minute as she continued the story.

Brenda' eyes locked on mine and she continued, "He fucked me and then he fucked me again. We fucked again in the morning. I initiated that one. I wanted to feel his cock inside me one more time. I really wanted him. Does that make you jealous?"

"Damn right it does." I said, but she reached for my crotch and took hold of my very hard cock.

"But you like this, don't you?" she said. "It turns you on thinking about your wife fucking another man. You have a real woody here. Maybe you'd like to watch?"

I groaned as she squeezed my cock in her hand. She was right.

She continued. "The first time he fucked me, he was gentle and moved his cock all over the inside of my cunt. His cock was hard with a soft, spongy texture. He slid it into my cunt, pulled it out and presented it to me, now slick and shiny with the juices from inside me. I sucked it, tasting myself and then he resumed fucking me. He was attentive, paying attention to how I reacted to his movements, repeating the things that I liked. I came a number of times before he flooded me with his semen. As we rested and recovered, he spoke about how he had fantasized about me, remembering on how my nipples would poke through my shirt. One time he had seen up my skirt to my panties."

Then she said, "We rested, had some dessert, then I asked him to pretend he was still in school and he had come upon me after hours and had the chance to fuck me like he'd dreamed about. I got on all fours on the floor and he put his dick in me from behind while still standing. He wasn't gentle, but was driven like a horny kid who wanted to fuck someone so badly that he couldn't control himself. He was standing and rammed into me, pushing me onto my stomach as he drove himself into me before he finally came. I asked him if I was better in person than when he masturbated and he said 'absolutely, better than anything I ever imagined.' That made me feel good, knowing a hot guy like him was crazy about fucking me."

I was rubbing my cock as she told me this story.

She said, "My thoughts kept coming back to you while I was in bed with him. I hoped that you would forgive me for sharing my body with someone else. I hoped that you loved me enough to accept what I had done. I wished you were there to fuck me next."

But I wasn't.

She told me to wait for the next part. "We were lying in bed and he was looking at my naked ass and back and he remarked about how hot my ass looked back then when I wore tight skirts. He remembered an orange skirt that didn't even come to my knees. He said he dreamt about my ass. Then he said he wanted to fuck me in the ass."

"I told him no way. He had already gotten his money's worth. Then he said he'd increase his donation. I threw out a number. 'Raise it to five hundred thousand.' He agreed. I couldn't believe it and asked how he could afford to pay so much money for a piece of ass. I said 'I'm not that special at all. I'm certainly not worth that much money". He told me that he was rich and explained how he owed his success to our school. He said he was inclined to give the money to the school anyway and it was tax deductible, so it was really only costing him about a third of what he was paying after taxes. I never thought of myself as being a tax-deductible piece-of-ass."

Brenda looked at me and asked, "Would you have liked to have seen him fuck me in the ass? Huh baby?"

I was speechless, but my dick ached and felt like it was ready to burst.

"Get it out while I tell you about it." She said.

I got my cock out and rubbed it as she went on. "He had a tube of some sort of lubricant and he squirted the whole tube into my ass. He said he was 'going to fuck the ass he had jerked off over'. He wasn't gentle. He was driven as he pushed his dick into my tight little ass."

I said, "You don't let me fuck you in the ass."

She said, "You don't donate half a million dollars to the school."

It was true, she very seldom let me in the back door. She said it hurt too much, but she willingly let this guy she hardly knew fuck her anally. I was beside myself, but I shot cum all over my leg while she told me about being sodomized.

Brenda continued. "He must've had his dick in my ass for half an hour. It felt really good having his hard prick inside me. I thought he was going to ram it up into my stomach. I came over and over with his big cock forced inside me like that. His semen just poured out of my asshole when he finished. I don't think my little rosebud has recovered it's shape from being pried open like that."

Finally, she said, "This morning, I wanted him one more time. I liked his passion and had really enjoyed being fucked by him. It was almost the best sex I ever had (she smiled at me), almost. I woke him up by sucking his cock to get him hard and then I sat on his dick and rode him until we both came."

"His dick was about the same size as yours and he really knew how to use it. I lost count of how many times I came." After a moment, she continued, "There I was, the typical suburban teacher-mom, getting fucked in all three holes, letting him use my married cunt. I was just a plaything for a rich man, but you know what? I liked being a slut for just one night."

She kissed me and we fell back on the couch.

"My cunt is full of his semen." She told me. "Put your fingers in me and feel how sloppy my pussy is."

She lifted her skirt to reveal she hadn't retrieved her panties. Her wet, glistening features were swollen from being used. I looked at her pussy and her asshole and imagined that stranger's big prick prying her open. I put my fingers in both holes. Her asshole and her cunt were still gaping open from being fucked all night.

She pushed me down and sat on my face. The mess oozed out of her as she talked.

"Think about some guy you don't even know having his cock in your wife's cunt all night. He made me come baby."

I was rubbing my dick.

"I knew I was being unfaithful to you, that I had promised my cunt to you, but it's such an easy thing to have another cock slide in my coochie. You don't mind do you, so long as I come home and fuck you and let you eat my cheating pussy afterward?"

I pulled out from under her and pushed her onto her stomach. "I'm going to teach you a lesson, you cheating cunt."

When I put my cock in her ass. It was already lubricated with his cum and was looser than I remembered. Thinking about the stranger's cock stuffing her ass while my cock was in the same place was so depraved that I shot a huge wad of cum inside her. I watched it drip out of her asshole onto her sloppy cunt, just like what had happened with the stranger. She smiled, proud of having stimulated my lust.

It was a tremendously emotional experience. She loves me and I've come to grips with her fucking this guy. I did get off on it and I think about it often when we are in bed. She will tease with an occasional nasty detail about her night of sex with her former student.

Well, my wife is the big heroine at school. She brought in over half a million dollars. She told them she had stripped for him and had just talked the guy into giving the money. She made no mention about fucking him. Unfortunately, when I had called a number of people looking for her, they knew that she hadn't come home that night and drew the obvious conclusions. Brenda made up some story about being upset at having stripped for someone and said that she had gone out for a drink and came home late. I backed up her story, but she was sparse on any details. None of her friends said anything, but they knew she had fucked a guy for money. It didn't matter how much. She was a high-priced whore and the school slut. Some of the men she works with have propositioned her. On the other hand, nearly everyone gives her credit for "giving all she had for the school."

I am still confused but am also tremendously turned on by what had happened. When she wants me to really fuck her, she starts telling me about the night with the former student. She hasn't even told me his name. Eating her cunt while she tells me how it felt to have the guy's big cock inside her gets me going. She puts her asshole over my nose and asks me to imagine another man's big dick up inside her. I fuck her until we are both exhausted. Then she asks me if I get a tax deduction every time I fuck her. If I did, the government would owe me money.

By the way, the third check for $50,000 was made out to her.

Things have gone well with the school. The other day, I heard a rumor that some rich guy was coming back in the fall to do a benefit concert, hoping to raise $500,000 for a new football stadium and gym for the school. They said the guy holding the concert asked for his old Spanish teacher to be one of the liaisons. I'm wondering if there are any silent auctions planned.

Maybe I should feel differently about all this, but I'm proud of her. My wife fucked some guy for a good cause.

And, she was tax deductible.