I passed the arts block and saw Ms Giles sat at her desk in semidarkness, l went inside she looked up and saw it was me then said ”Mrs Renauld’s h...d spoken to her”, l replied it wasn’t me who told her, but a classmate, Ms Giles apologised saying she shouldn’t have reacted in such a manner, it was obvious she was pissed off about something, l joked is it that bad being a teacher which caused her to half grin, l remarked she did have a nice smile which made the half grin turn into a full smile, l. It would have felt so good, but another pull on my chain and I felt my knees buckle. “Nope, you don’t get out of it that easily. NOW, close your eyes and feel.” His arms came up to my wounded throbbing breasts and he slowly massaged them. He kept nuzzling, my head involuntarily rolled the opposite way opening my neck for his ministration, he whispered, “You are such a slut, my beautiful slave. Your nipples are so hard and I bet if I put my finger in your cunt you will be dripping wet. Aren’t. Right in front of me. In real life. There was no turning back. As fast as the relief of my cock blowing my load came, the fear of watching my wife fucking another man took over. My wife sat there and took in that this was really happening as she looked at my cum on the floor. There was a silence for about 20 seconds before josh told her to start getting undressed. She stood up and slid her dress off. She stood there naked as josh got up and kissed her. I sat there in disbelief as she got on her. We embraced each other and she murmured into my ear that she loved me also and we kissed passionately. The she shook herself.“You didn’t finish your pose, you know. You need to do it some more and ... um ... well...” she trailed off.“Well? Well what?”“Can we, uh, maybe without um, clothes? Doing this stuff with clothes in the way feels, um, you know, all wrong?”“Darling, certainly. Let’s try that.”She began to undress shyly, taking off her top and shorts, and then turned to me.“Sweetie, could.