Her bulging breasts and erect nipples seemed to burst out of the shirt. The erect nipples were a real treat to the eyes and in spite of the situation,...I felt to suck them over her shirt. Her tie was lying on the table. Her bra and panties thrown over the floor. Her shoes and socks were not seen, could be under the desk. She stood there, her head down, looking at her bare feet. “ittrrrrggggg..”, the school bell rang.The students had not noticed the scene behind them , and they ran out of their. He stared in horror as the face beneath him became his wife's, hidden beneath a thick layer of black eyeliner and garish blood-red lipstick. Drained of all color, her complexion faded to a blue-white mask, a grotesque blend of clown and corpse. The warm blanket surrounding them turned cold, shaking him with violent chills. "What's wrong, Steven? Why won't you finish me? Fuck me with your big, hard cock until you make me cum for you, Steven! Empty your balls into your little whore! Don't you. It was sudden and took me by surprise, he slid deeply into my openness, fucking me with more power than I had experienced, his length assaulting my cervix, never so deep in our past lovemaking, this was different, he was fucking me with power, so much power I started cumming, I gripped him with every sinew and muscular contraction, until the telltale warmth, started spreading, he was cumming a second time, and I was cumming with him, the ultimate fuck between lovers, I sobbed, thank you. It was just a few words here and there watching football. By the time it got towards midnight, it was just myself and an older stocky guy with a moustache and slightly posh accent. His name was Derek. We chatted away a bit more and he was asking if I was married and this and that, and he got round to talking about the time spent away by guys in hotels. He started talking about dirty magazines he found under beds in hotels rooms ( the internet was in its infancy at this point), and jokingly.