Don't get me wrong, most of the clothes weren't overly provocative by any means, but they were a lot different than those she had worn in the past. My... wife had always worn dresses that extended below the knees in length, and now I noticed that the new clothes that she began to buy were a lot shorter, not miniskirts mind you, but they were now well above the knee and hit just below mid thigh and that was certainly a lot more skin for my wife to show that I had ever seen before. I also noticed. “That’s it, cum for me you sexy little slut!” I said, now holding her hips strongly with both hands, plunging my dick in and out of her drenched pussy. A few minutes later, she screamed through her third orgasm of the night. It being a warm night in June, added to the steamy action going on in Megan’s bedroom, the sweat was now pouring down our bodies, but I didn’t want to waste this one possible chance with her.I lay down on my back, prompting her to mount me. I wanted to look up at her riding. Standing in front of the mirror on the back of her office door, she quickly unbuttoned her blouse, snapped an admittedly shaky pic, and quickly hit ‘send’ before she had time to think about it. Stacey was so angry and frustrated she stomped her feet as she got dressed and gathered her lecture materials. Again, she got the dreaded text.“Verrry good, you’re learning.” I texted from the hall, knowing that would spin her up proper. “Wait in your office after your lecture. You’re taking your lunch. I..." Take the initiative, my inner voice says. I take his glass from his hand, placing his and mine on the bureau. My hands on his arms, my face towards him. I look at his eyes as I press forward. He responds, his lips are on mine, one hand in my hair, gently pulling me to him. The kiss goes on and on, his tongue caressing my lips, then pushing softly against mine. His other hand on my back. My hands are in his hair, our kisses more passionate, more demanding. He breaks the spell. He breaks.