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Reading Notes:

1. This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

2. This story contains some of my favourite fetishes, namely Hot Wife and cuckold; smoking; lesbian sex; bdsm and tease and denial. If some, or all of these don’t float your boat, please find a story that appeals to you.

3. All characters in this story are over the age of 18, and all sexual acts described are entered into willingly and consensually.

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Olwen Simpson sighed, stifled a yawn and stole a quick glance at the classroom clock. Ten minutes until the end of the lesson, the end of the day, the end of the school week, and more importantly, the beginning of the weekend. She shook herself metaphorically and returned her attention to Alice, who was making a very good job of reading the extract of À la recherche du temps perdu, the interminably long Proust novel which her A level class were studying this term.

Alice paused at the end of the paragraph she was reading and looked up uncertainly. Olwen beamed at her.

“Très bien, Madamoiselle Brearley,” she complemented the young girl, who blushed with pleasure.

“We’ll leave it there for today,” Olwen continued. “You are all doing very well with this. It isn’t easy, but believe me, you should be grateful that we only have to study the first book this term. When I was in university, I had to read all seven volumes.”

“Was that a first edition then, Miss?” asked Liam innocently, and the rest of the class smirked.

“No, Mr. Jackson, it was not,” replied Olwen, refusing to rise to the bait. “I know you think I’m an old fuddy-duddy, but I’m not all that ancient.”

“You’re not old, Miss,” said Julia loyally. “My mam’s much older than you!”

“Thank you, Miss Morgan, but I very much doubt that,” smiled Olwen. “Now, enough about my age. Your task this weekend is to finish reading up to the end of page nineteen. There’s a natural break there. Make notes on what you have read, and on anything you don’t understand. Our next lesson is on Wednesday morning. We’ll pick it up again then. Any questions?”

There were none. The bell to signal the end of the day sounded, and Olwen nodded to the seven youngsters that it was alright for them to leave.

“Have a lovely weekend,” she said as they got up and began to stack the chairs in the classroom on their desks. “This glorious weather is set to last, so they say. So don’t work too hard on your Proust. Give yourselves a bit of ‘me time’. You all deserve it.”

“Are you doing anything nice this weekend, Miss?” asked Liam. “Out clubbing tonight?”

“No, not tonight, Liam,” answered Olwen truthfully. “Saturday night is my clubbing night. Tonight I’m having dinner with my husband, and then we’ll probably spend the rest of the evening in front of the television.”

“Well enjoy your weekend,” replied Liam, ” and if you want my advice, watch Netflix at nine o’clock. Shaun of the Dead is on. It’s my favourite film.”

“Thank you, Liam. I’ll bear that in mind,” replied Olwen, who had no intention of watching some idiotic film about zombies. She knew exactly what she would be doing with Richard, her cuckold. He’d discovered a porn site that catered specifically for Hot Wives and for a modest monthly fee, subscribers could access a vast library of clips of Hot Wives and their cuckolds playing. It was standard Friday night viewing on the occasions that Olwen didn’t have a date with one of her several boyfriends.

After the departure of her pupils, Olwen spent a few minutes tidying her desk and gathering some exercise books for marking. Then she picked up her shoulder bag and made her way to the staff room, to collect her other belongings. The staff room was deserted. No one hung about on Friday afternoons. She was about to leave when the door opened. Olwen looked up and cursed to herself silently. It was the head teacher.

“Ah, Mrs. Simpson. You’re still here. Excellent. Please follow me down to my study. I have some news that I want to share with you.”

He didn’t wait for Olwen, but turned on his heel and stalked off. Olwen sighed. She didn’t get on with the head, who had come into teaching late after a very successful career in merchant banking. He ran the school like a branch of his former occupation, and whilst Olwen had to admit that the school’s reputation was flourishing under his leadership, in effect she knew that both staff and pupils were being stifled because he treated the place like a business rather than an educational establishment.

Justin Howells was already seated behind his huge desk when Olwen knocked on the door and walked in to the head teacher’s study, as he insisted on calling it. She noted that the desk was clear of any clutter. Mr. Howells looked up.

“Come in, Mrs. Simpson,” he said unnecessarily as Olwen was already standing in front of his desk. “Don’t worry. I won’t keep you long. I just wanted to share some information with you.”

He opened istanbul travesti a drawer in his desk and took out a folder. Opening it, he spent a few moments scanning the first page. Olwen sighed quietly and waited. Eventually, he looked up at her and smiled.

“The local employment agency have been in touch,” he began. “It seems that Mrs. Harrison-Roderick has given shelter to a young refugee from Ukraine. She, the refugee that is, is a qualified teacher. She’ll be joining the staff on Monday. She speaks several languages, so I thought that she would fit in perfectly in your department. And we don’t want to upset Mrs. Harrison-Roderick, do we?”

The lady in question was the Chair of Governors at the school, and somebody else that Olwen didn’t really get on with. She was not only Chair of Governors, but a Magistrate, a Conservative on the local town council, and, in Olwen’s opinion, a complete and utter do-gooder, snob and social climber.

“We don’t teach either Ukranian or Russian,” Olwen pointed out.

“I realise that,” replied Howells. “This young lady’s mother is Italian. Her father is Ukranian. She speaks Italian, French and Spanish as well as English, obviously. She’ll be a real asset to your department.”

Olwen doubted that very much, but she kept her reservations to herself. Pointedly, she looked at the clock on the wall.

“So, if you could manage to be in early on Monday to greet Miss Magrin, I’d be obliged,” the headteacher said, closing the file and returning it to its rightful place in his drawer. Olwen didn’t bother to correct him by letting him know that she was always in early, Ukranian refugee or not. She smiled sweetly.

“Thanks, Justin. Have a good weekend. See you on Monday.”

She grinned to herself as she heard his tut of disapproval. Justin Howells hated informality, and had sent out a circular to all staff reminding them to act professionally at all times. In this instance, professionally meant addressing each other by their titles. The staff had almost unanimously responded by calling one another by their Christian names whenever the head teacher was in earshot.

Olwen drove home, and when she arrived she was surprised to see Richard’s car already on the drive. She parked her car next to his and went into the house.

“I’m home,” she called from the front door. “This is a nice surprise. What are you doing home so early?”

“I’m up here,” came the reply. “Come on up. I have some news.”

Olwen went upstairs to find her cuckold sitting in front of the mirror on his dressing table. He was wearing only a pair of frilly pink knickers and carefully applying eye shadow.

“What the fuck…?” began Olwen.

Richard’s reflection smiled at her from the mirror.

“Paul phoned and left a message on the answerphone,” he began. “It seems Elizabeth is out for the evening with some colleagues from the office. He wants to come over for some play. He’ll be here by seven, and I know you like to have a sissy maid to serve you both.”

Paul was Olwen’s lover. They had corresponded on line for a long time, having first met on the adult story site, Literotica, and discovered that they shared an interest in several fetishes. Paul was happily married to Elizabeth, and normally Olwen would not have become involved with a married man, but Paul was very persuasive, and besides, he had a lovely long, thick cock, and he was always willing to put it in any hole that Olwen made available to him. And Paul had assured her that they both shared the philosophy that what you didn’t know wouldn’t kill you.

Paul loved his wife, and he had no intention of leaving her. But Elizabeth’s appetite for sex was sporadic at best, so Paul ‘played away’ with Olwen regularly whilst continuing to fuck his wife whenever she allowed him access.

“Will you both want supper first?” asked Richard. He was now applying some scarlet lip gloss, which together with his eye shadow, made him look incredibly slutty. “There’s some spag. bol. in the freezer which I could pop in the microwave, and then it’s only a matter of boiling up some spaghetti. I could set up a table in the garden. It’s a lovely evening.”

“Yes, do that,” replied Olwen, “but leave cooking the spaghetti until Paul arrives. If he wants to play straightaway, you and I can always eat the sauce for lunch tomorrow.”

She smiled at her cuckold.

“Thank you for being so thoughtful,” she said, kissing the top of his head. “There’ll be a nice fresh cream pie for you later on. Now, I’m off for a shower. Put your maid’s uniform on, and don’t forget that frilly apron. Lose the panties. I love displaying your little boi clit. It looks so sweet in its’ pink silicon cock lock. And comb your hair and put it in bunches. Use those pink ribbons we bought last weekend.”

In the shower, Olwen carefully shaved her cunt and when she was satisfied that she was perfectly smooth, she slid a finger inside herself to nudge her clit awake. Then she turned off the water and dried herself.

Back in her bedroom, she lay down on her huge bed istanbul travestileri and summoned her cuckold.

“I’ve shaved my cunt ready for Paul,” she informed him, getting up onto her knees and pulling her arse cheeks apart. “I want you to do around my arsehole now. Paul does like to fuck me up the arse, so I want to be lovely and smooth there for him too.

With trembling hands, Richard squirted shaving foam all over Olwen’s pinky brown star shaped pucker and gently lathered her arsehole up. Then he shaved her and, retrieving a flannel from her en suite bathroom, wiped the remains of the foam away gently.

“Thank you darling,” smiled Olwen. “You are so gentle and careful. You may kiss me, if you like.”

Richard liked. He licked her tight pucker and even tried to penetrate her with his tongue.

“No, no, you naughty boy. You know you’re only allowed to stick your tongue up my arse after I’ve been fucked,” mock scolded Olwen. She rolled over onto her back and winked at her frustrated cuckold.

“I’m hoping that you’ll have two cream pies to eat later. If Paul doesn’t have to rush off, maybe he can unload in both my holes. That’ll be a nice treat for you, won’t it?”

“Yes dear, and maybe Paul will need me to fluff him before he pleasures you?” Richard said hopefully.

“I doubt it. Paul’s a real man, and he doesn’t like putting his cock in another man’s mouth. Even a pretty, sissy cuckold like you,” smiled Olwen. “Now is there ice in the freezer? I’d like a gin and tonic whilst I’m waiting for Paul.”

“And make sure that there’s a bottle of his favourite beer cooling in the fridge,” she called to Richard’s departing figure, as he left to go and make his Hot Wife the drink she wanted.

Olwen was making the most of the warm September sunshine. Sitting comfortably on the patio in the back garden, her favourite dainty lady church warden pipe filled with her favourite aromatic tobacco and her gin and tonic close at hand, she heard a car pull onto the drive at the front of the house a few minutes before seven o’clock. She shivered with anticipation, and carefully put her pipe and her drink down.

A few minutes later, Richard minced onto the patio, holding a tray on which was balanced a bottle of beer, which was sweating in the early evening sunshine.

“Your guest is here, dear,” Richard announced, as Paul emerged from the conservatory doors and opened his arms with a smile.

“How’s my favourite school ma’am?” he smiled. “Ready to teach me some new ways to use my body bits to please you?”

Olwen jumped up with a squeal of pleasure and rushed into her boy friend’s arms. They kissed passionately and Richard stood silently watching as his Hot Wife attempted to suck Paul’s tonsils out of his mouth.

When they broke off the kiss, Olwen’s eyes were sparkling. She reached out and rubbed Paul’s cock through his trousers.

“I want that in me so badly,” she confessed. “Do you want to eat before you fuck me? There’s spaghetti bolognaise. It won’t take the cuckold long to cook the spaghetti. You can have your beer and we can play around out here whilst we’re waiting.”

“Perfect,” smiled Paul. “I’m starving. For your cunt and for Richard’s food. As long as I’m back home before midnight. Elizabeth has ordered a taxi to bring her home, so if I’m back there by that time, I’ll have plenty of time for a shower before she gets in.”

“You heard Paul, cucky,” smiled Olwen. “Spag. bol. for two, as quick as you like. We’re both starving. For food, and for sex.”

Richard departed and the two lovers came together again. They kissed briefly before Olwen pulled away.

“Hang on,” she smiled. “No one from next door can see us on this patio.” She’d put on a mid-thigh length kaftan dress after her shower. Now she pulled it up over her head and stood naked in front of Paul.

“Help yourself to hors d’oeuvres,” she smiled. “I recommend the tits. They’re very ‘moreish’!”

When Richard came to find them, to announce that their supper was ready, they’d moved indoors. He found them on the rug in the conservatory, oblivious to his presence and obviously enjoying a very vigorous ‘sixty nine’.

The conservatory reeked of cunt. Paul was obviously pleasuring Olwen greatly. Richard withdrew discretely and set up a table for two on the patio. When he returned, the two lovers were sitting up, side by side. Olwen was gently wanking Paul’s semi hard cock. She smiled at her cuckold.

“All ready?” she asked. “A mouthful of hot cum is the perfect aperitif. Come here. I know you love cock breath.”

Richard approached as his Hot Wife got to her feet. She pulled her lover up by his hand and held him whilst she kissed her cuckold. The message was clear. Olwen loved Richard, but she fucked Paul.

After supper, Olwen and Paul made a beeline for the bedroom.

“Hurry up and clear all these dirty dishes away,” Olwen told her cuckold. “Time’s wasting. I’m gagging for Paul’s cock. You can stack the dishwasher after you’ve put it in me, and then if you’re quick, you can come back up travesti istanbul to my bedroom and watch me getting fucked. You want a cream pie, don’t you?”

“Yes please, dear,” replied Richard, hoping against hope that his Hot Wife’s lover would allow him to clean his cock up too. He scurried off to the kitchen with a tray loaded with dirty glasses and empty plates.

When he got upstairs a few minutes later he found Olwen and Paul both naked. Paul’s cock was sticking out proudly, and Olwen’s nipples were hard too. She was gently wanking her lover as they kissed and waited for the cuckold to appear, to fit Paul’s cock into Olwen’s freshly shaved, smooth cunt.

She lay down on the bed and opened her legs. Richard took hold of Paul’s throbbing cock and led him to the bed too. Paul climbed on board and Richard wiped his wife’s lover’s cock up and down her cunt slit a few times before easing it into her. She let out a moan of pleasure, and then they were off, moving in tandem and pleasuring one another. Richard was ignored, and he crept out and hurried back to the kitchen to complete his chores. He hoped to be back upstairs before Paul flooded Olwen’s cunt with cum.

He returned to the bedroom to find Olwen riding her lover in the ‘reverse cowgirl’ position. She was bouncing vigorously on his cock, which was obviously deep in her arsehole. Olwen was frantically finger fucking herself whilst using her thumb in a circular motion on her clit. Her large tits were also bouncing and down as she rode her lover.

Richard took Olwen’s outstretched hand and held it whilst she was being fucked. He gave it a loving squeeze and knelt down at the side of the bed. The aroma, a mixture of sweat, cunt and cum was intoxicating. As he continued to hold his Hot Wife’s hand, Olwen squirted a stream of pungent cunt cum all over Paul’s thighs. Some found its’ way onto the bed sheets, and Richard resigned himself to having to change Olwen’s bed linen before she retired for the night.

But now Paul was almost there. He was on the glory strokes, and Olwen was purring like a satisfied cat.

“Ugh! ugh! ugh!” grunted Paul, accompanying each sound with a vigorous thrust.

“Yes!” he yelled, “Oh fucking hell. Your arsehole is so tight. Ugh! Here I come, teach!”

He continued to fuck Olwen’s arsehole, and even before he stopped his thrusting, she was leaking cum. She must have been full to the brim, Richard thought, and although he was cock locked, his little boi clit twitched as he thought of how Olwen would soon be sitting on his face whilst he licked and sucked all Paul’s cum out of her arsehole.

Paul was nothing if not vigorous. Completely limp and wiped out after fucking Olwen up the arse, the sight of her cuckold cleaning her up soon after he’d plopped out of that deliciously tight orifice soon perked him up again.

He had no interest in Olwen’s offer to instruct her cuckold to fluff him before they started fucking, nor in having his spent cock cleaned up either. But the sight of Richard eagerly cleaning up he cum-filled arse was particularly erotic, he thought. So much so, that to his delight, his flaccid cock began to stir and thicken once more.

“There’s life in the old dog yet,” Paul thought to himself with a grin. “I wonder if Olwen’s up for round two?” A nice cunt fuck would round the evening off perfectly, in his opinion.

Richard must have finished his cream pie, because Olwen got off his face and turned to her lover. She intended just to cuddle him, maybe share a few kisses, and offer her tits for suckling, if Paul fancied it.

To her delight, she noticed that his cock, still glistening with a combination of her own cunt cream and Paul’s cum, was showing signs of revival. She pushed Richard away and bent her head to take the semi hard cock in her mouth. It tasted delicious, and immediately began to swell.

Olwen used her tongue on the sensitive underside of Paul’s mushroom head and the transformation from a shrivelled, soft appendage to a magnificent, hard cock was complete. Olwen released Paul with an audible plop.

“You don’t have to rush off, do you?” she asked with a wicked grin.

A reply was both unnecessary and not given. Paul slid into Olwen ‘s very well lubricated cunt and began to kiss her as he started to fuck her. Olwen thrust her tongue into his mouth and copied his thrusts. He cock fucked her cunt, she tongue fucked his mouth.

This was what she needed! Her cunt was full, stretched out and reacting beautifully to Paul’s cock. Her clit was throbbing, and she pushed upwards to increase the friction on the engorged bud. Paul, being the thoughtful lover that he was, took the opportunity of Olwen raising herself slightly, to push a finger up her recently fucked arse, which Olwen loved. She clamped down, back and front, and Paul grinned. This fifty-something woman was as tight as a newly fucked virgin. He was so grateful that she had chosen him to be her lover.

But all good things must come to an end. Paul felt the familiar tightening in his ball sac. He slowed down to try and delay the inevitable, but it was no good. He’d reached the edge, and was about to tumble over it. Realising that he couldn’t hold back much longer, he increased his pace once more, and with a howl of ecstasy, he shot a rope of hot cum deep into Olwen.

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