I dont know what it was that night that drove me to what I did. Maybe it was the crushing boredom of being a suburban housewife. Maybe it was the two hours I had already spent listening to principal McKinley ramble on about attendance and the importance of the PTA. Maybe it was the neverending despair of a ten-year marriage that had produced one child and exactly zero orgasms. Hell, maybe I just have a thing for black men. Or gym teachers. Or black gym teachers. Maybe though, just maybe, it was the fact that I'd seen Coach Barrett's big cock through his sweatpants every day this year when I dropped Nicholas Jr. off for school. I had seen how long it was. How thick. How it stretched the fabric of his otherwise loose-fitting gym wear. Whatever the catalyst, when Barrett got up and walked out of the assembly hall, I told my husband that I needed a cigarette and gave chase.

My wife dropped to her knees and started to lick Helen’s smooth bald pussy. I could see her lips were pink and parted. Alice licked and sucked on each lip and then started to lick Helen’s clit in small little circles - not unlike what sends Alice off when I have the pleasure of eating her. It didn’t take long before Helen’s body shook

I bit her nipples harder than before taking care not to leave marks, and smacked her pussy repeatedly until she wiggled with pleasure, cumming in a wave of ecstasy and delight in one combined motion. I rubbed her clit until the wave ran out. Her eyes looked at me full of want.

I went down on my knees and opened his jeans. My heart was pounding and my nipples were painfully erect. I pulled out a thick cock - as muscular as his arms. This cock would rip me open. His hands were caressing my hair and he gently pushed his cock into my mouth. It was huge. I could hear him moan as I moved his dick inside my mouth. I was a cheating wife!