I’ll admit, I am not a smart man. I should have left the argument there but my words got away from me and Marissa stormed out, got in her car, and drove off. I fell asleep on the couch and didn’t hear her come in until almost midnight. She just went straight upstairs and went to sleep and so I went ahead and did the same on the couch.
When I woke up for work, Marrissa was already gone. Reluctantly, I shrugged off to work and tried to focus all day on the stack of paperwork I had to get through. Last night’s events still weighed too heavily on my mind though so I decided to check out early for the day and go make up with my wife. Marissa always loved when I surprised her at work and joined her in the kids’ activities. I was hoping that would at least partially help her forgive me for the previous night.
20 minutes of traffic and several turns later I reached the school to see children all over being picked up by parents and herded by crossing guards. Which was strange, Marissa hadn’t told me about this half day, I didn’t think she had one for another 2 weeks.
I made my way through the congestion and parked next to my wife. She must be really upset at me to still be hanging around on a half day rather than heading home. Or…My cock stiffened as I had a dark thought but I shook it off and headed to her classroom. Her wing was nearly abandoned, and I wondered where she could be. Approaching her classroom, I noticed another oddity, the shades were drawn. Getting closer to try and peer in through the side, I heard the sound that changed my life forever. A woman’s muffled yell. But not just any woman. I had been married to Marissa long enough to pick out that sound through a sea of women. My heart was pounding now. Right on cue, my cock stiffened and I made the snap decision to turn the door handle. Fuck.
I had only cracked the door open a tad, but I could already see the scene taking place in “Miss H’s” classroom. My wife was bent over her desk, facing the tiny student desks as a sweaty man was plowing into her from behind her. I had tried to get her to have spontaneous, hot sex in her classroom countless times with no avail. Yet here she was, head resting on a stack of coloring paper as a man who I can only guess to be Brandon was ramming his cock into her from behind. I was frozen, not wanting it to continue yet unable to muster a word or venture another step inside.
“Oh god Brandon yes! YES! Keep doing that.”
“I knew you would want this dick the second I first saw you. Isn’t that right? Tell me you want this dick.”
“This is so wrong!! We shouldn’t be doing this Brandon.” My wife kept moaning loudly at each thrust.
“Tell me you’ve been thinking about this cock. Tell me how much you love it Marissa.” Brandon looked up and caught my eyes and flashed the biggest grin I had seen in my life. “In fact, you’ve needed this cock haven’t you sweetheart? Ol’ hubby Griffin doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?”
“I-I…no! He doesn’tttt. Please just don’t stop!”
“Let me show you another thing Griffin can’t do.” I could see my wife’s eyes roll to the back of her head as Brandon started grunting and I could tell I was witnessing the impregnation of my own wife.