Ted and I had wanted to fuck each other since the day we met. Unfortunately, his wife was aware of this, and didn’t approve. It was something we’d gotten used to. We’d flirt, we’d talk, I’d sit in his lap, he’d poke me in the ass with his boner while I was sitting in his lap, it was all very borderline inappropriate, to the point where, when his wife had been too tired to join us out and about a few weeks in a row, friends started asking if we were a couple. We denied it, of course. We were doing nothing wrong, just flirting. As long as his wife was in the picture, it was just simple, harmless, shameless flirting. We didn’t do anything beyond that.

That is, until a Friday night after a long week, the kind of week that leaves you beaten and tired, and a little too eager to get some release. Several of my friends got together at a local bar. Just some company, some dancing, some laughs, a totally harmless way to blow off steam. But Ted had had a long week, too, and once again, his wife hadn’t joined us. There was something different about him that night. He was just a little more intense, the flirting was just a little more direct. He practically insisted I dance with him, not that I minded, but it was just a little bit more provocative. It wasn’t the way Ted, the married man, danced. It was the dancing of a guy who was lonely, shooting his shot with a pretty girl. He’d touched me before, in places that his wife would have taken issue with, but this time, he lingered. He squeezed. He pulled me close roughly and nearly kissed me several times. A good, upstanding friend would have backed off and respected his marital bonds.

I never claimed to be a role model, though.

So I danced back, I upped the stakes, I rubbed against him, I gave him the sluttiest looks I could muster, I pushed into his hands whenever he grabbed me, I gasped and moaned. I did everything short of sucking his cock on the dance floor, trying to find where the line was, and he rose to the occasion every time. But then the song ended, and there was nothing left to flirt to. We stared at each other as the next song queued up, and Ted leaned in, ever so slightly, to kiss me. I pressed my hand to his chest and smiled politely. I told him softly that there were a lot of people there that knew him, and they wouldn’t all take kindly to him kissing someone who wasn’t his wife. He nodded, apologized, and went outside for some air. I, never one to let a thing like that go so easily, grabbed my purse and followed him outside.

When he saw me, he apologized profusely, said that he didn’t mean to let his feelings get the better of him, and that I would be right to be angry. I calmly explained that he hadn’t bothered me a bit, and I didn’t object to the way he wanted to take it, if he still wanted to take it that way, but we had to be smart. He seemed taken aback, but he didn’t object, which was fine by me. I figured that was the last hurdle we had to clear, and when he regained his composure and asked me what I was thinking, I knew we had a clear shot. Then I got to work.

The bar was obviously out. Too many people who knew me, Ted, and his wife could ruin everything. We certainly couldn’t go back to his house, for obvious reasons. We briefly thought about going back to my place, but didn’t want to risk his wife driving by and seeing his car parked in front, as she was already suspicious of us, and there weren’t many reasons he’d be with me in private. We thought for a moment before he lit up and told me, with a smile but a direct tone, to get into his car. I did as he asked, and before we pulled out, he pulled me into a searing kiss, the kind that assured me that all the teasing, flirting and waiting had been absolutely worth it.

Minutes later, we were pulling in at Ted’s work: a school. He explained, with a grin, that he would sometimes come in to work late to grade assignments and work on lesson plans, so his wife, in the event she was tracking his phone. I asked about security cameras and he looked at me incredulously. Apparently, according to him, the school was a common place for employees to take their hookups in the event they couldn’t go home. In the event that anyone actually saw us on the cameras, which was unlikely, it was common practice to look the other way unless something went missing or was damaged. Coyly, I asked him if he knew this from experience. He just smiled.

There’s something naughty about being in a school after hours. I wasn’t rebellious when I was in school, so walking through the dark halls sent off butterflies in my stomach, like I was doing something wrong. The urge to run to wherever we were going was only held back by the fact that I didn’t know the way, and Ted was keeping calm. Still, I couldn’t stop grinning. I was in the school after hours. I was going to fuck Ted in the school after hours. I’m no stranger to taboo activities, but this was a new variety I’d never explored. We stopped at the door to his classroom and he pulled out his keys, slid one in, turned it, and we were in.

Once inside, with the door closed quietly behind us, we went at each other like crazed teens. He easily handled my slender, 5’6” body as I lept at him and wrapped my legs around him, kissing him furiously. He backed up, softly leaning against the whiteboard as our tongues wrestled. I wasn’t just letting out the sexual tension that had building up between us, I was unleashing every bit of frustration I’d had for every hot teacher I’d had through school. Clinging to Ted, I was making every long school day I spent staring at Mr. Payeur or Mr. Knight while squeezing my thighs together and hoping no one knew what I was doing worth it. Ted was matching me, clearly working out some tension of his own, though we didn’t talk about it. There was no point.

I took his signal when he urgently patted my leg. I lowered my feet to the ground, stepping back a couple times as I got used to standing under my own power again. I asked him what was wrong. He shook his head, gasping, my lipstick smeared across his face. He told me nothing was wrong, but he needed to fuck me. I bit my lip and stepped toward him, beginning to sink to my knees, but he stopped me. He said it again, but emphasized the he needed to FUCK me. We exchanged devilish smiles as he reached around to my back and unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor. He muttered out a simple curse word as he took in my body, pale and slender, no panties to cover my shaved pussy, no bra to hold up my firm 36C tits, only a pair of strappy high heels left on me. I felt his eyes on me as I walked to my purse, discarded carelessly on the floor, and bent over at the hip, pulling out a condom that took me extra long to find. When he saw what I’d grabbed, he asked if I’d planned for this to happen. I told him, scarcely above a whisper, that I’d been planning on fucking him for years. I’ve never seen a man unbuckle his belt and drop his pants so quickly.

I sauntered over to his desk and rested my bare ass against it, lifting the condom wrapper to my teeth, biting down and ripping it open as he drank in ever curve of my body. He approached, his cock wavering in the air. As soon as he was within arms reach, I grabbed his cock and gently pulled him towards me, situating him between my legs. I slowly rolled the condom over his hardness, then I looked up at him, a faux innocent look on my face, and I told him what we were supposed to do now. He responded by scooping my legs up and lifting my ass properly onto the desk as I squealed in delight. He rubbed his sheathed cockhead over my slit, quickly changing my squeals to moans. Then he stopped. He looked me in the eyes and told me in a soft voice dripping with lust, that he had wanted to fuck me since the instant he first saw me. He let the words hang in the air for a moment, then he pushed forward, impaling me.

I let out a sound that would have been recognizable to anyone who might have been listening, then a long, shuddering gasp as he pulled out and slammed forward again, then again, then again, sending his desk rocking, knocking papers and other office supplies to the floor. He didn’t care though. He just tensed his jaw, gritted his teeth, and continued plowing forward as hard as he could, his eyes fixed on my tits that swayed with every thrust. I folded my hands behind my head and laid it back, giving him the best view I could.

As he kept fucking me, we heard a sound that caught both of our attention: a snap. The desk, surprising no one with any knowledge of the American education system, was cheap, and not build for the kind of fucking that we were doing. We paused, him balls deep, waiting to see if the whole thing was about to collapse under us. When it seemed safe, he pulled out, still rock hard, and helped me to my feet. I wobbled slightly on the high heels I was still wearing. We giggled a bit at the stupid situation and looked around for another surface. I’d about decided to fuck on the floor when he grabbed me and pressed my body against the white board. With my heels, the heights just about matched up, and he shoved inside me with no pretense, just the urgency of a man who had been close to cumming before being so rudely interrupted.

It took us a few adjustments, but I worked my way into a position where I was able to push my hips out enough that he had a good angle, letting him reach around me and grab my tits, squeezing my nipples and drawing a fresh string of curse words from my lips as he quickly set a frantic pace. I let my hands, which had been planted against the white board drop, leaving just my cheek pressed against the cool plastic, pressed harder and harder against it each time he hammered forward, sending my brain to dizzying new heights. I reached between my legs, furiously working my clit to get myself to a new level that Ted was not entirely prepared for. I hit a new pitch in my moans and squeels, begging him to fuck me harder without realizing what I was saying.

Finally, he squeezed down hard on my tits, my pale flesh bulging between his fingers as he buried himself deep. I felt the telltale bucking of his cock as he filled the condom, sucking in ragged breaths with each twitch of his tool. Finally, he pulled free, stumbling back a few steps and collapsing in his chair, breathing hard. I stood at the white board, my ass sticking out while I continued rubbing my clit lazily, riding the high down slowly. When I finally stood up and turned to see Ted, he was watching me intently. His limp dick still hung free, with the full condom hanging from it. I walked over to him, a little extra sway in my hips, and took some pleasure in seeing his dick twitch, though nothing came of it. I reached down with my pussy juice-coated fingers for the condom, but he grabbed my hand and pulled it to his mouth, sucking my fingers clean with a groan. As he finished, I grabbed the condom with the other hand, pulling it off with a snap. I gestured to the packets of papers and pens on the floor and told him he had some cleaning to do. He got to work while I tied the condom off, dropping it into my purse for disposal somewhere less incriminating, and scooped up my dress, pulling it up and adjusting it. As I was getting ready to call Ted over to help me, he grabbed the zipper and pulled it up. I looked back at him appreciatively, and he smiled and shrugged, muttering about being married for several years and knowing when a woman needs help getting dressed.

With his classroom back in order and both of us fully dressed again, we slipped back out the door, which he locked, and then back down the hallway, feeling if more naughty than I had on our way in. We walked back to his car, chatting and laughing like two teens who just got away with something that they definitely shouldn’t have been doing. In his car, I kissed him again and thanked him, then wiped a few stray lipstick marks around his mouth before he drove us back to the bar, where he dropped me off before going back home. I slipped back in without a fuss. No one even bothered to ask where I’d been.