Wife fucked in her classroom

Would love to hear more abot those encounters😈 reminds me of my wife’s experiences as well.
What kind of experiences did you wife have? These days mine fantasizes about being taken by multiple guy students in their their 20s. it seems that in her early days as a professor she would have a lot of affairs at academic conferences!
 
This is one of my favourite fantasies involving adult, consenting students and my wife. Does anyone share a similar fantasy?

My wife was a teacher, 5'8 tall, brunette with a curvy figure. Now she is a retired milf.

I imagined in her younger days, or even possibly now, that the older students lusted after her. Maybe they did all sorts of things, from up-skirting her, taking pics of her ass or shapely legs, or even blackmailing her for sex.

The ideal fantasy is 3 students having their way with her over her desk, leaving her in a complete mess, covered in cum for her next lesson.

DM is open to discuss this fantasy further.
I'd sure love to discuss this fantasy with you further . . .
 
When I was at school. We had a music teacher. I’ll call her Miss B.
She was every teenage boys milf fantasy.
She had the most sexy Northern Irish accent and a beautiful curvy body.
She wore quite short skirts. Remember this was the mid 70’s.
On a number of occasions she would crouch on the stage while talking to a number of us during a rehearsal and we could see he panty covered pussy.
I remember spending many evening at home wanking with the fantasy of her coming on to me in the music cupboard.
Oh happy days.
 
This is one of my favourite fantasies involving adult, consenting students and my wife. Does anyone share a similar fantasy?

My wife was a teacher, 5'8 tall, brunette with a curvy figure. Now she is a retired milf.

I imagined in her younger days, or even possibly now, that the older students lusted after her. Maybe they did all sorts of things, from up-skirting her, taking pics of her ass or shapely legs, or even blackmailing her for sex.

The ideal fantasy is 3 students having their way with her over her desk, leaving her in a complete mess, covered in cum for her next lesson.

DM is open to discuss this fantasy further.
I'm 55, I have a sub female who is 22 and very petite, she likes 'daddy' role-playing, but has recently revealed her other kink... her school uniform still fits her and she loves to be disciplined by 'Sir' this is a fantastic kink and I'm happy to explore and develop our play. Possibly involve another 'teacher' or 'student' in the session.
 
I'm 55, I have a sub female who is 22 and very petite, she likes 'daddy' role-playing, but has recently revealed her other kink... her school uniform still fits her and she loves to be disciplined by 'Sir' this is a fantastic kink and I'm happy to explore and develop our play. Possibly involve another 'teacher' or 'student' in the session.
I've taught college! I volunteer!
 
When I was at school. We had a music teacher. I’ll call her Miss B.
She was every teenage boys milf fantasy.
She had the most sexy Northern Irish accent and a beautiful curvy body.
She wore quite short skirts. Remember this was the mid 70’s.
On a number of occasions she would crouch on the stage while talking to a number of us during a rehearsal and we could see he panty covered pussy.
I remember spending many evening at home wanking with the fantasy of her coming on to me in the music cupboard.
Oh happy days.
I went to school in the late 60s. Miniskirts were just coming in. Some of the girls wore them, but a teacher would have been severely reprimanded. So I never had the visions you were blessed with.

But: there was Miss Thompson (Mrs, actually, but it was impossible to think of her that way— especially given the sour lemon she was married to). Fresh out of college, fresh.... everything. Scent included. She was a long-term substitute for an English teacher who was in the hospital. That teacher never came back, and Miss Thompson became permanent. Many were the times when she would stand beside my desk and bend over to look at some phrase I had a question about, her fresh little breasts pressed against my shoulder.... Oh, the inflamed nights she gave me, tossing and turning on my bed, after one of her classes.

Just before graduation, we had our senior banquet at a mountainside inn. This was in those in-between days, when old-fashioned resorts were in decline, and the ski industry wasn't big yet, so they welcomed us with the money we'd raised from bake sales and car washes. It was just us seniors, and our teachers. All of us, students and teachers alike, had had ā€œa bitā€ to drink (things were very different in those days). And after dinner, we danced to some rag-tag orchestra that the inn provided. And when it came time to waltz, I found Miss Thompson. I held her as tight as I'd been longing to do for three years, and her front side, with her thin summery dress, was practically glued to me, and we danced that way in front of god and everyone, while Mr Thompson watched with a mouthful of lemons.

Four or five of us guys rode home together afterwards, and I remember the other guys talking non-stop about the girls in our class, and who was fucking who, and so on— and I was totally lost in my thoughts about Miss Thompson... A year later, emboldened by living away from home and all manner of new experiences, I went back to visit— and they'd moved away. I never saw her again. 57 years ago, and still she fuels my fantasies.
 
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When I was a senior in high school (last year) there was a lot of rumors about my math teacher getting fucked in her room by a couple of boys in our class. One of them did me at a party near the end of the year and I asked him if it was true. He said it was. She was like, 30 and attractive so maybe it was true. Made me wet to think about it! šŸ¤”
 
When I was a senior in high school (last year) there was a lot of rumors about my math teacher getting fucked in her room by a couple of boys in our class. One of them did me at a party near the end of the year and I asked him if it was true. He said it was. She was like, 30 and attractive so maybe it was true. Made me wet to think about it! šŸ¤”
When I was at high school there were quite a few teachers in their 20s, who wore the skirts, sweaters and blouses that were sure to get us older boys excited. I was too shy, but I know some of us had them
 
This story was told to me by a friend a while back, it's very relevant to this thread so I thought I would share it here. I hope it doesn't break any rules of posting. It's very disturbing or erotic or both, depending on your viewpoint.


I am in my mid 50's but could easily pass for mid 30's.

I have been married to the same man for more than 30 years

and I guess I love him; I can't imagine being married

to anyone else nor do I want to be. But there are times when

I need more and I have been quietly satisfying these urges

for years with various lovers on the side. I am very cautious

and for all outward appearances I am the very last person

anyone would expect to do such things, especially my husband.

That's why this one particular time has me questioning

my cautious nature. I teach at a local university and was

ā€œworkingā€ one Saturday to catch up on some work, or

so I told my husband. I was actually locked in my office with

one of my lovers sucking and getting fucked every way imaginable.

He had me bent over my desk and was pile driving my pussy like

a mad man when my cell phone rang. For some reason I picked

it up and saw it was from my husband, and I got the strangest

urge to answer it. I told my lover that I had to take the call

and for him to be very quiet, so he slowed his rhythm to a soft

consistent fuck and I said ā€œHelloā€. My husband said

hi and I said ā€œHi hon, what cha needā€ in as calm a voice

as I could muster. He proceeded to tell me of his plans to

grill some steaks and such for dinner all the while I am being

fucked by another man. I got so turned on that I could hardly

keep from moaning. I would say ā€œThat sounds niceā€ and

other small comments, but I was having one hell of a time

concentrating on dinner while I was being fucked like a

slutty whore. Finally, he finished talking and told me to

be safe driving home and we said goodbye. My lover asks who

it was and I told him,ā€ It was just my silly husband talking

about dinner tonightā€ and we got a good laugh out of that.

I told him we should finish up, and he started pounding my

pussy like a jack hammer again and before you know it, he was

cuming deep inside my pussy until it squirted out the sides.

Afterwords we cleaned up, got dressed and he slipped out

my door and was gone. I stepped out a while later and headed

home. While on the road, I got to thinking that that was one

of the most erotic feelings that I had ever felt, talking

to my husband and having to maintain my composure while

being fucked by another man. Perhaps I'll call home

more often when ā€œworkingā€.
 
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