A confused wife

At the door to Mr Stansen's room, they found a flustered looking Rosie, waiting.

"What...what's going on?!", she said to Mark and Stansen. Mark didn't know how to possibly answer that, didn't know why he wasn't being slapped after she'd just witnessed him masterbating onto a teenaged girl.

"It will all make sense my dear", said Mr Stansen, "And you really needn't be here...

"Of course I need to be here!", she shouted, attracting the attention of a few people walking by for a moment or two, "He is my husband and I need to be here for him!"

So, not only was Rosie not angry, she seemed to be sticking up for him more than she had in any of the weeks before.

"I just don't understand what you said in their...about having sex with that bitch", she spat the last word. Mark had never heard Rosie use that word, she actually hated it, but now...

"Mark! Are you paying attention? Well did you fuck her or not?!"

"I...of course I didn't", he protested.

"But then...what you said Mr Stansen, it made sense", Rosie said, "I feel like a fool for not seeing it before. Mark, why do you keep disagreeing? It's ok!", she stroked his shoulder, "I understand now! You don't need to keep lying to protect me, not when I know that little cunt is to blame"

The C-word! If Mark hadn't already realised, he knew now that he was going crazy. Or everyone else was.

"Mrs Slater", soothed Stansen, "Perhaps if you stepped in with us, we could explain."

He opened the door and held it with an 'After you gesture'.

As man and wife entered the office they were immediately greeted by a sight that, on any other day, would easily be the most extraordinary thing they'd witnessed.

There was a woman, in front of a huge old desk, leaning back against its edge. She was stunning! Her face was beautiful, with sharp blue eyes and straightened blonde hair that was stylishly arranged down to just past her shoulders - fashionable but also buisiness-like. She stood, with a slightly amused smirk on her face, at maybe 6 feet or so although that was undoubtedly boosted by her high heeled shoes - super-shiny black leather with an inch or two of platform and 4-inch wicked looking spikes for heels.

Her long model-esque legs were adorned with opaque white stockings, rising all the way up to just below mid-thigh. Garters held them up, rising under the shortest travesty of a skirt - a pleated 5 inch band that rested saucily on her hips, in the same blue colour as Mr. Slater's school. Her upper body was clad only, it seemed, in a slightly abbreviated version of the school jacket, deep blue, buttoned up and with the crest over her left breast. The jacket had obviously been well tailored as it still hinted at the woman's slender build and large breasts. The deep vee of the jacket revealed only inviting cleavage and more of her glowing golden tan.

The overall impression was of a blonde-bikini model just stepped off the beach, dressed in designer stripper-wear - not trashy enough for porn but still unbelievably sexy. Even though Mark had just experienced an intense climax only minutes before, his cock lurched in his pants at the sight before him.

The door closed behind them with Mr Stansen quickly walking in, smiling at the confused look on Mark and Rosie's faces.

"Please, allow me to introduce you to Erin, my daughter"