Her (Half-)Husband

"It's just my hubby. He should know I like to go through the course material after the session is over, why would he call this early?", a sour look flowed over her face while regarding the phone in her hand.

BZZZZ BZZZZ BZZZZ

"Do you... Do you want to pick that up, or?"

He asked - curiously? cautiously? hopefully? It was easy to see which one of those three vibes his tease of a teacher picked up on.

"Ooooh, is that something you're into? Having me talk to my husband with my mouth full?", making good on her implicit promise, she put Johns cockhead into her mouth.

Warm, wet and forbidden. A teachers mouth on his student cock, a married woman suckling on the tip of his dick while her husband calle-

BZZZZ BZZZZ BZZZZ

"Ooooooghg aah", John couldn't keep silent when Mrs. Pavlova pressed her phone firmly into her cheek, directly massaging his cock through the vibration. Her husband calling was literally getting him off right now. And she held it there. Excruciatingly long.

BZZZZ BZZZZ BZZZZ

Was she looking for an answer? Was she waiting for him to take a stance? Make a decision?

"Take the damn call!", he hurriedly burst from his lips before it could burst from his balls against his will. With a twinkle in her eye she obliged him, plopped his cock from her mouth and tapped that green button, followed by putting the speaker function on.

"Yes Lokesh? I'm still in a student meeting, you know I can't talk now."

"Oh yeah! Sorry hun, didn't think of that. But can't you just flash a bit of cleavage and throw them out for gawking?", the man on the other side of the line chuckled, suggesting that this was an inside joke that the couple usually shares a laugh over. Only this time they didn't.

"Ugh, no I can't. The student", noticeable quotation marks in her speech, "here is Mr. Doe. Him and me are having a private session right now."

Yeah, a private session alright. John couldn't help but start grinning now. Up here, he mouthed at her and gestured to his unattended cock. The wicked teacher swiftly put the phone on the edge of the table and jumped straight into a double-handed handjob.

"Anaathai Kaluthai! I didn't mean to bother you two, tell him I'm sorry, ok?", Lokesh took on a different tone now.

"You can tell him yourself my chellam, I'll put you on speaker now", she winked John into action.

"Mr. Pavlova? John Doe here, I'm having a talk -mgm- with your wife right now", after hearing John say talk, Priya put his head into her mouth again and started mimicking talk around her mouths invader. For that her tongue played in tandem to her still jerking hands.

"Sure, I can guess what kind of talk you're having...", the stranger sounded especially distant now.

"I hope so, it isn't that complicated a concept to grasp, is it?", John chuckled, finding more confidence in the strange setting he found himself in. "Your wife really is a cunning linguist, she has me wrapped around her tongue with-"

"Ok, ok. She's busy, I get it. Priya, can you hear me? I'll call you again in an hour, okay?"

His wife was about to retreat and answer, when John put one hand behind her head and picked up the phone with the other.

"Sorry, no. She can't hear you", he deactivated the speaker function, "but I'll tell her for you, no problem. Before we hang up though, I have a few questions."

"You have- Listen here boy, I'm not one of your teachers, if you have questions to ask then go and find one of those", irritation palpable at this point. Lokesh Pavlova wanted this talk to be over, sooner rather than later.

John used a little pressure to gently push Priyas head a bit closer into his groin. She understood the hint and started cautiously bobbing on the second half of his prick.

"Well, my teacher can't really vocalize any opinions right now. So I'd be thankful if you'd help me out here", he earned himself another wink from below with that.

"Mhm, fine then. What's on your mind?"

Mostly your wife actually...

"So, you and Mrs. Pavlova, how is your sex life?", the time for beating around the bush was over.

"WHAT?! How dare you boy!", ok, maybe he shouldn't have been this direct from the start, "I'd never cheat on my wife! Let alone have sex with a student! Are you insane?"

The man was steaming. About.... someone suggesting he has sex with his wife? What?!

"Priya, honey!", he was shouting in Johns ear, "I'd never have sex with someone else. Our vows stand strong, we'd never stray, right?"

She can't hear you dumbass, but you almost turned me deaf there, John thought and put the phone away at arms length, tuning out the married mans rants. The rants, through which he was telling his wife that he'd never cheat on her with herself, while said wife was engaged in extramarital sex acts with her student. The day was getting weirder and weirder.

"Hey, hey, calm down", John shouts back towards the phone while putting it back to his ear, "I didn't mean any disrespect."

"How can that not be disrespectful? Asking me in front of my wife how my sex life with another woman is, you're such a rude and crass student. That's slander, you know? I'll let you know, we'll soon been married for 10 years and we're as happy as ever."

"Yes, of course. And I really don't want to take up any more of your time than needed, so just some very short questions and you answer as briefly as possible and then we're done, is that alright?"

"Hmmm", the man was still insulted, but wanted to get rid of the prickish student and relay his message to his wife, "fine then. Hurry up."

"So, who are you married to?"

"What? Are you demented boy?"

Precisely at this moment John vowed to cum on Priyas face, for the repeated "boy" and the general mean attitude. He just wanted to get some answers after seeing two women implode without anyone batting an eye. That's a good basis for asking some questions, right? Sure, he was simultaneously getting a blowjob from the mans wife, but still, some manners never hurt anybody.

"Please just indulge me for a few weird and rude questions, we'll be done as soon as you've answered those."

"Urgh, Priya Pavlova. I'm married to Priya Pavlova."

"Who did I just insinuate you were having sex with?"

"With Priya Pavlova."

"And you don't have sex, now or in the future, with Priya Pavlova?"

"No! Damnit!", that one still stung Lokesh apparently. Better continue with a more comfortable topic.

"Who am I currently having sex with?"

"With Priya Pavlova, my wife. Are we done now?

"Ok, one final question: Can you please give me a full list of the men that have sex with your wife Priya Pavlova?"

"You", curt yet blunt.

"Aaaaaaand?"

"That's it damnit, can you now tell my wife she should call me back once she has time? We really need to plan the anniversary party and her mother doesn't want to sit next to my sister. Just tell her to call me back, we have to deal with that today or the caterer will give us hell with the seating arrangem-"

John hung up mid-sentence. Two women ran into each other this morning and became one. Everyone treated it as normal that he had sex with the one woman that come out of that. And apparently people treat the new woman as both of the women she used to be, in a confusing, almost schizophrenic manner.

Oh, and he was about to blow a massive load from Priya increasing the suction on her seal around his cock and himself disregarding her husband.

"Pu-mgh-pull me out", with a wet smooch she withdrew her mouth from his cock and turned her short strokes to full-length strokes again.

"Is the lesson over when the bell rings or are you ending it here", she challenged him a final time.

The damn broke and without even asking, John began completing Priyas slutty look with a fitting facial. Rope after rope landed on her forehead, nose, cheek and chin in that order. During her impromptu cum shower, she kept up stroking his cock, up and down, literally milking him onto her face.

"Wow, that was... great."

"You mean g-g-great?", Mrs. Pavlova added. The two of them shared a chuckle and in his post-nut bliss John didn't even consider the meanness that she was aiming at his classmate.

"So, I guess I'll see you next session?", she didn't make any attempts to clean up her coated face.

"Oh, definitely", John answered, "but if you want to show of some of those outfits in the meantime, feel free to take my number from the student registry and send me some snapshots."

"I sure will, John. Someone has to properly value the effort I go through to look pretty", she gestured down to her outfit, deliberately paying no attention to her disheveled and decorated face.

A smile on his lips and a spring in his step, John left the classroom.

Seems like finally thing were coming together for him.