let her set the pace

After the wedding, you decide since she is the one taking all the risk, you will let her be the one to set the pace and the meeting times of your “relationship”. Right after the wedding, you return back to school, and she leaves for her honeymoon with Richard. You swing by her office a few times to see if she had returned. It only takes the school two days to change the name on her office door from Ms. Thomas to Mrs. Johnson’s new name. After two weeks of not hearing from her, she returns to work and immediately calls you to her office. When you get there, you give her a once over. She is even more tan than when you first saw her. She is wearing a long blue dress that is extremely low cut showing off her back and her nice cleavage. Other than her noticeably larger breast, it is still to early for her to show signs of being pregnant. The dress she is wearing was fitted before her breast grew; thus, the dress is clearly being stressed to hold back her newfound chest size.

You: “You’re wearing that to teach in?”

Megan: “No, my teaching dress is hanging on the back of the door, I’m wearing this just for you.”

You push up closer to Megan.

Megan: “Before we get started with the festivities and trust me I want them so badly, I want to make something’s clear. Since I am married, I can’t be fully committed to you, so I can’t expect you to be fully committed to me, but I would like to set some ground rules.”

You: “ok, and what are they?”

Megan: “when I am with you, you will be the only thing on my mind, I would like you to promise me the same thing. Also, I would like it if you would make all attempts to avoid my husband. I will personally keep him off your trail, but if he keeps seeing you around, I won’t be able to stop him from catching on. Lastly, even though I’m married, I would like you to still use my maiden name or even better yet call me Megan.”

You: “That sounds perfect.”

You push into her, wrapping your arms around her.

You: “So do I have all of your attention right now.”

Megan: “I have been waiting two weeks for you to have all of me.”

You kiss her neck: “so do I?”

Megan: “Can’t you tell?” she runs her hand down the front of your pants, stopping right at your balls. “

You: “Yes I can.” She turns her head, allowing you to french kiss her.

She breaks the french kiss “He can’t satisfy me like you can.”

You push back into her and reach up to her shoulders.

Megan: “I can’t wait, I need you now, I wore it just for you. Just rip it off me.”

You grab both shoulder straps and rip them to the ground.

You look at her, standing completely naked in front of you. Her pussy is clean-shaven. “no underwear?”

Megan: “I did not want to wait for you to take it off of me.”

She pushes off the desk and into you, gently grabs and pushes your pants and underwear to the floor. You grab her hips and **** her even closer to you, easing your dick inside her smooth pussy.

You: “your dripping wet Megan”

Megan: “I have been waiting for you to fuck me again since I walk down the aisle. Not to mention the feeling of your rock hard dick drives me crazy every time.”

You violently push her back against the desk. She can’t help but to scream out in pleasure. As you fuck her wet pussy, she screams even louder than ever, that is, until you both hear a knock at the door. You are frozen stiff as you hear a female voice pronounce from behind the door” Ms. Tho.. Oh I’m sorry, Mrs. Johnson, is everything ok?”

You look at Megan, with your dick still inside her, you both are nude and frozen in fear. Her eyes are really big. Megan whispers to you” What do I say?”