"Mr." Suzuki.

My mind is reeling right now. I seriously don't even know where to begin. I keep trying to form even a single question to ask, but my brain just cuts each one off at "What...?" or "How...?" without anything else to work with. Louisa (who is still completely naked, by the way) looks over her shoulder at me. I can only assume I look like my brain is short-circuiting based on the face Louisa makes when she sees me. And to be fair, my brain basically is short-circuiting right now. I keep trying to form even a single question to ask, but-

Wait, I already said that, didn't I? Even my own thoughts are scrambled right now...

And throughout this entire moment, Louisa's phone keeps ringing. As it does, all I can do is stare at the name written across the top of the screen. A name that I've seen written out multiple times already.

Phoebe Suzuki

"Listen, Matt. I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was married. It's just... um..." Louisa stutters before sighing in defeat. "We don't need to tell her about any of this, right?"

"You're married to... and she's... but I..." I'm still trying to grip onto any strand floating around my mind to form a complete sentence. Eventually, I finally manage to grab one, though it's not the one I expected to grab. "So... you're bi?"

Probably not the best lead, but what do you want from me? How the hell was I supposed to know any of this? I'm lucky I was even able to get those three words out. Louisa immediately goes red in the face. Her eyes dart away from mine as she bites her lip nervously.

"Uh... about that..."

No... No way.... I don't believe it...

"You're not trying to tell me you're a lesbian, are you?" I ask in disbelief.

"Why is that so surprising? Phoebe's the one who swings both ways, not me," Louisa retorts.

She can't be serious. Is that why I was having such a hard time pushing her to do something with me? Well, I guess it also doesn't help that she's married and probably didn't want to cheat on her wife...

"Hey! Wait a second!" I shout in a moment of realization. "You're the one who asked me to step outside with you!"

Once again, Louisa gets a little embarrassed.

"I... I was hoping to hold out for one of my female students to come in," she admits through gritted teeth. "Terra... Gwen... Hell, I would have even put up with Daisy's big mouth for a chance with those breasts she has now. But in the moment... it was you or nothing, and I couldn't wait anymore..."

Damn. Did I just lose to Daisy? Talk about a hard blow...

So Louisa really is gay. Who would have guessed the most uninteresting teacher on campus would have such an unexpected side to her. And to think that the woman she's married to is one of the most openly erotic people I've ever met. Hell, I always figured Louisa was one of those people who spent all their free time at home by themselves, not talking to anyone. Cleary that was incorrect.

"God, I can't believe we're even having this discussion right now. Just to be clear, I love Phoebe more than anything in the whole world, but..." Louisa hesitates for a moment, trying to choose her words carefully. "...something happened recently. She just can't seem to... take care of my needs anymore. I have no idea why. And with all of the... er... excitement that happened last week, I've found myself quite a bit more wound up than usual..."

Everything is finally starting to make more sense. Louisa must have called Phoebe and asked her to come over and "take care of her needs" back when she got swarmed by a bunch of her own students. Later that day, I accidentally used the remote on Phoebe, which made it impossible for her to bring her spouse to orgasm. Fast forward a bit, and the result is Louisa being in the state she's in right now.

Speaking of that state, it seems like Louisa is starting to become restless again. Her eyes keep darting down to my erect shaft, and after a few seconds of silence, she begins slowly approaching me.

"You know, it's hard to tell that your a lesbian with how you're looking at my cock. Are you sure you're really gay?" I ask her.

"I... I'm not sure anymore. I had never enjoyed it when a man touched me before, but when you... did what you did last Thursday... something about it was different. Ever since then... I've just been so confused," Louisa explains as she takes another step.

That's probably thanks to Phoebe's first attribute too. I'm pretty sure it also makes her spouse get turned on much more easily by other people. No wonder Louisa seemed so disorientated that day. That may have been the first time in her life she had ever gotten wet for a man.

Louisa must be able to tell how lost in thought I am, as she quickly tries to recapture my attention. She tosses her phone down and starts to sway seductively. She even spins around and gives that ass of hers an inviting shake. Needless to say, she does manage to catch my eye with that one.

"You're seriously still trying to get me to fuck you after all of that?" I question.

"I don't think you understand, Matt. I need to get off. I literally cannot think of anything else right now. And don't act like you don't want to. I know you do. Come on... Phoebe doesn't have to know. And even if she did, I'm sure she would understand," Louisa responds temptingly.

Well, she's right about one thing: I definitely want to. But am I really about to help this woman cheat on her wife? Hmm...

After giving it a bit of thought, an idea comes to me. One that might help Louisa and Phoebe both understand as well as come to terms with their new relationship. It might be a bit ****, but if it goes how I think it will, it should help both of them. It also should be pretty entertaining, which is always a big plus for me.

This time around, I'm the one who takes control of the situation. I grab Louisa and toss her towards the table I was laying on not long ago. I bend her over the edge of it and start to line my cock up with her pussy. The entire time, Louisa seems totally ready for it, no longer resisting anything I do to her body. She's probably nervous about the thought of a man fucking her, but she's too horny to let that stop her now. Actually... wait a second...

"Louisa? Have you ever had sex with a man before?" I ask her.

"Huh?" She mumbles out before actually processing what I just said. "Oh, uh, no. Phoebe's the only person I've ever been with, actually."

Wow. So this moment is even more special than I initially thought.

"So, in a way, you're kind of still a virgin, right?"

Louisa's face goes red.

"Um... well... sometimes Phoebe likes to take me with a strap-on... Does that count?"

Not exactly the answer I was expecting. And I'm not sure if that does count or not. I'm not really an expert on lesbian sex. Also, here's a good question: if Louisa has lost her virginity, could she regain it when her body changes from her new attribute? That's a question I definitely can't answer. But for now, let's just assume the answer is yes, because for some reason, that idea is really hot to me.

"What about this hot little asshole of yours?" I ask while rubbing a finger against it, causing her to moan. "Have you ever been fucked here with that strap-on?"

"Y-yes," Louisa stutters out. Another unexpected answer. "Every now and then, Phoebe will stick it up there. She says changing things up once in awhile keeps our relationship fresh."

Damn, Phoebe. You're one kinky bitch. Makes me wonder what other kind of stuff she's convinced my math teacher to do. I can't help but be jealous of her for getting to use this incredible ass whenever she wants. Perhaps I should shift my plans slightly...

"You know what, Louisa? You've given me a great idea. I think I'd actually like to try out your ass for myself. Besides, we wouldn't want to ruin your pure little pussy with my cock, now would we?"

"Wait, what? No, please don't do that. I need to have my pussy filled. I don't know if I'll be able to orgasm if you- AAAAH! OH MY GOD!" Louisa suddenly screams as I ignore her protest and push the head of my cock into her asshole.

"What was that?" I tease. "I couldn't hear you over all that yelling. Something about not wanting it up your butt? Did you want me to pull out?"

"NO! FUCK WHAT I SAID! KEEP FUCKING MY ASS! IT FEELS SO GOOD!" Louisa moans out at the top of her lungs. Based on the way her body is spasming, I can only assume she's already cumming.

It looks like that extra pleasure she gets from Phoebe's attribute is really coming in handy. As for me, I can tell I made the right decision. The way her asshole squeezes against my rod as I thrust my hips into those soft cheeks... man, it's unreal. Definitely worth the wait.

"Oh really? If you really like it that much, maybe you should just be my little asswhore from now on. How does that sound?" I continue.

"YES! I'LL BE YOUR ASSWHORE! WHATEVER YOU WANT! JUST PLEASE, DON'T STOP!"

Huh. Didn't think I'd get such a positive response from that. I was mostly joking, but maybe I should really consider doing that. There is a novelty to having a girl that exclusively does anal, especially if that thing about her regaining her virginity is true. Just imagine it: a sexy cheerleader begging to have her ass pounded, all while her pussy remains completely untouched. An idea to consider for sure.

Louisa's screams take a while to level out, as she repeatedly cums over and over again. It's easy to tell she's been pent up for a while. After a minute or two, she begins to calm down a bit, though she shows no signs of wanting to stop anytime soon. And that's when it happens again...

Ring-ring!

Just what I was hoping for.

"J-just ignore it. I'll call her back later," Louisa insists as she rocks her hips back and forth to keep my focus on her.

Beep!

Even with Louisa facing away from me, I can tell her eyes just went wide. Her rocking starts to slow down as she glances over her shoulder to look at me. When she does, she sees me standing behind, my cock still halfway inside her, holding her phone in my hands.

"Oh, thank god," a voice echoes out from the phone. "I was worried you were ignoring me. Listen, Louisa, sweetie. I know you have a class soon, but I was just wondering if you wanted me to stop by again today. I really think I can do it this time! I'll play that pussy like it's a goddamn fiddle, I promise!"

Louisa stares at me in shock, unsure of what to do. I decide to make things as easy as possible for her. I turn off speakerphone and lower the device down to her mouth.

"Why don't you tell her what you're up to? I'm sure she won't mind," I tell her with a smug look.

Sorry I had to do this to you, Louisa, but I promise that it's all part of the plan.