No, not at all!

“N-No,” Chris stammered. “No, Mrs. Klein! I don’t think of you as a slut!”

Holding him, stroking him from crown to root, Morgan smiled. She licked her way up his haft and kissed his cockhead with a wink. “Well, maybe you should,” she purred, and she opened her mouth to suck him. She took him to her throat on the first stroke and then welcomed him into her throat on the second. As she did, she lifted his shirt to enjoy his hard body and ran her hand along the ridges of his abs as they flexed from the pleasure.

Morgan’s husband had never been so muscular, but he had been fit. Now, staring up at Chris, who panted like a dog while she slobbered on him, Morgan felt cheated. It was only partially the muscles that left her feeling cheated. The rest was halfway down her throat, and it was that moment that helped her understand how important and special Chris was. So few men were like him, and she was lucky to have him in her life and to enjoy him.

With that thought guiding her, she choked on him, and she gurgled around him, and bubbles of foamy saliva formed a ring around his shaft as her chin was left glossy with spittle. She throated him with graceless want, driven by a reckless, animal abandon to bring him to climax. Lunch had started for seniors and ended for juniors, and she needed to get back to her class. More important, however, was that she wanted to bring Chris to completion as a way of asking for his forgiveness. Morgan had promised to take care of him, and she was lucky to have the chance. She had no right to refuse him. Ever.

With Morgan seated on the closed toilet, and Chris watching from the other side of the stall, he rested breathlessly against the stall door as he stared. “Oh, God, Mrs. Klein!”

Morgan purred as he thickened in her throat. Holding him in place by the hips, she bobbed her head on him, taking him deep on each stroke while staring him in the eyes. Her lips were stretched thin around him, while her jaw was stretched wide. Saliva gathered in a ring around his shaft, falling in thin, clear ribbons as she slobbered on him.

She wanted to take him to his smooth, hairless base but feared it was impossible to achieve. While she could suck her husband to his root, she never did, so not only was she out of practice, but she was throating a much bigger dick that would require much more attention. Never one to give up, however, she resolved to practice with Chris as often as she could until she had his balls at rest against her chin.

Chris’ thickness made it difficult, but his length didn’t help. Smiling around him, she slowed to watch his face as she throated him. Each time he entered her throat, she felt a subtle but powerful stab in her loins. It was a psychosomatic displacement of pleasure, where what should have been discomfort was instead transmuted into rapture by her affection for Chris, and it came as no surprise. After all, his orgasms almost always trigger orgasms for her, too.

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