Teacher Wife Ready for Her Own

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And that’s pretty much where we left the discussion, neither one of us really wanting to bring it up. I was conflicted, I felt awful that I could not provide my end of the marital deal but I also wasn’t thrilled with the idea of another man’s sperm inside my wife. And yet, I think we both ruled out adoption completely.

The only conversation about the subject between Marissa and I was in researching home treatments and things that we could do to boost my “little swimmer guys”. She seemed to be holding out the little hope left for that route and was adamant I did everything I could. I started taking various vitamin supplements, I changed from briefs to boxers, and Marissa made me meals that were supposed to help as well.

I went along with all of it, mostly for her own benefit. The difference between a .01% chance and a .02% chance of success was almost insignificant. So I just let the topic go. Until one night, I was lounging on the couch watching the game and catching up on work emails on my laptop.

Marissa came home from grocery shopping and yelled at me, “Griffin! Get that laptop off your lap! I was reading an article today Brandon showed me about how the radiation from laptops can mess with your sperm count and..”

I cut her off right there. “Brandon..? You told Brandon about this? Why would you share our problem conceiving with him??”

“First of all, it’s not MY problem conceiving, it’s yours. And he saw it when he was in my classroom earlier trying to get some advice on one of his students.”

I’m sure he was. When Marissa and I went to the first teacher’s meeting (usually just a couple teachers and their spouses eating catered dinner, sitting in tiny desks, and having drinks on the school’s dime) in the summer before she started at the school, I had noticed one male teacher in particular eyeing her up. I was used to men checking her out when we went places and had gotten used to it. Brandon, however, seemed to always be in Marissa’s classroom when I visited her. I’m sure he was just waiting to get a chance to bend her over a desk and sample my wife.

I’ll admit, I am not a smart man. I should have left the argument there but my words got away from me and Marissa stormed out, got in her car, and drove off. I fell asleep on the couch and didn’t hear her come in until almost midnight. She just went straight upstairs and went to sleep and so I went ahead and did the same on the couch.

When I woke up for work, Marrissa was already gone. Reluctantly, I shrugged off to work and tried to focus all day on the stack of paperwork I had to get through. Last night’s events still weighed too heavily on my mind though so I decided to check out early for the day and go make up with my wife. Marissa always loved when I surprised her at work and joined her in the kids’ activities. I was hoping that would at least partially help her forgive me for the previous night.

20 minutes of traffic and several turns later I reached the school to see children all over being picked up by parents and herded by crossing guards. Which was strange, Marissa hadn’t told me about this half day, I didn’t think she had one for another 2 weeks.

I made my way through the congestion and parked next to my wife. She must be really upset at me to still be hanging around on a half day rather than heading home. Or…My cock stiffened as I had a dark thought but I shook it off and headed to her classroom. Her wing was nearly abandoned, and I wondered where she could be. Approaching her classroom, I noticed another oddity, the shades were drawn. Getting closer to try and peer in through the side, I heard the sound that changed my life forever. A woman’s muffled yell. But not just any woman. I had been married to Marissa long enough to pick out that sound through a sea of women. My heart was pounding now. Right on cue, my cock stiffened and I made the snap decision to turn the door handle. Fuck.

I had only cracked the door open a tad, but I could already see the scene taking place in “Miss H’s” classroom. My wife was bent over her desk, facing the tiny student desks as a sweaty man was plowing into her from behind her. I had tried to get her to have spontaneous, hot sex in her classroom countless times with no avail. Yet here she was, head resting on a stack of coloring paper as a man who I can only guess to be Brandon was ramming his cock into her from behind. I was frozen, not wanting it to continue yet unable to muster a word or venture another step inside.

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