Ms Myers Pt. 02

These thoughts regarding Chris' motivations, preferences, and feelings occupied Jane's mind non-stop. She was consumed with a mix of curiosity, fear, and anger. She cringed whenever she thought about the recording and how easily it could ruin her life.

By Thursday evening, Jane had started to relax slightly.  Her and James went out for dinner and she had a few glasses of wine.  She realized she'd been having a few glasses of wine every evening for the past week and James even mentioned it at one point.  She told him she was just a bit stressed with school but everything was fine. 

They hadn't had sex since the previous Friday, but that evening when they got home, James was all over her. As they entered the house, his hands were roaming her body, his lips on her neck as he whispered how much he wanted her. Jane was hesitant at first, still racked with guilt about what had happened with Chris. But the wine she had consumed made her feel bold, and she found herself giving in to James' advances.

They made it to the bedroom, tearing each other's clothes off as they stumbled towards the bed. Jane's mind was racing, but her body was responding, her pussy growing wet as James sucked on her nipples and slipped a hand between her legs.

She didn't want to think about Chris or what had happened last Friday, she wanted to focus on the man in front of her, the man she loved and had been married to for the past nine years.

As James plunged into her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him, moaning loudly as he thrust into her with abandon. She couldn't help but think about how big Chris's cock had felt inside her, how it had filled her up so much more than James ever had. She tried to push the thought out of her mind, focusing instead on the feeling of James's body on top of hers, the weight and warmth of him grounding her in the present moment.

James's thrusts grew more intense, his balls slapping against her ass with every powerful stroke. Jane's breasts bounced wildly, the sensitive nipples brushing against James's rough chest hair. She moaned as he reached down and pinched them between his fingers, twisting them gently and sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Fuck, Jane. You're so fucking wet," James groaned.

Jane's breath hitched in her throat as she closed her eyes and tried to focus solely on her husband.  But her mind betrayed her and kept wandering, flashing back to the feeling of Chris's cock inside of her, how thick and hard it had felt as he thrust into her with a primal urgency. She could feel herself growing wetter with each memory that flooded her mind.

James continued to pound into her, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he neared his climax. Jane wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist and arched her back, urging him to go deeper. She wanted to forget about Chris, to erase the memory of him from her mind forever, but every time she closed her eyes, she could still imagine his smug grin as he looked down at her, spent and satisfied.

James's thrusting grew more frenzied, his cock hitting her G-spot with each deep, hard stroke. Jane could feel herself on the verge of an orgasm, her muscles clenching and unclenching around him as she writhed beneath him.

"Come for me, baby," James groaned, his voice hoarse and strained.

In spite of her efforts, it was Chris's face that she saw behind her closed eyes as she came undone, her body trembling and convulsing with pleasure as James emptied himself inside of her.

Her orgasm was intense and earth-shattering, the force of it almost knocking the wind out of her. She let out a loud, guttural cry, her body trembling with pleasure as James thrust into her one last time before collapsing on top of her, his breath hot and heavy against her neck.

Jane lay there for a moment, her heart racing and her mind reeling. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had just had one of her most memorable orgasms with the man she loved, and yet she couldn't deny it was while thinking about Chris.

She couldn't understand why she was feeling this way. Why was she still thinking about him after everything that had happened?  She loathed him for what he had done and what he was doing to her now. She had never felt any physical attraction to Chris or any other student before. 

It was as if she were aroused by the depravity of the situation, the taboo of being with someone she had no right to be with. Someone so much younger than her. It was wrong and it was disgusting. And no matter how much she chastised herself for it she could not get it out of her head.

During last period on Friday, Jane entered her classroom and found a note tucked into her day planner.  She read it quickly, feeling her heart rate quicken when she saw it was from Chris.

"Will be outside your place at 11pm tonight. We need to talk."

She crumpled up the note and tossed it into the trash can. Her heart pounded in her chest. She couldn't believe he had the audacity to ask her to meet him at her own home.  And why did he want to meet?  Was he going to hold it over her head? Or maybe he'd had second thoughts and was going to offer to delete the video. After all, she had revoked his suspension.

When Jane got home that afternoon she was a bundle of nerves.  She paced the living room, wringing her hands while trying to decide what to do.  She tried to take her mind off of it by making dinner but even as she and James sat and talked about their respective work days, her mind was somewhere else.  She found herself monitoring the clock frequently.

After dinner, James poured them each a glass of wine and they sat down to watch something on Netflix.  Jane finished her glass before James was even half done his, and poured herself a refill.  She couldn't focus on the movie at all. Instead, her mind was filled with thoughts of Chris and the video. She continued stealing glances at the clock, her anxiety growing with each passing minute.

Finally, the movie ended, and James looked over at her.

"Are you okay, Jane? You seemed pretty distracted tonight."

Jane looked over at him and tried to hide her emotions.

"Yes, of course," she lied. "Just a lot going on with school."

James pulled her close and began to kiss her neck.

"Well maybe this will help ease the tension," he said playfully.

Jane tried to focus on her husband's advances. She tangled her hands in his hair as he kissed around her neck and up to her earlobe.  She felt her body tingle as he cupped one of her breasts in his hand. His thumb grazed over her nipple and she let out a soft moan. He slid his hand up under her shirt, kissed her neck, as he continued to touch her.

"James, I don't know, I'm not sure I'm feeling it tonight," she murmured, even though she could feel the wetness in her panties.

"Come on," he said, sliding his hand down her body and unfastening the button on her pants.

He kissed her lips, his tongue parting her lips as he slid his hand underneath her panties. Jane moaned as his fingers found her slick folds.  She used every bit of her focus to stay in the moment but her mind continued to focus on Chris' message and the fact that he was planning on being outside of her home in just over an hour.

James pulled her closer, kissing her deeply as he slid his fingers inside of her.

"Mmmm, you're wet," James murmured, kissing down her neck as his fingers began to move inside of her.

Jane let out a quiet moan as James began to work her. She grabbed onto his shoulders, digging her fingers into his muscles as she closed her eyes. Her mind was swirling, thoughts of Chris mingling with the sensation of James' fingers working their magic inside of her.

She felt herself getting closer, the familiar pressure building deep inside of her.

Suddenly, Jane's phone buzzed on the coffee table, and she jumped, startled out of the moment. She looked to the clock and it was only 10:35pm.  James withdrew his hand from her underwear with a sigh, as Jane picked up her phone and covertly looked at the screen.  

She let out a sigh of relief as she saw it was just from a colleague at work, something about a bottle drive they were planning. 

But Jane didn't dare let things go any farther with James, it was approaching 11pm.  The last thing she wanted was Chris knocking on their door when she didn't show up on time.  And she still wasn't sure how she was going to sneak out yet. 

"We should stop," she said, getting up from the sofa.

In spite of how aroused she was right now, she couldn't focus on her husband's touch anymore when the image of Chris and the threat of his visit weighed so heavily on her mind.

"But, why?" James protested, looking up at her with confusion.

"I just..." she trailed off, trying to think of an excuse. "I just have a lot on my mind, I'm sorry."

James sighed and stood up too.

"Why don't you go up to bed, I will be up shortly," she suggested.

He nodded, the disappointment evident on his face as walked up the stairs, leaving Jane alone in the living room.

As soon as her husband was out of sight, Jane poured another glass of wine and drank it down in 2 gulps.  The alcohol was making her very light headed at this point but needed desperately to settle her nerves.  She poured the rest of the bottle into her glass and took another drink.  The clock showed 10:55pm.

She glanced out the window but saw no one.  She wasn't even sure where he was going to be.  She prayed he wouldn't just pull into her driveway for everyone to see.  She finished off the rest of her wine and could feel the alcohol coursing through her veins, making her head spin. 

She went to the mirror in the entryway and ran her fingers through her hair before adjusting her makeup and smoothing out her clothes.  Jesus Christ, she thought, what the fuck am I doing worrying about how I look? 

The clock showed 11:05 now and she was shaking.  She pulled back the curtain slightly and looked around her street.  She thought she saw an unfamiliar car on the street just across from her house.  Was it Chris?  Maybe he wouldn't even show up, she thought.  She couldn't wait any longer.  She turned off their front porch light so as not to be seen by her neighbors and softly opened her door.  

She stepped outside, feeling the cool autumn breeze on her alcohol flushed cheeks. She took a deep breath and surveyed the street. There were a few cars parked on the street, some she recognized and one or two she didn't. She looked around again and saw movement in one of the cars.

Her heart raced as she crossed the street towards him. The wine she had consumed earlier made her legs feel shaky, but adrenaline pumped through her veins, helping to clear her mind. She was surprised by the flurry of emotions that she felt.  Fear, yes.  But also exhileration.  She was meeting with someone she shouldn't be in a place that was so easy to get caught.  Even if it was just to talk.

She approached the car, her heart pounding in her chest, and pulled open the passenger door.

"Get in," Chris said, his eyes piercing through the darkness.

Jane did as she was told, her hands shaking as she pulled the door shut as quietly as she could. She was aware of the inappropriateness of the situation, the potential danger, but she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her body as she sat next to him in the car.

Chris didn't say anything for a moment, he just stared at her, his eyes traveling up and down her body. Jane felt a shiver run down her spine as his gaze lingered on her breasts.

"What do you want, Chris?" she asked, her voice shaky.

A sly smile spread across his face.

"I want to know why you didn't tell anyone," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Jane's heart skipped a beat.

"Tell anyone what?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Chris leaned in closer, their faces just inches apart.

"You know what," he whispered.

"I didn't tell anyone because I don't want to lose my job, Chris," she said, trying to remain calm. "Because I don't want my husband to find out.  You know why I didn't tell anyone, for fuck sakes."

She swallowed hard, looking into his eyes.

"I was embarrassed. I don't want anyone to know what happened."

Chris leaned back in his seat, his eyes still locked on hers.

"And yet, here we are, meeting in secret," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Jane felt a flush of heat spread across her cheeks.

"I just wanted to talk, Chris," she said, trying to sound calm. "To find a way to figure this out."

Chris raised an eyebrow.

"Figure what out?" he asked.

Jane hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. She knew she needed to be careful with her words.

"I just... I don't want things to get out of hand.  What is it you want, Chris?" she said finally. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I don't want to lose my job, my reputation, my family. I just want to forget it ever happened."

Chris let out a low chuckle. "Fat chance of that," he said, his eyes gleaming in the darkness. "I've got the video, Ms. Myers. I can do whatever I want with it."

Jane felt her stomach drop. "Please, Chris," she said, her voice trembling. "I'll do anything. Just... this could ruin my life," Jane pleaded, her voice trembling with fear.

Chris leaned in closer, his breath hot on her cheek. "Anything?" he asked, a wicked glint in his eye.

Jane nodded, her heart racing as she felt his hand reach for her thigh.

"I'm glad to hear that, Ms. Myers. Because I've been fantasizing about this ever since our night together," he said, as his hand began to inch up her skirt.

Jane's mind was racing. She looked away from him, glancing nervously around at the houses on her block. She should have known better than to think this could just be about talking.

"Chris," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "We can't do this, it's not right."

He didn't listen. Instead, he moved his hand higher up her skirt, his fingers finding the lace of her thong.

"You're so turned on right now, Ms. Myers," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I can feel how wet you are. You want this, just as much as I do."

Jane's mind was spinning. She knew she should push him away, tell him to stop. But she didn't want to anger him, to cause him to throw her out of the car and send the video to the school, to her husband, or even post it on social media.

But amidst the fear there was something about the way he was touching her, the urgency in his voice, that sent electric shocks straight to her core.  She tried to push it out of her head. She knew it was the alcohol clouding her mind, that her husband had worked her up to such a state of arousal.  She may have been turned on, but she knew she couldn't really want this. Not with Chris.

She was drunk. She was tipsy and feeling good and horny and frustrated from her husband's advances. That's all. It had nothing to do with this deplorable situation. Her desire for taboo, for something she knew was wrong. That was all in her head.

Or so she kept telling herself, as she felt his fingers glide through her wetness and then slowly slip inside of her.

She bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan, but her body betrayed her. She was already on the edge from her husband's touch earlier, and now this forbidden pleasure was sending her dangerously close to the edge.

Chris sensed her weakness, and took advantage. He began to thrust his fingers in and out of her, faster and faster, while his thumb clumsily rubbed circles on her clit.

"Oh, Chris," Jane breathed, her hips bucking against his hand.

He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear, "You like that, Ms. Myers? You like it when I touch you like this?" Chris whispered, his breath hot on her ear.

Jane nodded, unable to speak, unable to form a coherent thought. She was lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure. One hand gripped the door handle so tightly her knuckles were white.  The other clenched at Chris' leg, leaving nail marks from the pressure.

Chris continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her, while his other hand grabbed onto her breast and squeezed hard. Jane let out a gasp as he pinched her nipple, sending a wave of pleasure-pain through her body.

She had never experienced anything like this before - the rush of excitement, the taboo nature of the situation, the sheer filthiness of it all. It was wrong, beyond inappropriate, but somehow it felt so fucking good.

Chris grabbed her hand and moved it from his thigh to his crotch.  Jane hesitated at first but as he held it there she finally gripped his cock through his pants, feeling its hardness beneath the fabric. Chris let out a low growl and pressed his lips against hers, his tongue delving into her mouth as they kissed passionately.

Jane's mind was racing.  This was so wrong, she thought.  Why had she drank so much tonight? Why was she letting herself get further swept up in this terrible situation.

"Take it out," Chris ordered, breaking the kiss and pulling away from her.

Jane hesitated, as she nervously scanned the dark neighborhood around them. She knew she shouldn't do this, but she was already in too deep. With trembling hands, she unbuttoned Chris' jeans and pulled down the zipper. His cock sprang free, hard and pulsing with desire. She wrapped her hand around it, feeling it twitch at her touch.

Chris let out a low moan, his head falling back against the headrest.

"That feels so fucking good," he groaned.

Jane squeezed her hand around his cock, watching as it grew even harder in her grasp. She had only felt it inside of her before, but now as she looked at it, it seemed even larger in her small hand. She couldn't believe what she was doing.

Chris reached down, grabbing her hand and guiding it up and down his shaft, setting a steady rhythm.

"Stroke it like that, Ms. Myers," he groaned. "Just like that."

Jane's hand moved up and down his shaft, slick with precum. She had never been so turned on and so conflicted at the same time. She knew she should stop, but she couldn't bring herself to. She tried to tell herself it was just because she didn't want to upset him, that she needed to do what he wanted until he gave her the video. But deep down, she knew it felt too good, too forbidden to ask him to stop.

Chris reached down and cupped her breast again, squeezing it roughly through her blouse. Jane let out a gasp as he twisted her nipple, the sharp pain only adding to her arousal. She could feel her panties growing damp, her body responding to Chris's touch despite her mind screaming for her to stop.

"You're so fucking hot, Ms. Myers," Chris groaned, as her hand moved faster and faster. "I knew you wanted this."

Jane couldn't believe what she was doing. She was in a car, in the middle of her neighborhood, masturbating her student. He may have been 18 years old but that didn't make it right. She knew she should stop, but she couldn't. She was caught up in the moment, lost in the pleasure.

Chris slid his hand back in her panties and resumed his assault on her slick folds. She bucked her hips forward, needing more of him.

"Oh God," she moaned, her breath hitching in her throat.

Despite her inner turmoil and the guilt coursing through her veins, she couldn't deny the filthy pleasure of it all. She felt alive, wild, reckless.

Chris's lips were on her neck, sucking and biting, his hot breath fogging up the window. His fingers were buried deep inside of her, his thumb circling her clit with precision. Jane's breathing was fast and heavy, her chest heaving as she desperately tried to stifle her moans.

Chris removed his fingers from her pussy and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean.

"You taste so fucking good, Ms. Myers," he groaned, as he continued to kiss her neck and shoulder.