[M]y Girl{F}riend and Her Social Studies [M]Teacher

This is a story about a time we went to a very upscale swinger’s house party and ran into her former high school social studies teacher.

I’m very hesitant to share any true stories on here because a lot of it could easily be traced back or expose someone else. I’m changing the names obviously but the rest of the information is generic enough to be left untouched. Also, there are just too many rude people and I just don’t need or want the aggro. It’s nice when a sexy lady sends you a message and says thanks for sharing yourself…then there’s always the little boys calling you a liar.

I’m 45 now, but back then I’m a young 20 yr old scrub. My girlfriend, Karen, is 19. We have been dabbling in various things – spankings, handcuffs, 3some with her girlfriend, discrete exhibitionism. Finally, we decide we want to try swinging and getting kinkier in general. Now, this is long before Reddit and social media, etc. Most of you are so damn spoiled it sickens me. You have the world readily available at the swipe of a touchscreen. You have information about sex, swinging, BDSM, FUTA, Hentai, etc. You literally have access to more information about those things than 1000 Libraries of Congress put together. My point is; you had to work hard, make connections, build networks, etc. It wasn’t easy.

We had one simple rule about swinging. Don’t bring it home. In other words, don’t get into a situation that would wreck our privacy or cause us problems in our personal lives or with our family, etc. So, no matter how tempting, if it broke that rule, it was a NO.

We established ourselves and attended some parties. I guess maybe the fourth one was the first real big deal party we ever attended. It was in the wealthy area about an hour north of us. The host couple were very prominent. He was a doctor, she was a lawyer. Later, I found out this was not just any “rich couple”. This was a power couple. Both had national reputations, magazine interviews, she did big $$$ corporate law. Sorry…here comes the cliché part that will make this seem like a Penthouse letter. The house was insane. I don’t know if it could have been labeled a “mansion” per se, but stunning. Large atrium and double staircase if you entered through the front formal door. It rested on what I would guess was about 20 acres. You could wonder off, get lost and no one would find you for a week. We are completely uncomfortable. I’m afraid to touch anything. Scared to sit on furniture. I don’t know this world. It took a couple of drinks for me to relax enough to make pleasant conversation. Remember, I’m only 20. The dress code was simple enough – casual and bring bathing suit (or birthday suit). Karen loves exhibiting herself so she wore a sheer white summer dress. It was very short. The top tied behind the neck but cut deep to reveal her torso down to just below her navel. If it got wet, you’d see right through it. Yes, it was selected for that purpose. lol

Fast forward a few drinks. We are slightly buzzed and mingling comfortably. We were new-ish to all this and with the house/people being so intimidating, we were going slow. Some were doing the same as us and just socializing. Others took hands and snuck off behind a fountain or hedges, and others were doing it right in the pool. We were definitely aroused yet hesitant. I started to flirt more with Karen, telling her to think of us with that couple, guess his cock size, imagine the blond sucking my cock, and so on. I took her by the hand and led us to a quieter spot. I started playing with her, we kissed, I took some warm champagne and poured it across her breasts so they would show off her thick pink nipples. Karen was tiny. About 5′ 2″, maybe 105, small, firm, pointy C cups with puffy nipples. Those nipples alone could break me every time. I loved them. lol I reach under her dress and start teasing her. Tracing her lips on the outside, slowly pressing into her folds, fingering her in small circles. Some people are casually walking by and watch, smile politely…this makes Karen aroused and want more. We are totally in our own world when suddenly “Karen SoAndSo? Is that you?”

Karen looks up, eyes wide like dinner plates, mouth wide open “Muh muh muh mih mih mist Mister SoAndSo?!?!?!?!” “Yes…hi how are you?” “Mr. SoAndSo what are you doing here???” “Hey, call me Ted.” Now obviously I know she knows him but I’m thinking he’s a more casual acquaintance, until she introduces us and says “He was my high school social studies teacher.” I swear to God I felt like Jordy Verrell in Stephen King’s Creepshow…HOLY-OHHHHHHHH JESUS!!!!!! Out of habit, she’s making polite small talk, forgetting that her top is sopping wet and see through. Ted is staring right at them, telling her how grown up she is and looks really good. He was courteous enough to excuse himself but said he would chat again later. We both had to take a breath and gather ourselves. Of all the fucking times and places to run into an old teacher. What are the odds? Finally, I had had enough of being worried. Fuck it! It is what it is. Let’s just enjoy the party.

We immediately found a table and gulped a couple of drinks. Karen said she was hungry then went over to the buffet table. A very sexy woman introduced herself, and then sat down to flirt with me. A few minutes of small talk and I casually glanced over to look for Karen. She was being chatted up by Ted. He had her pinned to a wall, was very close and touchy feely. Placing his hand on her hip, touching her hair, etc. I excused myself to go rescue her. As I approached, she gave me the look that said she was OK. I made a small joke about stealing my girl away and we laughed then walked off. As we ate, she filled me in. It was just small talk but yes, he was very frisky and touchy feely with her. He wasn’t her type physically. Yet, she joked about messing with him for the thrill of it then laughed at herself and dismissed it. I understood. I mean, when would you ever get another chance to do something crazy with a high school teacher? You know…bragging rights and all.

An hour later. We had danced, talked with couples and singles, ate and drank more, etc. Ted has been like a buzzing fly on her. I went off to go to the bathroom and freshen up a bit. Upon returning, Ted was talking to Karen again by the bar. Only this time he was behind her, leaning into her ear, pressing his crotch against her ass. She was being coy yet flirty. She returned to me a bit flushed and explained. She went to grab us fresh drinks, when he snuck behind her. As he joked with her, he began to press into her. Admitting that he had thoughts of her and some of her friends in his class. She started getting turned on by his lecherous behavior. She took my hand and placed it to her crotch. She was soaked.

I knew what to do. I took her into a corner and began fingering her deep. I was kissing her passionately. She held on tight as I went way up until I had her g-spot. I spoke to her “Tell me what you want…tell me what you want baby girl…I know what you want….I know what you need…so just tell me what you want!” A few more hard scrapes on the G and she gave it up, jammed her mouth against my ear crying out “I want to suck it! I want to suck it so bad!” “What baby? What do you want to suck?” “Ted’s cock! I want to suck his dirty old cock!” “You like being a slut don’t you baby girl?” “I do! I am! I do!” “You want that old teacher to fuck your young mouth good don’t you…” “Yes!” “Yes what?” “Yes…please…give me permission…I want it so badly…I want to be a slutty little girl tonight” “OK baby girl…go get him!”

She wasted no time. She found him in seconds then took him by the hand and walked off to the back of the property. I followed from a distance so he wouldn’t know I was there, though I don’t think he would have cared. I always either played bodyguard and/or watched. She took him behind a decent sized shed. I came around wide to see her back him against the wall, drop to her knees then immediately start ripping his pants off. He’s going off “Oh my God, yes! I always dreamed about you girls doing this…eating your pussies, fucking you” Karen’s talking dirty back to him, saying things like “you want to fuck my pretty young mouth Mr. SoAndSo? Want me to sneak under the desk and blow you after class for an A?” It must have been his fantasy because he frothing. She pulled his hard cock out of his underwear. It wasn’t bad either. A decent length but looked very thick. Karen LOVED thick. She devoured it. No points for style this time. She just couldn’t hold back. She began sucking him long and deep, for about a minute or two as he moaned with pleasure. She backed off long enough to let him know she was going to take every drop and for him not to hold back, then shoved her mouth back down onto him. She began masturbating herself fiercely. He didn’t last much longer and warned her he was about to cum. Karen started to push herself down to deepthroat him just as he yelled out he was cumming. I knew she would cum too. An intense situation like that with her masturbating would guarantee it. I was right. Seconds later I could hear here stifled squeals and moans as she produced a strong one. She lapped and licked and cleaned him up completely before getting off her knees. He was thanking her repeatedly, then she walked back to the party. I joined her. I didn’t have to ask if it was worth it or what she expected. I knew her very well. She was going to need a really good long fucking tonight. Something like this would have her really horny later and she would need relief. Me too. I was bursting. This whole evening was an unforeseen thrill ride.

I suggested to her that if she liked the idea, she should go get his number. She did. And we did get together a few more times in private.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5yn56k/my_girlfriend_and_her_social_studies_mteacher