When I had an affair with an ex teacher months after graduation [FM]

Hello there, it has been a few days!

This story happened about 6 months after I finished school, I was 19 years old at the time, during my first year in uni. I had a boyfriend during my entire highschool, who was the guy I lost my virginity with, so up to this point I wasn’t super experienced. We had broken up just after finishing school as he went to another state for uni, and I was still in my “rebound phase”, so I did have slept with two other guys between my ex and my ex teacher, but that was it.

As usual, I am Julia, and I am Brazilian, from Rio de Janeiro, where this all happened. Since few posts ago I stopped describing myself, instead, [I show myself in underwear](https://i.imgur.com/8Z6s0WT.png) (it’s a new photo by the way).

Also, the only fictional part in my stories are the names of the people in it (except mine, I am truly Julia).

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Mark was my physics teacher in my last year in school. He was in his 30s. He was very handsome, the kind of teacher we would talk about among us: he was tall, maybe like 20 cm over me, white, fit and strong, short hair complemented by a short beard. He was also very charismatic, my class in general really liked him. And his smile was so beautiful.

Despite the typical chats among us, I never ever thought about having any kind of anything sex related with a teacher. And he was always very respectful, he had never tried anything with any of the girls I knew at school.

Also, he was married. So, yes, I am not a “hero” in this story, I am not proud of what I did, in fact. It was one of these moments in life where I knew it was bad, but it was hard to convince myself to stop.

Few months after graduation, he followed me on Instagram. When I checked his profile, I noticed he also followed few other people from my old classroom, including guys, so it didn’t bother me. And as he had always been good with us, I followed back. Weeks passes, and he had been liking posts and all, later on the treatment might actually started getting more different than with other ex-students of his: he sent me a message commenting about a photo I posted. It wasn’t anything creepy, he was actually commenting something funny in the background of a selfie I posted. I replied with good humor, we messaged a bit but nothing crazy. More days and more weeks pass, and this continues. Every time I made a post, I would get new messages, and they would get more and more flirty than only friendly. And I started doing the same. He wasn’t very active with his posts, but I would even comment on stuff in his old ones. The chat was fun, he was smooth with his words.

Until the flirtyness becomes an invitation. As he would finish work at around the same time I would finish my classes in uni, he invited me for a happy hour. I said yes. We met at a bar. It was fun, and, again, nothing crazy. We just talked, flirted and drunk some beers. We didn’t stay much long, and he offered me a ride home, and I took it. When we arrived at my place, I put my hand on his right hand to thank him for the ride. So we went for cheek kisses to say bye, but it ended up not being on the cheeks. We kissed. And it last a bit while until I broke it off. We both said sorry and were awkward about it. Finally we laughed a bit about the situation, said good byes and he left.

Weekend of that same week arrives. Here is the thing, his wife would travel often to São Paulo for work. And on that month, she was staying most of it there because she had a place to stay with her family. She would travel on that Sunday morning. On the Saturday before, he sent me a message inviting me for dinner at his place. I said yes.

I arrived to his place wearing a black skirt and white tshirt, nothing any fancy. He was very handsome, wearing jeans and a nice shirt. We complimented each other with cheek kisses. He had put some nice calm songs playing on his laptop. It was quite romantic actually.

After dinner and some chatting, the wine started getting into my head a bit, and while he was organizing a bit putting stuff we used during dinner in his sink, I stood up and started dancing by myself to the song it was playing while giving him looks. He was quick in getting the message, and he joined me.

**(sexy time is about to start…)**

He got close from behind. It didn’t take long for him to hug me with his hands on my belly and with our bodies getting pressured to each other. He was good. He turned me. He kissed me. I had my hands all over his back, it felt so good to touch him. It wasn’t about dancing anymore, he was leading me to his sofa while we were kissing. Suddenly I am laying on his sofa with him coming on top of me. As he guides my body on the sofa and kisses me, his left hand finds my underwear under my skirt. I start feeling his fingers, while I am getting kissed and using my hands to try to unbutton his shirt.

He keeps teasing me over my underwear, and I finished opening his shirt, then I get my hands on his bare skin. Gosh he was hot. His fingers took a pause so he could take his shirt off. Gosh, he was hot indeed. I was grabbing his strong body while we kissed and he was back with his fingers through my legs. He knew what he was doing, he was so much more confident than any guy I’ve slept with until that moment. He could feel how soaked my panties were already.

I was horny.

I told him to sit on the sofa, he didn’t hesitate. I stood up, and as soon as I did, he reached a drawer very close to the sofa, he got some condoms from it. Prepared. While we stare at each other I remove my tshirt, revealing my white bra. Which doesn’t stay long either. Then I remove my panties from inside my skirt, which I kept on. All I had was my skirt. All he had was his jeans. I come close to him, and stood on my knees in front of him. I was still young, but I knew early to go for what I wanted during sex. I unzipped his jeans, and pulled it out. He still had his boxers, but I could see how hard his cock was already. I pulled down his boxers, and took it all out. His entire hot body was in front of me, with such a wonderful cock.

His cock was truly great. Thick. With unshaven pubs. I was on my knees in between his legs, and I started kissing it. And licking it, and staring at him. His cock went inside my mouth. And I sucked it, and licked it. I felt the taste of his precum. I wanted him inside me. It was like he was reading my mind, he was so good. He was already opening a condom while his cock was still in my mouth. As he is ready to put on the condom, I started kissing his legs around his cock, then I slowly stand up.

I sit on top of him, with my skirt covering both my pussy and his cock. Then I put his cock inside me. And while staring at him and holding on his neck, I dance slowly with my hips. I can feel his cock getting even harder and twitching. We kiss, I keep moving my hips, but this time up and down, up and down…

He wants the control back, and he takes it. He takes me on his arms, and he put me on my back on the sofa. He is on top of me again, but this time it’s all about his cock inside me, no fingers anymore. He would kiss me, and kiss my neck, and kiss my breasts, and kiss my nipples… and bite my nipples. Meanwhile I was hugging him with my arms crossing his neck while I felt his back, and with my legs I would cross him with them and apply some pressure to get his body even more pressured to mine. And it was like that that we went. It got so intense, he was so strong with each team he would go with his cock inside me. I was moaning. He was moaning a little as well.

I love intense sex, when it feels like I can explode with all the pressure applied all over me. And it was how I was feeling. Until we were hardly breathing, and we had both come. I was feeling like in heaven, and exhausted, with such a strong body on top of me.

And that was our first time. For the following month we would see basically every day. It was all about sex, we didn’t think much about it. We would always go to his place after my classes and his work, eat and fuck. And fuck, and fuck. I would never sleep on his place, he would always drive me home later at night. Once I sucked his cock in his car when he brought me home. It was a very intense month. I would be excited all day thinking about going to his place after class, to fuck him more.

We had both agreed to stop when his wife was back, and so we did. I actually ended up telling him we should never talk with each other, he understood. So we stopped following each other on Instagram. And we never saw each other again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/movqin/when_i_had_an_affair_with_an_ex_teacher_months