Everything changed after matching with a former student on Tinder: Part 4

Sorry for the delay! You guys know how it is, real life getting in the way and all that. Part 4 is a bit different than my other entries, but I hope you’ll enjoy just the same. And don’t hesitate to reach out. I love hearing from my fans ;)

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Allie was troubled. Troubled and flustered. She couldn’t…wouldn’t put other adjectives to how she was feeling right now.

She texted Nick again.

“Baby please respond? I’m freaking out over here…”

She sat in the bathroom stall and tried to get a grip on the situation. Why did she decide to wear this dress to dinner? She opened the stall door and glanced at herself in the mirror. The dark blue dress was cut just under her arms, showing off her breasts (which had always been almost too big for her frame), pressing them together tightly and pushing them out. The rest of the dress hugged her tight body like a glove, especially her thick ass, product of a healthy habit of doing squats at the gym. She had felt so confident wearing it. So sexy. And then her boss, Mr. Evans, had to ruin it.

The memory of their conversation replayed itself in her head.

“If you really are looking to make some extra money,” he had told her, licking his lips and gently placing his hand on her bare thigh under the table, “then maybe we can work something out…”

She glanced around the restaurant nervously. “I’m not sure what you mean…”

He leaned in close, his hand sliding up under her dress. Why hadn’t she knocked his hand away?

“Maybe if you suck my thick cock,” he told her, gently squeezing her thigh, “I’ll give you a bonus.”

She made an excuse to get away as quickly as she could. Her heart continued to beat fast as she waited for Nick to text her back. That was it, she told herself, just her heart beating. Ignore what’s happening in between your legs, she told herself. Ignore how wet you were sitting at the table, hearing your boss be so bold and forward. Ignore how wet you are now.

Her phone buzzed and snapped her out of her head.

“Sorry baby, I was just taking care of something at school. What’s wrong?”

She furiously texted back, wondering how long she could keep her boss waiting.

“My creepy boss Mr. Evans is being incredibly inappropriate. He can’t stop staring at me. And he even…ugh he’s just being really forward.”

A few moments went by before his response came through.

“Can you blame the guy? You look hot as hell”

Allie opened her mouth in surprise and closed it. This was NOT the response she expected. Nick was acting strange. She could sense it.

“This isn’t funny. I’m really uncomfortable. And he even…”

She paused, not knowing how to say it. She took a deep breath and finished her text, hitting send before she could stop herself to worry how her husband would react.

“He told me he’s give me a bonus if I gave him a blowjob.”

Her heart kept beating through her chest until the response came in.

“Sounds like a win-win. You used to like sucking my cock, and you’d get some money out of it.”

What. The. Fuck.

How could he say that to her? This wasn’t Nick…not the Nick she knew.

Ignore how wet his response made you, she reminded herself.

She let the conversation die there. Quietly opening the restroom door, she glanced across the restaurant, spying her boss texting on his phone. She quietly slipped out the back door, got an Uber back to the hotel, and texted her boss that she wasn’t feeling well and would be leaving early tomorrow.

The next morning was a blur, the 4 hour drive went by in a flash. She had checked out of the hotel at 6 and driven the entire distance without stopping once. She wasn’t supposed to be back until late the night, but this couldn’t wait. She could tell something was off. Something was wrong. She felt the pit in her stomach grow as she got out of the car and quietly opened the door to her house.

Allie was about to call out to Nick that she was home, but something stopped her. She listened carefully. There were sounds coming from somewhere in the house. Vaguely familiar sounds. She listened closer and slowly started walking up the stairs. Each step made the sounds clearer. Moans. The smack of flesh against flesh. Muffled voices. She got to the top of the stairs and tip toed slowly down the hallway. The sounds became clearer. The door to their bedroom was ajar. She could see shapes moving in there. She stepped closer.

“Ride your teacher’s cock like the little fucking slut you are,” she heard Nick say. She should have barged in then. But instead she inched closer.

“God yes Mr. F! I’m your fucking whore! Split me open in your wife’s bed!”

The voice was energetic. Young. Full of life. Allie couldn’t process it all. Her husband was cheating on her. With someone younger…probably hotter. She should sneak a peak and see, just to make sure.

The rational part of her brain, the part telling her that her life was crumbling around her, that she should be furious, was getting quieter in her mind. In its place was something…new. She didn’t tell herself to ignore how wet she was getting this time. Instead, she focused on it as she slowly opened the door from the hallway to get a better look.

When she did, her eyes were drawn immediately to the mirror on her nightstand. From the entrance to the bedroom, she couldn’t see the bed, but she could see it’s reflection. Her husband was laying on his back. His slut was facing forward, her hands cupping her breasts, her eyes closed. Allie looked down and saw that her husband’s long, thick cock (had it always looked so good? Fuck, how could she have forgotten?) was burried in her smoothly waxed pussy. Allie didn’t notice her own hands sliding down the front of her pants as she focused on the girl. The slut.

She was young. In incredible shape. Her perky full tits bounced up and down as she impaled herself on her husband’s cock. Her neck was taught. She could see fingerprint marked there, almost bruised. Her blonde hair was done up in tight braids on either side of her head. Allie’s finger slid along her clit as she stood there, silently watching another woman (a girl really) fuck her husband.

“God you’re so fucking tight,” she heard Nick moan. Allie’s finger moved faster. She did look tight. She heard a smack and saw by the girl’s expression that Nick just have slapped her ass.

“I’m you’re dirty little fuck toy,” the girl told him. Allie’s finger slipped inside herself. “I’m your good little teacher’s pet. I’m a slave to your cock.”

Allie let out a quiet moan, then stopped herself. Shit, did anyone hear? She looked at the mirror again.

The girl’s eyes were open. They were staring right at her. Allie’s hand was still down her pants. And her other hand had slid under her shirt, pinching a nipple. She didn’t even remember doing that.

Allie froze. The girl paused slightly. The look on her face was surprise, then fear…then, as she took in the sight and saw where Allie’s hands were, the girl’s lips curled slowly up into a smile.

Allie was too stunned to move as she saw the girl, still locking eyes with her in the mirror, begin to bounce up and down on her husband’s cock faster, harder. She never broke eye contact as she started to really fuck his beautiful cock.

“Fuck me in your wife’s bed,” the girl told him, licking her lips. “I’m so much better than her. I’m so much tighter than her. Fucking cum inside me and claim me, Mr. F!”

Allie heard him respond with a “fuck yes.” She saw his hands grab her waist, pumping up into her in perfect time with her bounces. Allie’s hand moves again. She couldn’t help it. Her finger pushed in and out of her pussy in time with them. She was soaking wet and dripping down her thigh. Her other hand’s fingers found her hard nipple and pinched.

“Give me all of your cum Mr. F! Fill me up like the little fucking whore I am!”

Allie heard her husband grunt. She saw his balls constrict. He grabbed her and pulled her down onto his cock. The girl’s eyes never left Allie’s as she let out a deep moan. Allie could tell they were both about to cum, and she couldn’t stop herself from doing the same.

Biting her lip to try and stay quiet, she convulsed against the wall, feeling her pussy constrict on her finger, as she saw Nick’s cock pulse, knowing he was filling her tight little cunt with his thick cum.

She tried to catch her breath silently as she watched the girl slowly slide up her husband, his wet, rock hard cock looking so perfect as it popped out of her pussy. She saw cum slowly start to leak out of the girls. And then she saw the girl meet her eyes and wink, before scooping up some with her fingers and bringing it to her mouth.

Allie slipped down the hall and into the bathroom as quickly and quietly as she could. What the fuck did she just do? She caught her husband cheating on her with a younger woman…in her bed no less! She should have stormed in. She should have killed him. And instead…she fucked herself to it? What was happening to her, she wondered. Something inside her was changing. Waking up. Something that wanted to be free.

And then, there was a knock on the door.

Allie’s throat constricted. Her heart stopped.

“Mrs. F?” Came the voice from the other side of her.

It was her. The girl. The slut.

“I know you’re in there,” the voice taunted. “Open up.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ozzbus/everything_changed_after_matching_with_a_former