Satiated [Teacher/Student, age gap, sexual tension] Part Thirteen

Her eyes were tipping into the back of her head, she was catching and holding onto her breath. They both became silent, thumping with euphoria, and just as Nick’s balls tightened up, and he began pumping heavy cum deep inside of his student, he heard the front door creek open.

They both froze immediately, and although Nick’s cerulean eyes were now overcome with widened irises, he was unable to move, or think, or breathe for a moment. Panic shot through him, electrified, and before him Ariel stared at him, bewildered and expectantly, waiting for an answer from him. At the same time, he could hear the clicking of heels advancing towards them. Quickly, the man dragged his cock out of Ariel, bringing with it a puddle of cum that dribbled out of her as she darted towards the closest door, leaving a trail… and her panties. Nick cursed under his breath as the heaviness of the door she’d chosen closed with a noticeable thud. It was the fucking pantry. A few seconds later he heard the tumbling of boxed food and cans clattering down behind the door.

“Nick?” Sarah called almost immediately after.

Nick heaved his cock back into his boxers and made a panicked movement to scoop up Ariel’s panties and shorts, trying as quickly as he could to mop up the cum on the floor. And he was bent down, swiping it up when he heard his wife enter the room behind him. The man froze. *Think, think, think.* But there was nothing… There was nothing he could say to explain why he was rubbing a pair of lace panties and extremely short shorts into their kitchen floor, half naked, hair tousled, cheeks red, and eyes wide.

He was caught.

Fuck.

“What are you doing?” the blonde asked from a few feet away, her tone measured. He knew her like the back of his hand. She was suspicious.

Nick rose to his feet slowly, and kept his back turned to her, trying to control his movements to outwardly appear more casual, instead of as completely panicked as he felt. He took strides towards the sink, to act like he’d been using a wash cloth. And ran Ariel’s panties underneath the hot water, the warm scent of her arousal rising up to him as he did so. “I spilled some… milk. I was cleaning it up.”

“What was that noise?”she chimed. Nick glanced over his shoulder at the woman, who he found had her deadpan eyes trained on his back.

He feigned ignorance, trying to keep his body as a wall between what he held in his hands and what was within her view. His shoulders felt tense. “What noise?” He asked casually, clearing his throat and beginning to wring them out.

Then just as he was making moves to open the cabinet below the sink, to drop them in with the other dirty dishcloths, he saw Sarah out of his peripheral vision. She was staring at the two chairs, which faced one another.

“Why are the chairs like this…?”

Nick buried Ariel’s panties beneath the white cloths, closed the cabinet and inhaled deeply, preparing himself for the worst, before he spun around, eyebrows raised to continue his facade. “Oh, uh… I was propping my legs up. Why?”

Sarah looked up at Nick now, unblinking, unsmiling… deadpan. Knowing. Nick tried a chuckle, a light smile and caught her shoulder with his hand gently. “You okay, honey?” But she didn’t answer. She just continued staring. And then, her familiar tight-lipped smile bloomed. Fuck.

“I’m great, baby. I’m just gonna do some laundry. Can you check on Noah?” The woman was setting down her handbag on the island now, and making a beeline for the under-sink cabinet. Nick felt his heart drop into his stomach.

“Oh– *Hey*, I got it! Don’t worry about it. Why don’t you go and relax? You said you wanted today to relax… And, uh, yeah, why– why are you home, again?” Fuck. *Fuck.* His tone faltered. He felt exposed. An open book. He wasn’t fooling her and he knew it. And despite his efforts at stalling, she didn’t stop her journey. The blonde yanked open the cabinet and tugged the basket into her view. Nick’s eyes dropped closed. This was it.

“Why am I home?” Sarah echoed sweetly, chuckling and shaking her head gently now. “*Why am I home?*” The woman stood back up, now proudly holding the basket, the object of her discovery… the object of his demise. Her next words dripped with malice, sharp, accusatory and acidic.

“*You cheating son of a bitch.*”

“Baby– What are you talking abou–”

“Don’t you fucking act like you don’t *know*, Nicholas!” Now there was livid vigor behind her words, and she took to ripping through the towels, trying to find what he’d hidden away. “And you think *I* don’t *fucking* know!”

“Sarah. Sarah, what are you *doing*? You’re acting insane! What the fuck are you talking about?” he tried in a last ditch effort at clinging to ignorance, attempting to catch his wife’s wrists in the process, and stop her from searching any further. They rustled in silence for a few moments, until he threw caution to the wind and overpowered her, yanking the basket away and shoveling the pile of haphazardly tossed cloths back in. He felt a wave of hope blanket him as he recognized the thin beige thong amongst the sea of mix-matched dishcloths. And when he managed to scoop the panties back into the basket without Sarah noticing, he fought the urge to sigh out his relief. “You need to calm the fuck down. Why the fuck are you throwing all the dish towels on the floor? And where the fuck were *you*? Trying to accuse *me* of cheating but *you’re* the one who disappears in the middle of the fucking night and really conveniently can’t answer my calls? Right. And then you come home to act like a total psycho–” From the living room, a disturbed, screeching cry pierced through the tension. “–and look at that, wake up Noah, *too*. I had him sound asleep! But of course, mother of the year has to come home and throw shit around and scream about how *I’m* cheating with… what evidence exactly?” Sarah stared silently back at him, seething. “That’s what I thought. Now go see what your son needs and stop acting like you didn’t push him out of your loose vagina.”

And with that last comment, Sarah exploded. “You are *such* a fucking asshole! Maybe I wouldn’t have to leave every now and again if you would bother to even fucking touch me! Or kiss me good morning! Or *fuck* me! You don’t even realize how fucking selfish you are, do you?” Now the woman was emboldened, planting her palms on Nick’s chest only to shove him away. “You’re a piece of shit. A failing, shitty excuse for a husband, piece. of. shit. I do *everything* around here while you go to work and flirt with all your coworkers and probably look at your fucking students, too, you fucking pervert.” Nick’s own conscience kicked in, a depth of shame washing over him at her words. He was doing more than just looking… “I cook!” She didn’t. “I clean!” She didn’t. “I take care of Noah!” Not really. “I take care of myself!” Well, that he couldn’t argue with. She always put herself first. “And I take care of *you*. And what thanks do I get? A grunt of acknowledgment in the morning and maybe, if I’m lucky, a kiss once a fucking month.” But what he didn’t expect, what he hadn’t seen his wife do in years, was the blubbering sobs that choked out of her through her last word. And then the tears. And the way her petite shoulders wracked with them.

Now the shame was heavy. And even more-so knowing that this entire argument had an audience of two… One that couldn’t comprehend anything they said, but the other was waiting like a ghost in the pantry, and as Nick began to take Sarah into his arms to comfort her, mostly out of pity, he cast his gaze towards that door, which he found was cracked ever so slightly. He stared in Ariel’s direction, worry etched into his features, and gestured slightly with his head for her to go. And as he held his sobbing, apparently genuinely hurting wife, he watched as the younger woman tentatively exited the cupboard, now in just her t-shirt. His cum was still trailed all the way down her smooth tanned leg, starting from beneath the length of that oversized shirt. She stood still for a moment in hesitation it seemed, observing the scene before her, and Nick watched as shame overtook Ariel’s own expression, and then she tip toed out of the kitchen. He heard a small rustle, before the tiniest creaking of the front door. In his arms, Sarah pulled her head back with a loud sniffle. “What was that?”

“What was what?” he answered, silently trying to talk down the growing erection between his legs. Even with his wife crying in his arms, just the sight of Ariel innocently climbing out of his pantry, with his own cum pooling out of her, was enough to completely abolish any empathy he had for his wife.

She’d treated him like shit for years. One morning of vulnerability wasn’t going to negate that. And more than empathy, more than relief, he felt triumphant. His cock was growing, inappropriately, at the thought of fucking his tanned student again, but this time purposely in the risk of getting caught.

And then Nick stifled a laugh, which earned him a scowl and shove from Sarah. Somehow, impossibly, he’d gotten away with it.

–

Two hours later, as Sarah was rambling on about a friend she thought had bad fashion sense, Nick’s phone buzzed with a text from Ariel. He shifted in his uninterested cuddle with Sarah to peer at the phone screen.

*I’m home.* Above a picture of her in her t-shirt, and somehow in a pair of his shorts.

*Clever. I’m sorry for what happened.* Nick answered, tilting the screen away from Sarah.

“Nick? Are you listening?”

“Yes. Veronica wears Walmart clothes. I got it.”

*It’s okay.* Another picture — Ariel’s legs splayed open, with one hand disappeared between them. *I’m doing what you told me to.*

His cock began hardening, and Sarah noticed. “Oh, are you– are you..? Do you want to…?”

*Good girl.* He texted before quickly locking his phone and averting his attention back to Sarah. “Hmm? No. Just the way the fabric pushed up against it. I’m good.”

Sarah went silent, and in his hand his phone buzzed again. Volume down, he watched discreetly as Ariel fingered herself, the sound of Sarah’s continued gossip just a lull in his mind now.

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