The Cuckolded Professor

My husband George made my heart bloom today. "On Saturday we have a teachers' gathering at the school. We'll have a little party, on the occasion of my promotion to Principal," he announces to me in the morning in bed, with an air as if he wants to tell me that my presence is also necessary.

I detest these gatherings more than anything else. Every now and then, sometimes at a taverna, sometimes at the school, they get together and talk all sorts of nonsense. Profound analyses, the stock market, and the state of affairs in Education. Most of my husband's colleagues are 45 and over. The same goes for the female teachers. Some old maids, some of them from the way they talk seem to me to be completely unmarried. Usually the married ones bring their wives along, I most of the time find excuses and don't accompany my husband.

This time I couldn't get out of it. Saturday afternoon, my husband started getting ready. His little suit, the new shoes, the tie I had to tie for him. The two times I had accompanied him, I had dressed simply. Now I don't know what came over me and I chose from my rich wardrobe the most provocative thing there was. A tight red mini skirt, with a white blouse that if I bend over my big tits show. Black stockings, high-heeled boots and a red jacket. The black bra I wore created a contrast with the white blouse and accentuated my tits. A little lipstick and makeup, my hair was styled from the hairdresser and Mrs. Katerina was ready!

As soon as George saw me he was stunned. "I didn't know I had such a hot wife!" he says to me and laughs. I understood he was pleased that he would show his colleagues such an attractive woman. George is nearing 50, I am 39, and appearance-wise I always stir men, judging from various teasing and flirting. Do I give in? Married for fifteen years, with two children, a husband who takes care of me and pampers me, I should normally have honored my wedding ring. But you just can't resist temptations and challenges. Yes, I have cheated on him many times, without it meaning that I always seek it. If I like the situation with someone, I proceed with all precautions and as far as it goes, it goes.

"I think, my love, that today is a big day for you. And that's why I wore these clothes. So you can feel proud of the woman you have by your side," I tell him getting into the car. The appointment for the gathering was at 7. We arrived half an hour early to arrange the details. Beers, wines, whiskey, appetizers from catering and all the rest.

People started arriving slowly. The teachers with their wives most of them, the unmarried old maid teachers. I knew all of them, except for a 35-year-old and well-built one. "Katerina, let me introduce you to our school's new gym teacher. Unmarried and a great womanizer!" my husband says smiling. "Manos Stavridis. Pleased to meet you, my most beautiful lady," says the gym teacher and extends his hand to me. He squeezed it, held my palm in his for five seconds and with his look he literally undressed me!

When everyone had arrived, we gathered in George's office. There he gave a short speech, some teasing and little jokes from the colleagues, and after a while we all headed to the upper floor to a large hall. There they all fell upon the food and drink. I wasn't drinking much, and settled for chilled white wine. One, two, three little glasses, my mood improved for good. The same for the others. My husband, as the guest of honor, was constantly surrounded by his colleagues.

The whole time the gym teacher was throwing furtive glances my way. He was devouring me with his eyes from top to bottom. I sat on a chair and was enjoying my fourth glass of wine when he approached me. The mini skirt I was wearing revealed my shapely legs and not only. Lazily and affected by the wine I was opening and closing my thighs. We struck up a conversation about this and that. Manos sat opposite me on another chair about a meter away. He was in the mood to flirt with me, but he kept looking left and right, to avoid any misunderstanding. He was certainly the most attractive of all the men at the school. Masculine, with a fantastic and well-built body, and a voice that enchanted you. At one point I laughed heartily at a joke he told and without realizing it I opened my legs so wide that the black thong I was wearing showed. I immediately caught him fixing his eyes under my skirt, but I didn't see that it bothered him. On the contrary, he flashed me a provocative smile. As if he was telling me, "I'm going to take you right here, here and now!" I understood from the bulge in his trousers. He lowered his legs (he had one crossed over the other), and opening them a little, my eye was fixed on the zipper of his trousers. The man had made a huge cock!! Ready to rip his trousers and come out! A sweet shiver ran through my body. I won't hide it, I started getting horny. My husband was five or six meters away from me in the crowd, and a colleague of his was the reason my pussy started getting wet. "If I don't give it to him today, they shouldn't call me Katerina!" I thought for a moment.

My horny thoughts and the company with the gym teacher were interrupted by a couple that approached our area. Immediately I closed my legs and pulled down the mini skirt as much as I could. We continued the conversation in a more serious tone, when at some point Manos stood up. "Excuse me, I'll step outside for a bit to get some air," he says and disappears.

I stood up too and went towards my husband. With a glass in hand, and clearly tipsy from the drink like the others, they were talking nonsense. He didn't even notice me, as he was engrossed with his colleagues. I took my purse too, slipped away from the crowd and left the hall. At the end of the corridor, in front of a window, was Manos. He was smoking and looking towards the street. With slow steps I started heading towards him. "Smoking harms your health," I tell him and look at him provocatively in the eyes. "Really? I know something though that definitely doesn't harm health, on the contrary it does it good," he answers me with the same provocative tone. "Oh? And what is that?" I manage to ask and he grabs me by the hand, pulls me towards him and takes me to the stairs. "Come with me," he says in a soft and passionate voice.

We went down the steps and arrived in front of my husband's office which was unlocked. He opened the door and pulled me forcefully inside. Without a word to me, without me even having a chance to protest properly, he lifted me with both hands and laid me down on my husband's large desk.

"Now I'll show you what doesn't harm your health! I'm going to fuck you like a whore and let your asshole husband graze upstairs!!" Unbelievable! A strange man, two hours had passed since my husband introduced him to me, was ready to rape me! He took off my boots, lifted my mini skirt high, and carefully pulled down my pantyhose until he removed them completely. Frantically, he tore the thong I was wearing, made it into two pieces and threw it onto the desk frame, which had a photo of me with my husband. Like a beast he fell upon me, started groping my shaved pussy, and kissed me with fury on my mouth, my neck, my ear. With force and pressure he opened my mouth and put his tongue inside. With his right hand he was fingering my pussy, shoved two fingers inside and rhythmically fucked me with them. Unbelievable heat, my God! My pussy was soaked, the bastard had realized it from the first moment. He abruptly pulled out his fingers and started licking them. "From what I see, slut, you like it. Ready, made to be torn apart, you are!" The way he spoke to me turned me on even more. He was treating me like a streetwalker, without really knowing me, on my husband's desk, which two hours earlier George had been proudly showing off.

"Where are you, Mr. High School Principal, to see what a horny slut your wife is!!" he exclaimed triumphantly and shoved his fingers into my pussy again. At the same time, with his other hand, he lifted my blouse high. How he didn't tear it, only God knows. "Wow, wow, my hot body, what tits these are!" he whispered to me and started to finger and squeeze my tits forcefully. He pulled down my bra, and my aroused nipples popped out in front of him. He licked, bit, took his fingers out of my pussy, grabbed my tits with both hands and buried his face between them.

"And now, my baby, what do you want me to do to you? Tell me, what do you want me to do to you?" he says to me in a commanding tone and stands upright in front of the desk. He started unbuttoning his trousers, pulled down the zipper and then his trousers down to his knees. His cock was hard, ready to tear the boxers he was wearing. "Tell me, slut, now what do you want!" he repeated.

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me!!" I shouted as quietly as I could. A cry of pleasure, I had lost my mind, the heat had taken over me, the only thing I wanted was to feel this man's cock inside me. "Say it again, slut, I want to hear it again!" he says and shoves a finger deep into my pussy. I started to rave, I moaned, he was tormenting me and I wanted him to finally get to the point. "Tear me apart, fuck me finally. Give me your cock!!!"

"Take it, bitch, take it all yours," he says and throws it out. I had never seen such a thing! Well, I'm not discussing it, my husband's is relatively small. But also the cocks of my lovers from time to time were more or less normal. This one here, was unrealistically big. And thick! "Have you ever seen such a cock, slut? Huh? Be grateful we don't have time, otherwise I'd tear you apart from all the holes and make you unable to walk. Fuckhole, torn apart, now you'll see how they fuck!" he tells me and grabs me by the hair, lifts my head and shoves his cock into my mouth. He started fucking my mouth furiously, shoving it in as deep as possible, almost choking me, pulling it out, giving me cock slaps, back in forcefully, with his other hand fingering my pussy which was ready to explode. This didn't last long, a minute or two, I was sucking greedily, I licked when he pulled it out and his balls, at some point he abruptly turns my head to the side, and puts his cock in my ear. "You, I should fuck you through the ears, from the other holes you're torn apart!"

He laid me back on the desk, my head was resting next to the frame with the photo of me with my husband. "Why are you looking at it, you fucking slut, the photo. Do you see your cuckold husband? Huh? I'm going to fuck his wife now, I'm going to disgrace her with my cock!"

Suddenly he bends down and picks up the pantyhose. He grabs one end and wraps his cock inside the pantyhose. "I'm going to fuck you with the pantyhose, and then you'll wear it and go to your husband!"

He said it and he did it! I have his cock, wrapped in the pantyhose, in my pussy. At first with slow movements, then faster, he was fucking me hard, and with his left hand, he was slapping my ass. He fell all over me, stuck out his tongue, and licked my tits. He bit them, spat on the nipples, his huge cock was going in and out at a very fast pace, until I couldn't take it anymore. I started screaming with pleasure, I was writhing in his hands, and I was cumming non-stop. "Yes, my big-cocked man, give it all to me, tear me apart, tear me apart!"

Triumphantly, Manos gets up off me, takes off the pantyhose, shoves his cock now as it was again into my pussy, one-two-three times, and he started cumming non-stop too. Outside my pussy, on my thighs, he smeared a little of my pantyhose too, then climbed on top of me and brought his cock to my face. "Lick it well, suck every drop, I want you to wipe it clean!"

I really didn't leave a drop. With greed, like an animal, I swallowed his cock. Manos stood up and started pulling up his boxers and trousers. While he was buttoning his trousers, I heard him triumphantly saying: "I like young chicks, but women in their forties have a different grace, a different heat. You were born for fucking and we two will have a good time from now on. Wipe yourself now, get dressed and run to your asshole husband. Next time I'll fuck you in the bedroom of your house!"

"You're a big bastard!" I exclaimed when I had calmed down from the fucking and realized what had happened. "I'm a big bastard and you're a big slut," he answers me immediately and shoves a finger into my mouth. I bit it, and he pulled back. He laughed ironically, bent down and whispered in my ear. "If you do that again, I'll show your husband the torn thong. Here it is, this one here!" At the same moment he takes the cut thong in his hands and put it in his jacket pocket. "Anyway you can't wear it. I'll keep it as a trophy. It's my first souvenir," he says and laughs loudly.

Like a spring I jumped up. Angry and anxious, I took some tissues from my bag and started wiping myself. "Only wipe your face. Leave the cum on your pussy!" he ordered me and that made me furious. "What are you saying, you asshole, you scoundrel. We did what we did, I won't let you destroy me, let my husband find out." Manos was undeterred. "Don't worry, your husband won't notice. At home you'll take a bath and then the asshole will fuck you clean. What's he going to fuck you with anyway, you, to be satisfied, you need my cock!"

I started putting on the tights, the ones that a little while ago he had stuffed into my pussy along with his cock. Up high there was a stain, thankfully somewhat covered by the skirt. I pulled the skirt down as low as possible, adjusted my bra, my blouse, a little makeup on my face, my hair which was messy, I put on my heels and ran without a word to the door. As I opened the door and was leaving the office, I could hear him shouting and laughing. "Whore, you'll be begging me to fuck you. I'll take you to an orgy with a buddy of mine, inside your own house!!"

I left running down the hallway, I didn't even realize when I went up the stairs. I opened the door and entered the hall. A big commotion, almost everyone was drinking and in their own world. How long had I been gone? Twenty minutes? More? It wasn't half an hour. In the crowd (about thirty men and women) I approach my husband's group. I was ready to tell him some excuse, that I went to the bathroom etc., and he was in his own world! He didn't even notice I was gone! "Welcome, my little woman. Come here, dear, to pick out a CD. There are people who want to dance!"

"Damn, I thought, the jerk. I was getting fucked right under his nose and he wants me to put on music for him," I said to myself. Along with the wife of one of my husband's colleagues, we sorted through the CDs and first put on one by Mytropanos. Zeibekika, one or two men started dancing their turns. I felt very uncomfortable. Without my panties, with my pussy all smeared with Manos's cum. I was careful with my movements, I absolutely must not sit down. Not even dance, with any movement, the sight that would be revealed would constitute a scandal.

As soon as the first song ended, I saw at the back the door open and Manos come in. Carefree, he was whistling, smiling left and right, joking with his colleagues. If he came near me, I would slip away, I would go closer, to another group. But he didn't even turn to look at me. He joined my husband's group, and put his hand in his jacket pocket. I froze! I lost my light at that moment! Manos turned abruptly and looked at me provocatively. A smile broke out, and he took his hand out of his pocket again. Without my panties!

Time was passing, everyone got into the mood, even my husband started to dance. I was clapping for him standing up, how could I bend over, is that what we're about now? To bend over, for the skirt to open and for those opposite to see I'm wearing nothing underneath? Giorgos urged me to dance a couple of turns too. No way! I pretended I had a headache. "It's okay, my love, you dance for me!" I replied to him.

The whole time my husband was dancing, and all around us everyone was clapping, Manos, without me noticing, came and stuck right behind me. I couldn't leave that spot, a cliff in front and a stream behind. The music was playing loudly, a zeibekiko by Kazantzidis. Manos stuck closer to me, his trousers touched my skirt from behind. He started rubbing against me, while I was clapping. I tried to hide my agitation, it wasn't the most convenient situation. To tell my sin, I didn't make any move to avoid him. I started to like this game, it was turning me on incredibly. "Ready for a fuck, you slut!" I hear him whisper to me from behind.

Ultimately, today I discovered an unknown side of myself. Manos's dirty talk, a little earlier when he was fucking me on my husband's desk, not only did I like it, but I wanted more. This degradation, for most women, was turning me on. And now that he said those words to me, I didn't mind at all!

Suddenly I feel a hand groping my ass. Manos got completely bold. He was grabbing my ass, he wanted to pass his hand under my skirt, but with a sudden movement backwards, I let him know he was crossing the line.

The evening rolled on with music, dance, and drink. After the zeibekika, karsilamades and tsiftetelia. Me, whenever we go out with my husband to a club I don't leave the dance floor, I avoided dancing. And what if suddenly my husband lifts me up and puts me on the table to dance tsifteteli, like one of his colleagues did with his wife?

Manos, when I pushed him away after the groping, left my side and didn't bother me anymore, all evening. But I saw him talking constantly with my husband, whenever they weren't dancing. What the hell were they saying? At some point I approached them, and my husband, overjoyed, started telling me that Manos is an expert with computers. "My love, I found the right person to clean up my disk and download various useful programs for me!" Giorgos exclaimed in his good cheer.

"Ah, you jerk - I say to myself - what are you about to do!" Manos didn't wait a moment to seize the opportunity. "Whenever you want me to come to your house, first to clean the disk. And then to show you whatever you want. I'll bring a friend of mine who is a genius. He studied computer science in London, he'll do a good job."

My husband looks at me and decides. "So, Katerina, tomorrow morning early you put your best foot forward in the kitchen, to show Manos and his friend what a good cook you are. What do you say, Manos, will you come around 12 so we can close up at the office and then we'll also treat you to a meal?"

At the moment my husband proposed all these clever ideas, it was as if I was struck by an electric current. Listen to that, he says, for me to show him what a good cook I am! And if you only knew, you poor thing, what else I have shown him. And what else awaits you, I thought! Immediately I remembered Manos's words, freshly fucked as I was, the moment I was fleeing in panic from the lower floor. "Whore, you'll be begging me to fuck you. I'll take you to an orgy with a buddy of mine, inside your own house!!" he had told me. Could it be? Could it be, Katerina, that this bastard dares something like that tomorrow inside my house? Is that why he's bringing his friend along?

I shook my head, whispered a "very pleased to host Mr. Manos and his friend" and looked with a grim expression at my new lover. He put his hand in his pocket, and seemed unwilling to take it out. "Very good, tomorrow at 12 we'll be at your house. We have a lot of work, many things to sort out," Manos replied and withdrew.

After half an hour the crowd started to thin out. We left a little after midnight and getting into the car, my husband had nothing but praise for the wonderful evening. "And that Manos is a fantastic guy. Finally I found someone to open my eyes to computers, because I'm struggling and I'm clueless!" I went to answer him, "He'll open your eyes, and he'll throw mine out!" Making various thoughts about everything that happened at the party, my husband suddenly stretched his right hand onto my thighs. I pushed him away immediately. "Please drive carefully, you've been drinking. Besides, I have an incredible headache."

At home, I immediately ran to the bathroom to erase the "traces." And falling into bed, I was thinking what else could happen the next day. I was trying to squeeze my mind to find a solution: How the hell would Manos manage to fuck me inside my house tomorrow, with my husband present! Because surely that was his purpose, I don't question that. And his friend, to take me in a threesome he brings him, and not to fix my husband's computer.

The thoughts I was having aroused me. And with the arousal I fell asleep...