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Andy’s dick sinking into my slickness. I shifted my hips and thrust it deep, feeling it going to work on my pussy immediately. I held the countertop with my other hand as I plunged the dildo deeper and pressed the speed button one notch higher, thinking how Andy’s cock would be so long and thick as it entered me.
I screamed out, my legs buckled beneath me, and I came.
Leaning over the sink, I turned on the tap and splashed cold water onto my face. However, I knew it was really my pussy that needed cooling down.
I had to quit teaching the baking class, because I couldn’t go through the torture of seeing Andy every Wednesday night and then resorting to self-pleasuring in my bathroom. I’d find a replacement first thing in the morning. I’d also find some way to get the ring back to Andy. Maybe I’d see his wife when I did so. I’d see them happy together, know there was no hope for me to be with him, and that would put an end to the torment and lust.
* * * * *
After work the following day, I headed over to Andy’s house. I’d gotten the address from the community education office and now sat in my car outside a townhouse about fifteen minutes from where I lived. A dozen steps led up to the front door and as I made my way up them I assumed that Andy and Amanda didn’t have kids. Couples with children didn’t usually buy these sorts of houses. Did that mean they hadn’t been married that long? Judging by the worn edges of the ring I’d guess it was more than a decade old. Maybe they didn’t want kids. Perhaps they couldn’t have them.
I raised my fist in the air, ready to knock on the fire engine-red door, but then stopped. What if she answered the door? Shit, what if she was drop dead gorgeous? Would that make me feel even shittier if he was fucking someone pretty?
I knocked anyway, hoping someone was in because I couldn’t face coming back again. I was already feeling sick to my stomach thinking about looking Amanda in the eye, knowing I’d had two lovely climaxes while imaging her husband’s dick pounding inside me.
Andy opened the door. I sighed with relief but just for a second. Soon I was back in fantasyland. His shirt was open and hanging out over his pants. Looked like he was in the process of getting undressed. Maybe he and Amanda were about to have sex. She could be spread eagle on the bed right this minute and I might have disturbed them.
“Ashley, what a surprise,” he said.
“You left your ring in the classroom last night,” I said.
“Geez, that was stupid of me. You want to come in?” He stepped aside as if confident I’d accept the offer.
The inside of the townhouse wasn’t anything like I expected. No signs of a feminine touch. Neutral colors, one couch and an armchair, large-screen TV on the wall. Looked more like your typical bachelor pad.
I dug into my bag and pulled out the ring I’d placed in a plastic sandwich bag for safekeeping.
“Here’s the ring. I’m sure Amanda will be glad to know you didn’t lose it…Sorry, I peeked at the inscription.”
He took the bag from me and smiled.
I looked around. Didn’t seem like Amanda was home.
“Can I get you something to drink? I mean you’ve come all this way with the ring, least I can do.”
“I only live ten or fifteen minutes away so it was no problem, but okay—I’ll have whatever you’re drinking.”
“Ice cold beer. You want to come into the kitchen?”
I followed him into the next room which once again looked like a bachelor lived there. Laptop computer on the end of the counter with a cell phone keeping it company. An unopened TV dinner perched on top of the microwave oven.
“Is that why you’re taking cooking classes?” I asked, pointing to the package.
“One of the reasons.” He handed me a bottle of beer.
“So what did you wife think of the cake you made?” I asked. I took a sip, watching him toss the beer cap into the bin by the sink.
“She’s traveling at the
I screamed out, my legs buckled beneath me, and I came.
Leaning over the sink, I turned on the tap and splashed cold water onto my face. However, I knew it was really my pussy that needed cooling down.
I had to quit teaching the baking class, because I couldn’t go through the torture of seeing Andy every Wednesday night and then resorting to self-pleasuring in my bathroom. I’d find a replacement first thing in the morning. I’d also find some way to get the ring back to Andy. Maybe I’d see his wife when I did so. I’d see them happy together, know there was no hope for me to be with him, and that would put an end to the torment and lust.
* * * * *
After work the following day, I headed over to Andy’s house. I’d gotten the address from the community education office and now sat in my car outside a townhouse about fifteen minutes from where I lived. A dozen steps led up to the front door and as I made my way up them I assumed that Andy and Amanda didn’t have kids. Couples with children didn’t usually buy these sorts of houses. Did that mean they hadn’t been married that long? Judging by the worn edges of the ring I’d guess it was more than a decade old. Maybe they didn’t want kids. Perhaps they couldn’t have them.
I raised my fist in the air, ready to knock on the fire engine-red door, but then stopped. What if she answered the door? Shit, what if she was drop dead gorgeous? Would that make me feel even shittier if he was fucking someone pretty?
I knocked anyway, hoping someone was in because I couldn’t face coming back again. I was already feeling sick to my stomach thinking about looking Amanda in the eye, knowing I’d had two lovely climaxes while imaging her husband’s dick pounding inside me.
Andy opened the door. I sighed with relief but just for a second. Soon I was back in fantasyland. His shirt was open and hanging out over his pants. Looked like he was in the process of getting undressed. Maybe he and Amanda were about to have sex. She could be spread eagle on the bed right this minute and I might have disturbed them.
“Ashley, what a surprise,” he said.
“You left your ring in the classroom last night,” I said.
“Geez, that was stupid of me. You want to come in?” He stepped aside as if confident I’d accept the offer.
The inside of the townhouse wasn’t anything like I expected. No signs of a feminine touch. Neutral colors, one couch and an armchair, large-screen TV on the wall. Looked more like your typical bachelor pad.
I dug into my bag and pulled out the ring I’d placed in a plastic sandwich bag for safekeeping.
“Here’s the ring. I’m sure Amanda will be glad to know you didn’t lose it…Sorry, I peeked at the inscription.”
He took the bag from me and smiled.
I looked around. Didn’t seem like Amanda was home.
“Can I get you something to drink? I mean you’ve come all this way with the ring, least I can do.”
“I only live ten or fifteen minutes away so it was no problem, but okay—I’ll have whatever you’re drinking.”
“Ice cold beer. You want to come into the kitchen?”
I followed him into the next room which once again looked like a bachelor lived there. Laptop computer on the end of the counter with a cell phone keeping it company. An unopened TV dinner perched on top of the microwave oven.
“Is that why you’re taking cooking classes?” I asked, pointing to the package.
“One of the reasons.” He handed me a bottle of beer.
“So what did you wife think of the cake you made?” I asked. I took a sip, watching him toss the beer cap into the bin by the sink.
“She’s traveling at the
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