I Had No Choice 5

What is wrong with me? My wife, the woman of my dreams, and most perfect girl in the world, had never gotten me to cum with just her hands and mouth. But on lunch break of the first day back teaching high school Algebra, Becky, my teenage adulteress cheerleader, and while only a virgin up until I took that from her a month ago, became the first woman in my whole life to succeed where dozens had failed.

At one Greek fund raiser in college I made over $200 proving that fact for the chagrin of many friends and girlfriends, even Rachel, my future wife, was one of the ‘contestants’. But that one simple act had changed my whole world. Before then I was a husband who loved his wife, and was just helping out a young woman with self discovery and loose some sexual needs that my wife couldn’t meet at the time.

Afterwords I couldn’t keep that fantasy. On some level I had to admit to myself that I loved Becky. I still loved my wife, and now… I was so confused. I want to be a good man. A good husband. A good father. A good… adulterer? Polygamist? Cheating bastard, more like. God damn my complicated life.

I felt like a robot. The next day Becky was a proper student the whole day, and that afternoon I went to her house, on schedule. I followed her up to her room, and she sat me on her bed. I think she realized I was in a quandary because she decided to entertain me and danced for me as she stripped from her school clothes. She took control and soon was riding my rigid cock into oblivion, hey young body sucking up the cum that my body had no choice but to yield to her eager womb.

Soon I showered, dressed, kissed her goodbye, and then went home. Judy was just about to leave as she and Rachel had been talking at the dinner table over tea. I assembled my teaching papers a bit for tomorrow before bed and almost routinely found that as the night grew late, with a few kisses and gentle rubs from Rachel, my wife was soon riding my cock, same as my younger lover had been only four hours ago.

As a fresh dose of my semen was pulled from my overactive balls and collected now by my wife’s fervent pussy, I wondered if I was in control of my life at all, or did the women in my life just take what they wanted from me. Did they love me for me, or just my cock? Did I love them or was it just animal instinct?

I felt emotionally lost in a sea of love. I wanted to lash out, explode in angst, take it out on someone like I kind of had with Becky in the classroom, but I couldn’t do that again. The next day I called and explained to Rachel that another of my students was looking for help, Lisa Cohen, one of Becky’s classmates, with prepping for the SAT’s, but unlike Becky, she was actually interested in the test. Rachel was OK with this, while when I told Becky after class about it she was unsure. I think she was worried that I’d drop her for the next girl to come along, but she said she understood.

On Thursday morning things were going as normal, even Becky and Lisa’s class until it ended and then both girls came forward to my desk at the same time.

Becky confidently spoke to me like it was a job, “Hey Mr. Font, I was talking about the tutoring you were giving me with Lisa, and she’d like to come over to study with us after school at my place. Would that be OK?” She would have won the Oscar had this been filmed. I think she was setting up to make sure that I would do anything with Lisa. It hurt a little that she didn’t trust me, but she was just being as territorial as she could without seeming to be.

“Well, it’s your mother’s house Rebecca, so as long as she knows it’s OK with me.” Not even her mother calls her Rebecca, and I’d remembered back when I’d had her as a much younger student when I had been teaching sixth grade and she had made a stink about being called her full name.

I don’t think the message was lost on her, but she just smiled and said, “Sure, no problem. See ya then.” Lisa then quietly thanked me and followed Becky out the door into the noisy hallway and out of sight.

Lunch was quiet as I sat and ate in piece. Then I spied Christine Johnson, the young biology teacher right across the hall from him. She had just started, fresh out of an Ivy League college last year, only in her mid-twenties. She was very shy and quiet when not talking about science, but she was pretty in that librarian sort of fashion. She had simple but stylish glasses and wore her brown hair in a tight bun on her head. Thinking that I haven’t talked to her much in over a month I picked up my food and walked across the hall and into her room.

She looked nervous as I entered, but in a way she didn’t often look with me. We’d always been friendly after we’d gotten to work across from each other last year, but this year had been so crazy so far that I didn’t really blame her.

“Hi Christine. Mind if I eat with you?”

“Oh… Uh… No… Please.” She stammered.

I sat on her desk and we ate. I tried again to bring up something to talk about, “So, I’m a father of twin girls.” I fished out my wallet and held out a picture of them to her. “This one is Kristine and that’s Katherine… or at least I think that’s the way it is, they are twins,” I laughed.

She laughed a little and smiled, but it looked like something was bothering her, but she didn’t say what.