IHNC 6 – What’s wrong with Becky?

I Had No Choice 6 – What’s wrong with Becky?

So now I’ve cheated on Rachel, my lovely wife and new mother to my twin girl babies, with yet another woman. I’d rationalized that Becky was just a fling, a hot young sexy fling. And that it’d been a wash since my wife was getting some action with her mother while I was teaching her daughter how to be a woman. Fate and stepped in with Becky though with Lisa Cohan; another student who was actually looking for math tutoring for her SAT’s, unlike Becky who just used that as cover for our illicit trysts. I think she was too jealous to allow me to be seduced by a rival girl that she made sure they were tutored together, and found to her own shock that she had been slipping in her studies. So Becky was actually studying in our study sessions now, and with Lisa present she is kept properly in her place as my student instead of my lover.

But fate is not without its revenge. Christine, the young biology teacher across the hall from me had seen Becky who practically forced a blowjob from me in class during lunch at school one day, ended up blackmailing and begging me to take her virginity. She was always the prim and proper type at work, but once we were in her bed she was a wild thing. She was thrashing and squirming she actually passed out from cunalingus. Then she begged me to take her and proceeded to moan and scream like a daemon. It drove me wild and I tried to get out of it just pleasing her, but her sweet “Please.” after her wild thrashing pushed me over the edge and I blasted into her with wild abandon.

After I had recovered I cleaned up, calmed down, and beat feat back home as soon as I could, hoping I’d think of some excuse to tell my wife that would be believable. Luck for me she didn’t ask why it took me almost two hours to get home after school had ended. She had dinner ready and we just ate in front of the TV, played with our twin baby daughters, and collapsed to sleep early.

The whole next week was almost what one would call normal compared to the events of late in my life. My classes went as planned, and I was back on comfortable speaking terms with Christine. I tutored a studious Becky and Lisa for a little more than an hour after school twice a week. And my wife was getting more active and back in the swing of things. Her baby weight was rapidly falling away, returning her to the trim form that I’d known, loved, and made love to for the last few years. Life was good.

I should never think or say that though. Next week Becky was out sick Monday and Tuesday, so I invited Lisa over to my place for her tutoring for the SAT that was only a few weeks away. It didn’t hit me until we were getting out of my car that I might walk into my wife and her lesbian lover of Judy Whitman, Becky’s mom, having a tryst like I had seen a few weeks ago.