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It started innocent enough. My Wife started working as a Maths Teacher in a new School now. She’d tell me about these cheeky boys in her class, always throwing double-meaning jokes her way. At first, she’d laugh it off, saying they were just being naughty teenagers. But then I noticed a change. She started enjoying it. Her eyes would light up when she talked about those boys and she’d get this sly smile, like she was hiding something dirty. I’m such a dumbass, I thought it was just her being cool, bonding with her students.
Weeks passed, and she started staying late at school. “Grading papers..” she’d say or “extra classes for the boys who need help..” I believed her. Why wouldn’t I? She was my sweet wife who loved her job. But then I started noticing little things. Her sarees got bolder, her blouses tighter, showing off those perfect tits I thought were just for me. She’d come home with her hair a bit messy, her lipstick smudged, and this wild energy, like she’d just run a marathon. I’d ask, “Rough day?” and she’d just smirk and say, “Oh, you could say that…”
One night, she came home super late, her blouse half-unbuttoned, her thighs glistening under her saree like she’d been sweating… or worse. I joked, “What, you wrestling with the chalkboard?” She laughed, but her eyes had this guilty, slutty spark. That’s when I started wondering, but I was too pathetic to confront her. Deep down, I think I didn’t want to know.
Then it happened. I forgot my lunch at home one day and decided to drop by the school to surprise her. The building was quiet, classes mostly over. I walked to her classroom, and through the slightly open door, I saw it. My wife, bent over her desk, her saree hiked up to her waist, panties nowhere in sight. One of her students..a cocky, muscular kid..was behind her, pounding her so hard the desk was shaking. Another boy was in front, his pants down, her lips wrapped around his cock, moaning like a whore as she sucked him off. A third kid was filming it all, grinning like he’d won the lottery, whispering, “Fuck, ma’am, you’re such a slut for us!” I froze. My heart was racing, my dick betraying me by getting rock hard. I should’ve been pissed, but all I could do was watch. Her tits were bouncing out of her blouse, her ass jiggling with every thrust, and she was loving it.
By the time they were done, she was a mess..cum dripping down her thighs, her makeup smeared, her hair a tangled wreck. They high-fived each other, while she just lay there, panting, smiling like a slut who’d just had the time of her life. I slipped away before anyone saw me, my head spinning, my cock throbbing.
Now, every time she comes home late, I know what’s happening. She’s not grading papers. She’s getting fucked senseless by those boys, letting them use her like their personal toy. And the worst part? I’m too much of a coward to say anything. I just sit here, imagining her on her knees, taking them all, while I jerk off like the pathetic cuck I am.