I'm 57 my wife, Melissa is 37. Both of us were married previously. Mel is an Asst. Principal at a large metro area school. As such she's the ultimate authority regarding student discipline. She holds a doctorate, and it's her second year in this position.
I was appalled at the trash some of these kids spew in her presence. Suspension results in a number of her meetings with the offender although that's just what most of these kids want so she works towards other solutions.
I had never seen her shaked as a result of these encounters until early January. The meeting was tense because of his offense, and complicated in as much as he was a starter on the basketball team. She didn't suspend him, but rather prohibited him from participating in basketball for two weeks, or four games. The basketball coach was present at her request.
The kid(?) is 6'8" tall, and weighs 230 lbs. A monster.
As Mel finished informing him of his punishment he blew up.
"You fucking cunt! You're gonna fuck up my schlolarship chances just because you're such a uptight bitch. You fucking need to get laid don't ya?"
At that point the coach jumped in, and told him to shut up. Probably knew things were about to get worse. Booted for three days, was going to miss six games, and had to under go anger management conseling until the therapist signed off.
When I got home that night Mel was sitting in my office. She had discarded her slacks leaving her in heels, business jacket, and blouse. It was obvious after a look at her pussy that she had been masturbating.
"Mel, what's going on honey?"
"Spank me...spank me..."
"Why would I?"
"Don't talk just bend me over your desk and spank me."
I was hesitant, but getting turned on she's so fucking hot. I started to help her up.
"Rough...fucking treat me like shit....treat me like a slut....slap my tits...slap them as hard as you can...make me cry...hit me...spank my ass..."
I ended up trying to do what she wanted but it never seemed to be hard enough. She stopped it by ordering me to fuck her.
"Throw me on the floor and fuck me...fuck me...fuck me now...fuck the principal...fuck the married bitch's pussy....fuck the slut...make the bitch beg...hurry...fuck me!"
After she'd cum and we were both a mess I asked her what the deal was, and she recounted the meeting including what he'd said to her.
I was more concerned about her safety than her behavior in our home.
Then the frequency of our couplings changed. Once every ten days or so had been the norm. It had always been enough to satisfy her, and at my age that was fine. Now either I fuck her daily or she masturbates. I know who she's thinking about when we have sex.
Mel has started fucking vegetables. Large vegetables. She abuses her breasts. Weekends are exhausting. She wears little around our condo. Panties seem to be optional.
She was booed at basketball games after his suspension, and the name calling became the norm always a voice in a group so nailing the offender was next to impossible.
A large condom filled with sperm was left under the wind shield wiper of her car. Another time an envelope was left in the same place containing photoshopped pictures of my wife taking huge cocks in all of her openings.
She kept them, and uses them when she masturbates.
"Do you actually want to have sex with him?"
"Of course not. This is just a release. A fantasy. It helps the uptight Principal who needs to get laid cope. His body parts are in proportion you know. What he wants to stuff in my pussy is huge."
My MIL and I are the same age. She and her husband weren't thrilled about our marriage. Kaye sat me down, and told me that Melissa had been a challenge to her parenting skills. That she would require a stern hand on occasion. I was polite, but dismissive. "Up to the task," was how she put it. She asked why I divorced my first wife. I told her we just grew apart.
In truth my first wife had dominated me in the last three years of our marriage. I was a cuckold, and I found that I enjoyed being a wimp. It would have gone on, but she introduced my older brother and his wife to our bedroom. It was too much. I wanted to start over, and with Melissa I had the perfect partner to do just that.
She's been offered a better job in another school district, and she's going to take it thank God. The fantasy asshole graduates in May. Mel showed me the dress she is wearing. As you can see no panties. I'm pretty sure it's just part of the fantasy.
I know I'd do whatever is necessary to keep her happy.
I was appalled at the trash some of these kids spew in her presence. Suspension results in a number of her meetings with the offender although that's just what most of these kids want so she works towards other solutions.
I had never seen her shaked as a result of these encounters until early January. The meeting was tense because of his offense, and complicated in as much as he was a starter on the basketball team. She didn't suspend him, but rather prohibited him from participating in basketball for two weeks, or four games. The basketball coach was present at her request.
The kid(?) is 6'8" tall, and weighs 230 lbs. A monster.
As Mel finished informing him of his punishment he blew up.
"You fucking cunt! You're gonna fuck up my schlolarship chances just because you're such a uptight bitch. You fucking need to get laid don't ya?"
At that point the coach jumped in, and told him to shut up. Probably knew things were about to get worse. Booted for three days, was going to miss six games, and had to under go anger management conseling until the therapist signed off.
When I got home that night Mel was sitting in my office. She had discarded her slacks leaving her in heels, business jacket, and blouse. It was obvious after a look at her pussy that she had been masturbating.
"Mel, what's going on honey?"
"Spank me...spank me..."
"Why would I?"
"Don't talk just bend me over your desk and spank me."
I was hesitant, but getting turned on she's so fucking hot. I started to help her up.
"Rough...fucking treat me like shit....treat me like a slut....slap my tits...slap them as hard as you can...make me cry...hit me...spank my ass..."
I ended up trying to do what she wanted but it never seemed to be hard enough. She stopped it by ordering me to fuck her.
"Throw me on the floor and fuck me...fuck me...fuck me now...fuck the principal...fuck the married bitch's pussy....fuck the slut...make the bitch beg...hurry...fuck me!"
After she'd cum and we were both a mess I asked her what the deal was, and she recounted the meeting including what he'd said to her.
I was more concerned about her safety than her behavior in our home.
Then the frequency of our couplings changed. Once every ten days or so had been the norm. It had always been enough to satisfy her, and at my age that was fine. Now either I fuck her daily or she masturbates. I know who she's thinking about when we have sex.
Mel has started fucking vegetables. Large vegetables. She abuses her breasts. Weekends are exhausting. She wears little around our condo. Panties seem to be optional.
She was booed at basketball games after his suspension, and the name calling became the norm always a voice in a group so nailing the offender was next to impossible.
A large condom filled with sperm was left under the wind shield wiper of her car. Another time an envelope was left in the same place containing photoshopped pictures of my wife taking huge cocks in all of her openings.
She kept them, and uses them when she masturbates.
"Do you actually want to have sex with him?"
"Of course not. This is just a release. A fantasy. It helps the uptight Principal who needs to get laid cope. His body parts are in proportion you know. What he wants to stuff in my pussy is huge."
My MIL and I are the same age. She and her husband weren't thrilled about our marriage. Kaye sat me down, and told me that Melissa had been a challenge to her parenting skills. That she would require a stern hand on occasion. I was polite, but dismissive. "Up to the task," was how she put it. She asked why I divorced my first wife. I told her we just grew apart.
In truth my first wife had dominated me in the last three years of our marriage. I was a cuckold, and I found that I enjoyed being a wimp. It would have gone on, but she introduced my older brother and his wife to our bedroom. It was too much. I wanted to start over, and with Melissa I had the perfect partner to do just that.
She's been offered a better job in another school district, and she's going to take it thank God. The fantasy asshole graduates in May. Mel showed me the dress she is wearing. As you can see no panties. I'm pretty sure it's just part of the fantasy.
I know I'd do whatever is necessary to keep her happy.