EroticReverie

*commissioned*

The next morning in the shower, I cum all over the wall think of Sam as I stroke myself in the shower.  After spraying my cum off the wall, I get ready for work. 

When I'm in the parking lot of the school, I receive a text. 

"Snap."  it says. It's from Sam.  I look around and then open the app and check my messages. 

It's a photo of her sitting at my desk, the camera angle is from above, but I can see she has another skirt on today, because her heels are on my desk and her hand is between her legs, with "waiting" captioned over it. 

My cock goes hard instantly and I hold my briefcase in front of me as I walk casually into the building. 

When I get to the room and open the door, I see her sitting at her desk now, but she's sitting with another one of the students going over something with them. 

"Morning Mr. Crosby" both Sam and the female. 

"Good morning" I nod to both of them and then sit down at my desk.

Five minutes later the girl leaves the class, and I watch as Sam follows her as they talk, I frown to myself. Is she leaving. 

But then when the girl leaves. I watch Sam turn the lock on the inside of the door. Then I watch her  in her in her loose navy skirt that hits right above her knee, and her matching navy blouse, with a red belt cinching her waist, and accentuating her curves even more.  She walks to the other door , and locks that too, and then turns and walks down the lecture hall steps as she keeps her eyes on me with a playful smile. 

I look at the clock behind her, and realize there's twenty minutes till the first class begins. 

I swallow nervously, pushing back in my chair as she rounds my desk and then sits on my desk in front of me. 

"Good morning." she says with a little smirk. 

"Good morning." I say, looking at her legs as she crosses them and then leans back slightly on her hands. 

"How was your night last night?" she tilts her head asking. 

"It was great. Very eventful." I say. 

"Hmmm, why is that?" she grins. 

I look at her, her body, right there, in front me, everything about her body language inviting me to touch, as she uncrosses her legs and spreads her knees apart slightly, but her skirt droops between her legs covering the place she had her hand earlier, and last night. 

"This is torture." I say ignoring her question. 

She giggles slightly. "Is it?" 

"Yes." I answer as my eyes follow her hand, as it pulls up her skirt. 

"Sam I-" I go to stop her, this can't happen. Wife. Wife. Wife. My brain yells. The guilt trying to make me do the right thing, but all hope is lost, because Sam....isn't wearing any panties. 

"Shit." I say as she spreads her legs a little wider, leaning back on one hand, the other now sliding down over her glistening cunt. She's already shining with her wetness and my cock is about to rip through my pants. 

"Look what you do to me Patrick" she says, and her fingers spread her lips, giving me a better view, before she slides her middle finger down and inside of her. Holy fuck. This is fucking wrong. So fucking wrong. But I can't take my eyes off her pussy, or her finger as it comes out, soaked. 

"I'm so wet" she whines quietly as her head goes back, her long brown hair falling back as she moans with her lips pressed together, then parts her mouth as her finger pumps in and out slowly. 

"Patrick" she breathes my name. "Mmmm Patrick" she moans as if I'm the one fingering her. 

I did not expect this. I really didn't. I'd assumed, I'd come to work, and avoid what happened last night.  I should've known better though. Sam wasn't shy, and I'd given her reason to think that this could happen, that her spread on my desk fingering herself was acceptable. Because it wasn't. She was married. I was married. But...I wasn't stopping her. So I guess I wasn't as shy or as innocent in this as I thought I was. Convincing myself that this was all on Sam, because of her endless flirting, and sexual teasing, she was seducing me. But i'd never made any clear attempt to stop it. I enjoyed it. 

"mmmm Patrick" she moans again, and I watch her slide a second finger in, and listen to her breathing, listen to her wet pussy as it drips down her ass and onto the back of her skirt. 

I can smell her scent, the sex, and my mouth waters, wishing I could taste her, needing so badly, to fucking taste her. 

I watch her fingers slide out and rub her clit and her head lifts and looks at me and she licks her lips and grins. 

"Make me cum for you...tell me how bad you wish it was your fingers inside me Patrick....because I know you want to slide your fingers inside me right now...more than that....you want to slide your cock into me..." she moans. 

"You want to fuck me Patrick?" she moans as she slides her fingers back down inside of herself fucking herself.

"You know I do." I groan. Refusing to touch myself, because if I do, I'm afraid I'll take my cock out and actually do it. 

She lets out a moan as I admit it. 

"Tell me....tell me how bad you want to fuck me" she whimpers. "Please" she moans. 

"If I could, I'd put my face between your legs right now." I say. 

"Yess" she hisses and moans, rubbing her clit again now. 

"I'd make you cum on my tongue." I tell her as she moans and nods. 

"Then I'd take my pants off and bend you over and fuck you like you deserve. Fuck you like we both want to. Hard. Rough. Banging you over that fucking desk until my cum was in your cunt, and yours was around my cock." I tell her, wondering where the fuck that came from, wondering what kind of man I was that I just said that to her. 

"Fuck Patrick..yessss" she moans. 

"Take your cock out....cum with me." she moans. 

I look at the clock and there's 12 minutes till class, and I groan and unbuckle my pants. 

"Oh my god, yes" she whimpers when she realizes I'm taking my cock out. 

"Cum with me" she moans, and she moans and bites her lip when I release my cock. 

I take it in my hand and stroke it. 

"God, that looks so fucking good Patrick...you look so fucking hard." she moans. 

"I am...you always get me this hard...every day" I groan as I stroke my dick as she watches my hand, I watch hers. 

She rubs her clit. 

"I want you to cum on me." she moans. 

My eyes widen. "What?" 

She nods as she moans. 

"Cum on my pussy Patrick. I want your cum on me today, on my pussy and between my thighs." she moans loudly. 

"Oh fuck, i'm so close" she squeaks as she rubs her clit in the same spot and looks at me. 

I groan and watch her. 

I watch her as she jumps slightly, her legs quivering as she curses and cums by her own hand. I watch as her mouth drops open in pleasure and then her jaw clenches as she rubs herself still as she whimpers, forcing herself to keep her orgasm going. 

"Move your hand" I groan as I stand up, jerking myself off, my hand pumping my fucking cock. 

"Yes" she pants, moving it as she moans, her hips still jumping as she leans back on both hands, waiting for me to cum on her. 

I can't fucking believe it.  Can't fucking believe what I'm doing. 

"You're so fucking sexy Sam" I groan. 

"Cover my pussy with your cum" she moans. 

I feel it build right to the edge, and watch her as she breathes heavily, looking at me, and when I make a face she looks down to watch.

I look down too, to aim it, to make sure every drop hits her pussy as I erupt, sending ropes of thick white cum all over her between her legs, some getting on the inside of her skirt. 

I groan, watching the cum drip, creating white streams down over her cunt, she curses and looks as though shes cumming again as she quivers when I cum on her. 

"Yesssss" she hisses , reaching down and watch her as her fingers press into the mess, and she massages her cunt, her four fingers pressing my cum against her pussy, then she rubs her clit again, shaking and winces as she yelps and cums a second time. 

This time she falls back on my desk and her hips jump and she lifts her knees, bending them but still spreading them as she masturbates with my cum. 

It's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen, I watch her body tremble in after shocks, as she just lays there, cupping her pussy. 

"oh my god" she moans and I just look at her body on my desk, and down at my cock, still unable to believe what I've just done. 

"We can't do this anymore Sam." I say. 

She lifts her head and pushes up. "What? Why?" 

"It's going too far. It's gone too far. We're married." I say as I pull my pants back up and shove my cock back into my pants. 

"So what, you and your wife hate each other, and me and my husband hate each other, who cares" she says.

"I don't hate my wife." I say, and she rolls her eyes, sitting up and sliding off my desk, and smoothing her skirt with her clean hand. 

"Well, you don't like her all that much or you wouldn't spend every day flirting with me." she says. 

I watch her grab a sanitizing wipe and wipe her hands. 

"Flirting is one thing...what we've done now...is different." I say. 

She shrugs. "You've got post cheating guilt." she says.

"I... I didn't cheat." I say. 

"You did." she says, giving me that, c'mon Patrick, you know better, look. 

"And in an hour or two, when that guilt wears off Patrick, you're going to want it again." she says stepping up to me as we hear someone trying to open the door. I just look down at her. 

"Not only will you want it again...you'll want more...what you've already done...won't be enough....you'll want to touch me...." she says. 

"Sam I-"

She shakes her head. 

"Save it Patrick. It's time for class." she says, walking away, to unlock the door, and I sit down in my chair, and look to my desk, and then up at her as she greets the students waiting outside to come in.

She acts perfectly normal, cheeks slightly flushed, but she acts as though she didn't just have herself spread open before me, offering her pussy to me, offering me to cum on her.  I tilt my head and crack my neck, because she was right, but she was also wrong. 

I wouldn't want her again in an hour or two....I wanted her again right now.