Every emotion within me was conflicted. I was angry that one mistake would cause Coach to treat me so badly, like a kid upset with his dad after being punished - hurt that he only saw the one mistake despite all the work I had done, but at the same time pissed off with myself for making that mistake and letting him down. My face throbbed from the force of landing on the desks, but as the pain subsided I felt a cool feeling below my dick. Oh my god! I had literally ejaculated at some point while being physically abused and bullied. My mind sought for ways to be free from this - going to administration, moving out of town even. Simultaneously I thought of ways I might be able to conjure his wrath again, though in a more subdued manner. Realizing that the bell was minutes away, I rushed out the door and toward my car holding a binder with my and coach's papers in front of my wet pants. I called the front office from my car and told them I was suddenly violently ill and needed to leave early.
I sat on the recliner in our living room in my robe grading papers when Sophia walked in. "Oh my god, Jason, what happened to you?"
"A ladder came right out from under me while hanging a poster today. It happened just after you left. I came home early because of it."
"You should have come by the hospital and let me look at it," she quipped. "You could have a concussion."
"I'm fine, really." I painfully smiled. "You worry too much."
"Good. It was nice seeing you in your element today. The classroom's looking great. I hardly saw any place for another poster on the wall." She paused and breathed heavily. "Your friendÉ certainly was nice. What was his name again?"
"Coach Carlson." My dick became instantly erect.
"Yes, Brad." She breathed heavily again. Apparently she and he were already on a first name basis. "He seems like a very good friend to have at the school," she said as she walked nearer pulling off her jacket. "You know, having someone whose been around a while and knows the system." She threw her jacket to the floor and straddled me on the recliner. "How old is he? Early thirties?" She kissed me as she asked.
"Yeah, I would say so. A few years older than us." She kissed me again, putting both arms behind my head on the recliner, causing her breasts to squeeze together forming luscious cleavage in the V-top of her scrubs.
"And is he married?" she asked as she took a breath. "I need to know if there's a wife or girlfriend I should prepare for when he comes by on Friday."
I never got a chance to answer. When she mentioned Coach coming over, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me toward her again. Taking the cue, I caressed her waist and moved upward, removing her top. As she stood to finish undressing, I quickly pulled away the robe, but she never gave me the opportunity to take off my boxers. My cock sprang out of the front opening giving her all the access she needed. For the first time, I didn't fuck my wife. My wife fucked me. I laid back and moaned, at one point moving the recliner to its fully reclined position and just took what she dished out. She seemed possessed, riding my cock in positions and with motions I had never dreamed of.
After about fifteen minutes of giving it my all, there was no way I could hold back any longer. "I'm gonna cum!" I panted and started to repeat myself, "I'm gonnaÉ"
"DON'T!" Her eyes met mine as she lowered her voice to a whisper. "Don't."
She slowed down, but she didn't stop. Each time I started to climax, I thought of her command and forced myself to calm down. After about 20 minutes of the most intense self-control any man has ever demanded of himself, she began to ride my cock rhythmically in a vertical direction. She threw her head back and opened her mouth. With each motion came a simple "Uh" sound until the 7th "Uh" became a long, "Uuuuuhhhh" as she collapsed on me just long enough to grab my mouth and pull me in for a kiss. When she released she gave me a look as if I had missed a nonverbal cue. My body realized what my mind had missed and my body unfurled with pleasure, buckets of cum streaming into this strange woman who had taken over my sweet, young wife.
"I'm really looking forward to Friday," she panted, falling asleep on my chest. I never left the recliner that night, but I never slept. Every emotion within me was conflicted.