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California took some getting used to. I liked my job, and the people I worked with were cool, but I didn’t have a lot of opportunity to socialize with them because I wanted to be there for Lucy.
Her transition was a fair bit harder. The new school was great, but the expectations were intense. Even though it was middle school the parents were already expecting their kids to be Harvard-bound. The fact that their new teacher was a 25-year-old fresh from Iowa made a few families nervous. Lucy felt that she had to prove herself, so she spent most evenings at home, prepping her classes and responding to parent emails.
I cooked and took care of our small apartment. When we were living in the Midwest we talked about having kids; our house there was big enough. I couldn’t imagine this California condo having enough room for a new baby. But we would work it out.
Soon enough (and not surprisingly) Lucy built up a positive reputation among the parents and kids. She sponsored a yarn-bombing club with a couple of 7th grade girls, and she helped a group of awkward boys bond together while watching anime shows in her room during lunch.
Probably the biggest factor in her growing acceptance was the president of the PTA, Connie. Connie was Korean-American — a quintessential Tiger Mom — and she had a daughter in Lucy’s class. Connie’s daughter LOVED Lucy, so naturally Connie loved Lucy, too.
Connie’s husband was a hedge fund manager, and the family had more money than God. My annual salary was less than an accounting error on their financial spreadsheet.
Connie would often call Lucy in the evenings with questions or concerns about her daughter. At first it bothered me that she demanded so much of Lucy’s time, but Lucy said it was part of the job, and Connie was always very grateful. Every so often they would send us gift certificates to five-star restaurants or bottles of wine as thank you gifts.
A big event at the school was the annual fundraising silent auction. This is a night where people booze up and bid on items. Most schools have something like this — people throw in $50 for a spa day, etc. At Lucy’s school the items were more like “Play a private game of HORSE with Stephen Curry,” or “A week’s getaway at our private beach house in Maui.”
I knew there wouldn’t be anything I could possibly bid on, but Lucy was expected to attend and I was there to support her.
I put on my work suit and tie, and I was standing in the kitchen drinking a quick beer as Lucy got ready in the bathroom.
She came out in a blue dress that wasn’t too low cut but still managed to show off her breasts well. Her hair was done up in a loose bun. The skirt of the dress came down to her knees. She did a little twirl in her gebze escort pumps.
“What do you think?” she asked, posing coquettishly with her ass out.
“Wow,” I said. “I think you look incredible. I think every dad in the place is going to want to fuck you.”
She tilted her head in consideration. “They will, won’t they? But too bad. This body is just for you!”
I walked over to her and pushed her skirt up past her hips. Then I hooked my fingers around the elastic of her panties.
“Do it slowly,” she told me. “Show my ass inch by inch.”
I did like I was told, luxuriating in the reveal of her alabaster ass, firm and white in contrast to the dark silk panties that slid so smoothly across her skin.
I crouched down and planted a kiss on each cheek, then spread them apart to show her little pink rosebud.
A quick note about Lucy: I’ve described how much I love her ass, but in general it’s been off limits. She’ll allow a little ass play when she’s really horny, but anal has been out of the question. Lucy says it’s not her “cup of tea.”
I planted a quick kiss on her asshole, and she playfully slapped me away.
“Hey, now,” she cautioned. “Watch it, mister.”
She stood up and straightened her skirt. Slightly chastened, I rose and grabbed the car keys.
At the auction Lucy was quickly surrounded by a bunch of parents, mostly friends of Connie’s. Just as I imagined, she was getting a lot of attention from the dads in the group. Two guys were getting her deep into conversation about middle school pedagogy and the social studies reading list; I could see one of them sneak peaks down her dress as Lucy answered his questions animatedly.
Connie came over to say hello. She put her hand on my arm and took me aside. “I know we have monopolized your wife’s time, and I just want to tell you how much we appreciate it. Lucy has told me how supportive you’ve been.”
“I think she is really happy here,” I said.
“That’s great,” Connie said. “We want you both to be happy.”
A waitress came around with a tray of drinks. Connie took two and handed one to me. I thanked her and took a sip.
Connie raised her glass to her lips, and as she did I had a clear view through the armhole of her dress and I spied a lavender bra. Connie was taller than Lucy, and bustier. I thought about all the dads peering down Lucy’s dress as I snuck a peek at Connie’s side boob.
While Lucy was engrossed in her conversation, I wandered over to the auction table. As I predicted, none of the items were in our price range. There was one that caught my attention, just a simple card that said:
Mystery Masquerade (IYKYK)
No one had put a bid on this one yet, so on a whim gümüşhane escort I decided to write down $200. It was a stretch, but I figured Lucy would appreciate it since the money was going to the school.
The evening progressed and Lucy continued to charm the various parents who came over to chat with her. People kept offering her drinks (mostly the dads, again) and soon her cheeks were flushed.
Around that time Connie returned, this time with her husband, Dan. Dan was tall and fit, and exuded a comfortable wealth that made me feel a bit inadequate, honestly. But he was nice enough.
“Connie says you’re working for Tamalpais Design,” he said as he shook my hand. “Roger Flynn is a golf buddy of mine. We should all play sometime.” Roger Flynn was the founder of the company that hired me and he wouldn’t know me from any of the other 10,000 coders who worked for him.
Lucy linked her arm in mine and put her head on my shoulder. “Tom is such an asset to the company,” she cooed. I could tell she was entering drunk territory. I could also tell she was struck by Dan. He looked strikingly like her favorite movie actor. Her eyes lingered on his. He smiled at her, and nodded.
“A supportive spouse is the greatest asset in the world,” he said, and reached behind him to squeeze Connie’s hand. Lucy stared at him for a few seconds longer, then caught herself.
“I am so sorry,” Lucy stammered. “I think I need to visit the ladies room.”
“I’ll take you,” answered Connie. “We could both use some freshening up.”
Dan excused himself to chat with the other movers and shakers, but not before adding, “I’m serious about that golf invitation. And Connie and I would love to have you both over for dinner soon.”
I returned to the auction table to take a gander at the Mystery Masquerade bidding. I couldn’t believe what I saw — besides my $200, the lowest bid was $5,000. Most of the bids were in the high five figures. Holy shit!
Connie and Lucy seemed to be taking a long time at the bathroom so I wandered that way. I spotted the two of them huddled in the hallway. Lucy was giggling. Connie saw me coming first and she smiled at me. “Here’s your husband now,” she said, and gently pushed Lucy toward me.
“I really love you,” Lucy sighed, and fell into a rather drunken hug.
“I think it’s time for you to take this one home,” Connie told me. She gave me a wink. “Enjoy the rest of your night.”
Lucy seemed preoccupied on the ride home. I asked if she was feeling alright and she told me yes, she was just a bit buzzed and overstimulated.
Then she looked at me and blurted out, “Let’s 69 when we get home. I want to come in your mouth while I’m sucking on that dick izmir escort of yours.”
We made it home in record time. I hustled Lucy through the front door and we made it into the bedroom, shedding pants, jackets, dresses, bras, ties, and underwear along the way.
We groped each other’s bodies as we stumbled to the bed. I lay down first and Lucy straddled on top of me, knees bent with her ass and pussy hovering above my face. She leaned over my lap and took my firm cock in both hands. Her hair had fallen out of its bun and it fell down across her shoulders and brushed against my thighs as she put her mouth to my tip and licked it softly.
I kissed the inside of her thighs while trailing a finger slowly from her ass, across her pussy, and ending up at her clit. I started playing with it, and she pushed her hips down.
“Suck on it,” she commanded, while licking my shaft. “Suck on my clit.”
I lifted my hips. “You, too,” I told her. “Put those lips to work and suck my cock.”
“Am I your slut?” she cooed.
“Yes you are. You are my cock-sucking middle school teacher slut.”
“Mmm hmm,” she moaned, and took me fully into her mouth, pressing her tongue against it and moving her head slowly up and down.
That was my cue — I pushed her legs apart and buried my tongue into her warm pussy. My nose pushed against her ass and I could smell her musk — she had showered before the party but the scent of sex on her skin was strong.
My cock was deep in her mouth and my tongue was deep in her pussy. She started playing with my balls as I was fingering her clit. Soon I felt her start to tremble. She moaned a gutteral moan while she continued sucking on me. I could tell she was close, and so was I.
I pulled my mouth from hers just for a second. “You’re about to make me cum, babe,” I said. “Keep going just like that.”
“Fuck don’t stop!” she whispered hoarsely, and I pushed my tongue as deep into her pussy as I ever had. It was hot, a little acidic, and sexy as fuck. I tickled her clit faster and she pressed her legs together with a huge moan.
She pushed me deep into the back of her throat, then sucked me hard as my cock exploded into her waiting mouth. She sucked it all down and licked off anything that was left over. We lay on top of each other like that for a while until eventually Lucy got up to go to the bathroom.
I looked at my phone on the side table. There was a missed call from a number I didn’t recognize. I pressed the voicemail.
“Tom, this is Connie. I saw that you bid on my event at the auction. I’m sorry that you didn’t get it. As you saw, it’s a popular item — and something of a tradition among some of us here at the school. But I wanted to let you know that Dan and I would be more than happy to make room for you and Lucy. I’ll send the details soon. Take care, and love to your darling wife.”
I put the phone down and listened to Lucy washing up. A Mystery Masquerade? A school tradition? What was it all about? I was more than a little intrigued.
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