A New Life Pt. 05

I still wasn't sleeping well after my experience of seeing the ground rushing towards the three of us in that little plane, and it put a damper on my sexual adventurousness for a couple of days. However, I was looking forward to starting a new pose at the life class, wondering which part of me the Professor wanted the class to focus on.

Bill and I headed off that evening, and I left him when we got to the building. He went to join up with Peggy and the rest of his class, while I went to the changing room that opened on to it. Changing was a bit of an exaggeration, because I was only wearing slip-on shoes, and a loose cotton smock, and I'd hardly had time to slip them off before the Professor came into the room.

"Hi Prof. What pose do you want me in this time?" I asked.

"Well ... um ... Jo. Remember the Courbet and the Schiele when you auditioned?"

The Courbet painting was of a woman lead on her back, one leg off the side of the bed, and her face hidden under one arm, but it was the Schiele I remembered, because it was a similar pose, but with the woman pulling her labia wide open. A shudder went through me, as I remembered the fear and thrill the first time I'd let a stranger look at the full glories of my open cunt, and how I'd ended up fucking myself with my car's gear stick afterwards.

"Yes? Well, I think the Schiele is a bit much to ask, but ... um ... I was thinking ... um ... maybe you could get you labia to stay apart, so everyone can see inside your ... um ... vulva, but you could still keep your face covered."

Oh fuck, could I really let the whole class, still strangers except Bill and Peggy, look up my hole? My blood was pumping adrenalin around me, making me tremble, while at the same time, the thought of it made me tingle all over.

"Fine, Prof, let's give it a go then."

I followed him into the classroom, getting the usual thrill at letting everyone see my naked body, and I lay back on the bed, my head hanging over one end, my legs apart, with one dangling over the other side. I knew everyone could see the full length of my slit, and I used my hand to try to pull my lips open so they could see up inside.

"How's that Prof?"

"Well ... um ... I'd like you ... um ... a bit more open, Jo."

A wicked thought flashed into my mind, and my mouth spoke it, even before my brain realised just how wicked it was.

"Alright, Prof, why don't you arrange it me how you want? That way, you can make sure it's the same next time."

I heard a sharp intake of breath from him. "Are you sure you don't mind, Jo?"

I said no, but it was only as I felt his fingers touch my cuntlips that I realised quite how wicked this was. I'd had some pretty way out experiences, but a shudder ran through me as I realised that it was one thing to show pussy to the class, but quite another for them to see their Professor pulling my cunt open right in front of them, my husband included.

God, it felt the dirtiest, most shameful thing I'd ever done. I mean, what sort of woman would let a stranger pull her pussy around so that a group of strangers could look up her hole? I was disgusted with myself.

The problem was, though, that it was also one of the most intensely thrilling things I'd ever experienced. I caught the waft of my scent. I knew from the smell that cum must be pouring out of me, which was confirmed by the soft sound like Velcro being pulled apart as he separated my labia with his fingers. I had a vivid image of threads of white goo, taut across my vagina. I could see the bulge in the Professor's pants, and I knew that had we been alone, I couldn't have stopped him fucking me, and nor did I want to.

With my head over the back of the bed, I couldn't see the class. That didn't stop me imagining all of them staring, amazed for sure, disgusted probably, excited hopefully, as they watched the Professor's fingers pulling my cuntlips apart right in front of them, each time letting them see up into my vagina, repeating it until he managed to leave it gaping and open.

I desperately wanted him to touch my clit, because I wanted to come, and was sure even the first touch would send me over the edge. It would be fun to come in front of Bill, but yet it struck me that it would be a very unprofessional thing for a life model to do. It took me all of my determination to force myself to wait until the class was over, and just to lay back and enjoy knowing that the whole class could now see deep into my cunt.

Maybe it was my lack of sleep, or the pose of laying on the bed with my arm over my face, or just my imaginings of what the class were thinking about seeing right up inside me. Probably the combination, I guess, because I must have dropped off to sleep, sleeping right through the break, because the next thing I was conscious of was something sliding up inside me.

It took me a while for my brain to catch up where I was, and I kept still as I tried to work out what exactly was happening. I slowly lifted my arm, and opened my eyes part way. I could see that the class had left, all except the Professor, who was standing at the edge of the bed, his erect cock sticking out of his pants being stroked by his left hand, while the fingers of his right hand were pulling my hole open, then pushing deep inside, before being pulled out again.

I'm sure you'd agree, it was too good an opportunity to miss, wasn't it?

"Why don't you just fuck me, Prof? Shove your cock up my cunt instead of your fingers. I know you've been dying to do it since you auditioned me."

He pulled his fingers out of me, but for a few moments, I didn't think he was going to do it. Then I heard a second voice, in a loud whisper. It was Bill, of course.

"Go on Prof. You could see she was gagging for it earlier. I mean, what sort of woman would let you pull her around in front of us all? She's just a fucking slut. You take her cunt while I use the hole at the other end. You don't mind, whatever your name is, do you?"

He knew I didn't, of course, but I'd only just got my mouth open to answer, when Bill rammed his cock right down my throat, at the same time as I felt the Professor's cock forcing its way into my slippery cunt.

Oh God, it was so good to feel the Professor's cock pistoning in and out of me, while my husband, who as far as the Professor was concerned was also a stranger to me, was fucking my mouth hard. And when I say hard, I mean it. Bill had rammed his cock deep into my throat, leaving his balls and pubes against my face. I couldn't help gagging at first, but I'd had plenty of practice with the delivery guys, and Bill had learned from that just how far he could go to turn my mouth into a tight hole to get him off, while still leaving me enough air to breathe.

He'd watched me get fucked before, of course: the time with the janitor, and I'd told him every detail of the cocks I'd had in me in Chicago, and the experiences in the sex shop and that wretched little aeroplane. However, this was the first time he'd seen be being screwed while he fucked another of my holes at the same time. It was a wonderful sensation, my entire being buzzing from having sex with my husband and another man at the same time, their two cocks deep in my body.

I just hoped he was getting a good look at the Prof's cock tearing my pussy apart, disappearing inside me. In any case, he was also squeezing one of my tits, while the Prof was working the nipple of the other one between his fingers and thumb. I could see the fixed stare on his face as he watched Bill's cock fucking my mouth, but I knew he was focussed on the stimulation my cunt was giving his dick as it went in and out of me like crazy.

I knew he was never going to last, having fantasised about me for weeks, his fantasy now having come true. He was in me, and going to shoot his spunk as deep into me as any man ever could. I was enjoying the spit-roasting as much as him, so I could forgive him not paying as much attention to me as he should, and I used my own hand to rub my clit, getting hit against his pubes with each massive stroke.

The situation must have got to Bill as well, because I recognised the signs: the taste of his precum in my mouth, the tightening of his ball sac, and the pace of his strokes, pulling almost right out of my mouth, letting me catch a breath, then driving his cock past the back of my mouth and into my throat.

"Come right up that dirty cunt that the whore loves showing everyone, Prof. Fill her fucking hole with your cum."

I guessed that Bill did it partly to excite him, but as much to make sure that he didn't fill my mouth with spunk too long before the Prof filled my vagina. Of course, it worked on me as well. I did, I really did love people seeing my naked body, and my cunt more than anything, so as I felt the Prof's short strokes and the twitching of his cock as he jetted his sperm into me, I came.

I guess Bill was going to come anyway, but as the Prof and I jerked around as I took his spunk into my vagina, Bill shot his seed straight down my throat, making me struggle to swallow it without choking, as my climaxing body sought oxygen.

As I came down from my orgasm, I guess I was expecting Bill to point out that I was his wife, though I don't quite know why. Would it have made me seem any less of a slut that the cock in my mouth was my husband's, while I was letting the art teacher fuck me? But he didn't. It was the Prof who pulled away first, looking a bit guilty as he realised what he'd done. He stuffed his limp cock into his pants, then went to the changing room to get my dress and shoes.

"You'd better get dressed, Jo. The janitor will be around soon to lock everything up. And you ... uh ... sir," he said handing me my dress, and dropping the shoes on to the floor. "See you next week, I hope?"

"Yeah, don't worry ..." I started to say, but the Prof had already shot out of the classroom.

I went to put my dress on, but Bill snatched it from my hand.

"Oh no, Jo. If you want to let everyone see you naked, you can stay that way until we get home."

"What if the janitor or someone catches us?"

"I'm sure you could manage fuck him as well, to keep him quiet, Jo."

Shit, I thought Bill enjoyed me showing off my body, and even more watching me have sex with other men and women, but was I wrong? I started to worry, and started to ask Bill what he really meant, but he'd already strode off down the corridor, my dress dangling from his hand.

He was right, of course. The way I had been feeling before Bill's comment, I'd have happily let the janitor fuck me if he wanted, and could cope with me being full of another man's cum. I could feel the Professor's spunk running down my leg as I raced to catch up with my husband, and I was pretty sure I must still have some of Bill's around my lips and on my face.

As it happened, we didn't meet anyone. The classrooms were all dark, with just the emergency and cleaning lights on down the corridors, and the parking let was dark and empty. Bill was already in the driving seat, and had laid my dress on the passenger seat, as I got in and sat on top of it.

"Come on Bill, what's wrong? I thought you liked other people seeing me and even screwing me?"

"Shit, Jo, I did ... I do ... but there was something infinitely more shocking about watching the Prof pulling your cunt about. I know I don't own you, but it was as if he owned you, the way he was opening you up for everyone to see. Strangely, it might not have felt that way if he'd been having sex with you, but it just did when he was cold-bloodedly arranging your private parts.

"Hell, I don't think I'd ever seen that far up you before we were married, and even afterwards, except when you were giving birth, of course. I didn't even realise quite where your peehole was - I knew it was around there somewhere, of course - until I watched you piss all over the janitor that time. But all of the class got a good view of it when the Prof opened you up."

Fucking hell, that couldn't be right, surely? But I realised it probably was. When we were young, it was all about the action: getting a cock up me, and unloading it inside, rather than anticipation and visual foreplay. No, a good meal then was something filling, and we hadn't learned how the ambience, the description on the menu, the aroma and the visual appearance was as much of the fine dining experience as actually eating. Fucking was the same.

"God, Jo, it suddenly hit me what a slut you have become. I just wanted to ... I don't know ... punish you maybe, so rather than just watch the Prof fuck you, as I knew he was going to eventually, I wanted to use you like meat, the same way he was, and make you choke on my cock."

"I'm sorry, Bill, but you need to remember you don't own my body," I said, running my hands over my breasts, and down over my belly. "It's mine, and I'm going to do with it what I want, and let whoever I want take it, and use it like a whore's.

"It's my heart and soul you own. We fell in love, had children, and I still love you as much ... no, actually far more than I ever have before. I promise that no one else, man or woman, will get to fuck me more than you, but you'd better accept that in total, others will fuck me more than you. I don't expect any more of you. Fuck June or whoever as much as you want, as long as you tell me about it. God, Bill, I love watching your cock disappear up another woman's cunt. Yes, I'm a slut, a dirty whore, but I'm your slutty whore, Bill."

Bill didn't reply, but just drove on, looking serious. I was really starting to worry by then that I'd gone too far, but as we turned into our drive, and pulled to a halt, he spoke again.

"Fine, well, if your determined to be a slut, get out of the car, lay on the lawn, and let me fuck you out here in the open, where our neighbours could see if they look out."

He got out of the car fast, then came around to my side, pulling me out, pushing me into the middle of the circle of closely trimmed grass in the centre of the garden, then forcing me down on the ground.

"Now open your cunt again, Jo, and let me see the Professor's spunk still inside you. You might have had him first, but it's your husband's sperm that will stay in you overnight. Go on, open your legs, you fucking slut."

He was right: I was a slut. It was what I wanted to be now, so I decided that I might as well enjoy it. I lay on my back, my legs bent, as wide apart as I could get them, and I grabbed my labia and pulled my cunt wide open, wider even than the Professor had managed. I'd felt spunk still running down my leg when I got out of the car, so I was pretty sure that there would be plenty of it visible along my slit, and up in my hole.

"Come on then, Bill. Ram your cock up my cunt, my cunt full of the Professor's sperm, busily trying to make me pregnant. Only a disgusting, dirty slut would expect her husband to fuck her when she was still full of some other man's cum, wouldn't she? But I love it, and who knows, maybe from now on, I'll only let you fuck me when I've just been nailed by someone else?"

God, why did I say that? I didn't really think I'd do it, but the thought of it sent a whole fusillade of electric shocks shooting through my body, made more intense by knowing that we were within sight of the neighbours' houses. I wanted his cock up me more than anything, up me hard, filling me more than I'd ever been filled, and I wanted to come and come again as Bill's shaft squelched in and out of my cum-filled vagina.

What was certain was that whether I meant it or not, it had turned Bill on as much as me. He almost tore his pants in his rush to get them down, and he practically fell on top of me as they got caught around his knees. Still, I was so slippery and far open that although his cock hit against the front of my slit, it slid back and up inside me with a slurp. Then he started driving himself in and out of me, his balls hitting my ass with each stroke, and his cock stretching the top of my vagina.

"God, Jo, I love you," he gasped as he pumped away in me, his hand joining mine on my clit, as I soared upwards towards my first orgasm. "You can have who you want as often as you like, but just don't stop loving me, and letting me have you sometimes as well, however many men have come in you already."

Oh fuck, I thought one was enough, but the thought of being fucked by three, four or even five men, and then making Bill fuck my overflowing cunt was too much for me, and I came. I grabbed a breast with my spare hand, and squeezed on my nipple until my eyes filled with tears, as my hips bucked around, making Bill's thrusts up me even more forceful.

It was wonderful. The prickly grass tickling my ass underneath me, the thought of the neighbours watching, my husband thrusting away inside me, squeezing out the Professor's spunk with each stroke, and our two hands on my clit starting to move again as my first climax passed.

"I love you too, Bill, and I love knowing that you're fucking other women as well. Yeah, I want to watch you fuck June again, darling."

"Oh, Jo," he said, pulling his head back and looking me in the eye. "I'm fucking her now."

"Aagghh! FUCK!" I screamed, Bill grunting in my ear as he injected his sperm deep inside me, and the thought of it being in June sent both of us over the top.

The bastard! He'd found a way to get his own back at me, but in a delicious, dirty, amusing way. I dragged his head back by his hair, then pulled his mouth over mine, and we enjoyed a long, passionate kiss, our tongues inside each other's mouths as his cock softened, and slipped out of me.

"Goodnight."

Shit, we both nearly jumped out of skins. It was that dog walker again, I realised, as I heard the clink of the leash as the dog followed its master. One day, I'd actually get to find out who exactly it was. Indeed, was it even just one person who seemed to keep catching us?

We slowly picked ourselves up, Bill scuffed into the grass the pool of white that had leaked out of me, and we walked slowly to the house, our arms around each other. I found it hard to believe that only a few months earlier I had been well on the way to becoming an alcoholic, convinced I no longer had anything worth living for now our daughters had left home. When I thought back, I realised I was unconsciously trying to kill myself, and chances were, I'd have stepped the pace up within the year.

Yet now, I felt so energised, so grateful to be alive, knowing that I was still more than enough of a woman to attract men, bisexual enough to enjoy women, and that while Bill and I were more in love than ever, neither of us needed to be tied down by ridiculous ideas of sexual fidelity. No, we both were now enjoying sex with each other far more than we ever had, now we could freely sample the delights of fucking other people.

We showered, Bill wonderfully making me come again as between us we scooped the spunk out of my vagina, and cleaned off my pussy. Then we went to bed naked, and spooned each other to sleep.

It wasn't until I woke in the morning that I remembered that it was another special MILF night at the club. Normally I'd looked forwards to showing off my tits to everyone who came in, hidden behind my golden mask for anonymity, but I guess the Professor showing my cunt to the art class was such a greater thrill as to put my topless sessions at the club in the shade.

"You'd better get yourself something to eat, tonight, then Bill. I'll grab a burger or something before the MILF night opens."

"OK, Jo. Maybe I'll just stay in the office late, though. June and I have got a ton of work to get through."

Yeah, and no doubt a lot of fucking to catch up on after what he'd said to me the previous evening. Still, given that I would be flashing my tits at loads of strangers, I was hardly in a position to complain, was I? I wasn't really getting a teensy bit jealous of June, now, was I?