The school principal, Part 2, illustrated, animated gif

It was all my fault. That thought was rattling around in my mind. I have left my wife unprotected for what I thought a good cause. I waited as they got out of the car. My wife was still shaky trying to smooth down her dress and looking through her purse.

"What are you doing?" Mr Jones called out.

"I'm calling John to pick me up," Mary replied irritated, "we had a deal, now you'll back off him."

"Ok Mary, a deal's a deal. But are you sure you want your son to see you like this?"

Then I noticed it. One of her tits was hanging out because her dress was ripped. Moreover it was obvious there was cum on her dress and around her face. Her hair, a tangled mess, completed the picture.

"Then call me a taxi you idiot!" my wife tried to cover her breast, but the strap didn't hold. It seemed a few mouthfuls of cum had managed to sober her a little.

"Just come in and use the bathroom, then I'll drive you home. You did it just to save your only child Mary. Just chalk it up to one fun mistake and forget about it." He sounded almost pleasant, but there was a hint of desperation in his voice too.

Mary was standing covering her breast staring at him. I wanted to come out and yell, but I didn't. He could easily break his promise.

I just prayed silently, "Come on Mary, it was a drunken mistake, get the hell away from him."

I almost groaned in despair hearing her reply "Ok, but no funny business in there. Giving you a blowjob is one thing, but I'm married for God 's sake."

I didn't know if she was assuring herself or him.

He ushered her in and as I ran back around the house to the backyard again. I was almost caught when he walked to the window I was peeking through and opened it wide. While Mary was in the bathroom he put two glasses on the coffee table and filled them with wine.

I raised my head again hearing Mary "No, no more drinks."

"Just this glass and I'll drive you back. To wash down to taste," he added chuckling.

She had straightened her dress and attached the strap, her heels were off but her hair had been brushed. She looked like the woman I got married to, proper, demure, as long as you don't count the red blush reaching down to her cleavage when he said, "Wash down the taste."

"It's not like you didn't enjoy the taste anyway," the fat old guy was chuckling again.

"What? You!" Mary bristled up.

"I'm just saying you enjoyed it. I didn't tell you to swallow, but you did."

He stood up moving next to her with a the bottle in his hand. She was sitting with her legs closed, only her feet and toes moving, curling uncomfortably. She took a sip before replying.

"What was I supposed to do? There... there was too much and ... fuck you, I didn't enjoy it."

"Is that so? At one point I thought you would just come from sucking my cock," he said putting an arm around her.

"I... didn't." Mary stuttered.

Mary took a gulp again and realized her glass was empty. He immediately reached and filled it again. She seemed to consider for a moment, but shrugged her shoulders and sipped again.

He was dangling his hand over her shoulder, lower now, touching her breast. I couldn't believe where this was going, I had an idea though, but I felt helpless to stop it. She was the only one at this point that could stop it and I wasn't sure she wanted to.

"Then why are you wet?"

His hand was fully cupping her breasts and his other hand was on the bare flesh above her knee. He moved his hand higher, higher and soon it was under her dress. I could see she was pushing her legs together vainly as his hand probed closer and besides her efforts he reached his target.
          

"I'm not wet you, you...aahhhh!"

Mary squirmed under his grasp. I could see his hand was moving between her legs and then he lifted it up. It was glistening from her wetness.

"See!" He chuckled and promptly pushed his fingers between her lips.

To my amazement she opened them willingly, her cheeks making a sucking motion.

"Just let me return the favor Mary, no one could accuse you."

"I would!" I thought helplessly.

"I..I can't let you... fuck me. I'm married."

Her legs were slightly parted now. He had worked her breasts out of the dress, squeezing them and rubbing her pink nipples between his fingers.
          

"I won't fuck you, I'll just make you cum. Is that ok?" he said quietly.

"Ohh..ok." Mary stammered covering her eyes with her arm, "but you can't put - " she was cut short as he stood up covering my sight. He must have then bent down to pull her dress off because when he moved sideways I had the best and the worst sight of my life.

My beautiful wife breathing heavily, was lying down almost fully naked on the couch. Her heavy breasts topped with her pink nipples were free and for the first time that night, I realized she had not had a bra on from the start. She must have thought she would tease the old guy a bit, but didn't think it would come to this.

Again he leaned down, this time grabbing her panties and pulling them off her legs. Mary had her eyes shut, her chest heaving up and down. He pushed her legs apart with his hands and roughly positioned himself between them. He started rubbing the tip of his already hard cock up and down her swollen pussy lips.
        

"No! Wait, you said..! You can't put it in!"

Mary's eyes were wide open pushing at his chest with her hands. His huge belly was resting on her stomach as he resumed rubbing his cock up and down.

"I'm not putting it in Mary, just rubbing it." Mr Jones was relentless.

Soon Mary was moaning softly, then more loudly. Each time she got louder Mr Jones slowed his pace rubbing more slowly.

"Ahhh! Please let me cum," she purred, but he slowed down again.

I could see her stare up at the big fat guy between her legs helplessly, turning her head to the sides in frustration and slowly realizing the situation she had put herself in.

She reached down with her hand, I guessed to play with her clit and have some release, but he promptly gathered both of her slim wrists in his big hand and held them over her head. His other hand was over her bare breast playing with the nipple, pulling it.

It took a long time, a really long time until I heard Mary whisper softly,"Do you have a condom?"

"I can't hear you?" Mr Jones muttered.

He kept moving his hips while Mary squirmed under his body.

"A condom! I need you to..!" Mary didn't dare to finish the sentence.

"I may have a few, but I thought you said you weren't going to let me fuck you."

Mr Jones now stood still between her legs staring down at her nakedness. Mary turned her beetroot red face sideways unable to meet his gaze.

"Put on a condom and just put it in! Fuck me!" Mary suddenly cried out, pleading, "Fuck me." It hit me like a shockwave.

My wife had just told this fat old guy to fuck her. It was too much, I tried to yell "stop" but only a faint voice came out that fell on deaf ears.

Meanwhile Mr Jones grabbed Mary's arm turning her roughly onto her stomach on the couch. He was like an animal now, a predator that has caught his prey and was hungrily devouring it. He got on top of her, immediately pulling her cheeks apart. Mary gasped as he put all his weight on top of her trying to bury his prick between her cheeks.

"Calm down! You are crushing me!" Mary protested, as he was furiously trying to lodge his fat meat between her smooth cheeks.

She was wriggling her ass too; I think she must have realized what she had agreed to and changed her mind at the last second.

"Wait a second, I said put on a condom you ..."

Suddenly Mary gasped in mid-sentence and stopped struggling as her whole body went stiff. She cried out loudly and then and I knew it. His cock was inside my wife's cunt now, there was no denying it. His fat, hairy, old body had pinned down her smooth frame. He jabbed forward with his pelvis and buried his cock more and more inside her with each move. Mary was gasping and yelping as I watched his cock disappear between her buttocks.

He was breathing heavily now lying on top of her, his cock buried inside to the hilt. I thought he would be as rough as he was before he broke through her pussy lips, but he wasn't, at least in the beginning. He just stood there moving his hips back and forth slowly. Mary was silent and I could see she was biting her lip not to make a sound.
          

Then he pulled back slowly and lunged forward again. This time a moan escaped Mary's lips as I watched his cock disappear inside her. He kept fucking her slowly, but getting faster with each stroke. Mary was moaning constantly now like an animal in heat. I could see that she was trying to push her bottom up matching his thrusts.

"Yes! Yes! Ahhhhh! Fuck me yes!" she moaned out loud.

He got faster in response and was slamming his cock inside her full force. He was pushing her with his big hand on her back as he relentlessly nailed her. Mary could only lie down as he roughly worked his meat inside her.

"Slow ahhhhh! Slow down!" Mary cried out but he had other ideas.

Pulling her hair and yanking her head back he started fucking her even faster. His body was slapping against her's each time he buried it inside. Her bottom was flattening and a ripple moving through it from the force of his fucking. I could see both of their bodies were wet with sweat.
           

It is one thing seeing your own wife in a porn movie. I could guess that would be devastating, but this wasn't like porn, this was more like a nature documentary. It was like two animals copulating feverishly.
      

I realized too late that I was rubbing myself. I sat there jealous, frustrated and angry but undeniably aroused. It was like the time had stopped. He rolled her on her back, spread her legs wide and slide back inside. Mary was biting her lip and trying to push the arm of the couch with her hands while he was working in and out like a machine, grunting. My wife’s moans were coming out as little yelps each time he stretched her to the limit.
           

Then he groaned loudly and deliberately thrust inside her a few more times. Mary tried to hold onto something as he almost threw her body over the side of the couch. Then pushing his cock as deep as he could, he stood still with Mary impaled on his cock. He groaned loudly like an animal and Mary gave out a cry. Realizing he was pumping his seed inside Mary's unprotected cunt I blew my load too. Mary's whole body went stiff for a moment then started trashing under him, cumming hard.

They lay there for a while, Mary's face buried on the couch, red with lust or more likely, shame. "Get off me." I heard her silently whisper. Then he was off her, his prick plopping out with a wet noise.

She just lay there, her head buried as Mr Jones went to the bathroom. Then she stood up slowly looking down at the mess between her legs. I couldn't believe how much cum he had produced. Thick globs of cum were already leaking out of her and landing on the floor. She gathered her clothes and glared at him as he walked in naked.

"You are an animal do you know that? I'm not even on the pill," she said holding her dress in her hands.

"Yes and you just let that animal inside your married cunt," Mr Jones chuckled, making no attempt to get dressed, he sat on the couch.

"Why the fuck are you not getting dressed, you promised to drive me home. Wait, forget about it. I'm calling a taxi!" Mary replied angrily and started walking to the bathroom.

"We are not done yet," Mr Jones mumbled looking down at his crotch, seemingly trying to wake up his soft cock with his hand. Mary froze in her tracks and turned to face him. He chuckled seeing her look down at his crotch.

"Don't worry honey, I took a pill, maybe two. Ok, ok, three."

Mary wasn't listening as she yelled furiously "We are done! If you dare to tell anybody about what happened tonight, I swear, I'll say you forced me. You don't come near me or my family ever again!" Mary was trying to sound stern and composed, but I knew it was weak.

"Really honey? Do you recall that video? Your idiot son stealing from my living room?" He sounded oddly amused and I understood his meaning right at that moment. How could I have forgotten?

Mary seemingly didn't get it because she just stood there as another glob of cum leaked out of her and dropped on the floor.

Mr Jones was pumping his now semi-hard cock as he continued "Hmmm almost there. Does this room seem familiar?"

He had a spy cam! I was too late, too fucking late. He had all of it recorded and I had just sat here watching him use my my wife like a fuck toy. I clenched my fists in frustration and slumped down.
It was all silent; I think she must have realized his meaning at this point. Her eyes were probably darting around to see if she could spot a lens.

Mr Jones stood up holding his now erect cock in his hand. It was all silent until his gruff voice was heard again. "So say Mary does your wimp of a husband ever fuck you in the ass?"

I didn't wait for Mary's answer. I couldn't. I crawled back and walked to my car. I knew that Mr Jones' cock would be buried in her ass before even I got to my car.
      

End of Part 2