The German Teacher Pt. 01

"That probably is the reason why your colleague Anna can't resist her lovers," Frank whispered rolling a condom over his cock with his free hand.

After gently pushing Sandra on her side, he entered her pussy in an instant. Never before had that happened that quickly.

"Oh god, Frank," Sandra moaned, "that's so naughty!" Her eyes were focused on the couple fucking on the screen.

Frank knew what they were doing could lead them on very thin ice, but he just couldn't control himself anymore.

"I know this Abam wants to do this to you," Frank said, giving his wife a hard thrust, which caused her to moan. "He wants to fuck you like the guy in this video."

Sandra didn't respond but started moving her hips to meet my thrusts with more force.

"Do you think you could take it?" Frank whispered in his wife's ear. "Do you think you could take such a big, African cock?" He slowed the pace to prevent him from cumming right at that moment.

"Mmmm, honey," Sandra said and bit her lip in an obviously aroused manner, "I don't know. I'd have to find out."

"If you had my permission," Frank went on as he resumed fucking her faster, "would you like to find out?"

Sandra's breathing was now quick and heavy and her moans grew deeper and deeper.

"Do...Uh! Do you give me your permission?" Sandra managed to say, obviously just seconds away from cumming.

"Yes, my darling!" Frank managed to say, "You have my permission!"

Never before had that happened. Never before had Frank and Sandra had an orgasm at the exact same moment. As his wife's body began to tremble and shake from what Frank assumed to be the most intense climax he had ever given her, his throbbing cock unleashed a mighty load of cum inside the condom.

It took them both several minutes to recover from their climaxes. Frank had withdrawn his cock from his wife's pussy, turned her on her back and let her lay her head on his chest. Their breathing synchronized and a feeling of deep relaxation was expanding within Frank's body.

"Frank," Sandra said after what seemed to be ages, "what are we doing? Do you really... Do you really give me permission to... do intimate stuff with my students? And do you really WANT me to do it?"

Frank left his gaze focused at the ceiling, carefully avoiding any eye-contact with his wife. He remembered what he had said, and he was ashamed of it. However, now Pandora's box had been opened, and he had to deal with it. Knowing he and their marriage were standing at a crossroads, there could be only two alternatives: Telling her the truth or burying his fantasy forever.

"Yes," Frank said.

"Yes, what?" Sandra immediately asked. Frank could feel her anxiousness.

"Yes, I want you to explore this... topic further..." Frank said, immediately getting goosebumps after saying it.

It had been said. It had happened. Frank had known all the while that revealing his new fantasies to his wife could bear immense and severe consequences for both them and their marriage, but there they were.

Neither of them was able to go to sleep so they talked. Frank revealed his dark thoughts, the images of Sandra with a black man and how much it turned him on. Sandra, on the other hand, confessed that there were times indeed when she felt attracted to Abam at least, and that she had had one or two little thoughts about what an affair like those of Anna would feel like.

They both agreed that they were going to let all of that sink in and have another talk before either of them would take any step in any direction. Frank knew his wife loved him more than anything, and he felt the same for her. Keeping that love intact was going to be paramount and the main consideration behind anything that was going to happen or not.

Several days passed. Although Sandra hadn't brought up the topic anymore, Frank was absolutely sure it had to occupy her mind just as much as his. In fact, he even had difficulties to really focus on anything else. Even at school he had to think about Sandra being with a black guy from time to time, not allowing him to stand up in class in order to keep his erection hidden.

The next Thursday arrived. Sandra came back home on time for dinner. The fact that she complemented him for the great salmon steak with cooked vegetables made Frank quite happy. It had been the first time in a while that he actually cooked a proper diner.

One of the highlights, however, was the whine: Although Frank knew that a white wine should be chosen with fish, but he knew Sandra's absolute favorite was Spanish rioja, so he had bought two particularly good bottles. It didn't take them long to finish the first, and right after dinner, they had already emptied the first half of the second one. Frank welcomed the calming and comforting effects the alcohol was bringing him.

"Alright, darling, I don't know if now's the right time, but maybe we could have that little talk we agreed on a few days ago. You know, the talk about what would happen now... Or not happen!" Sandra started the conversation Frank had so long been dreading and looking forward to at the same time.

"Yeah, we definitely should talk things through," Frank agreed. "It's always good to be on the safe side." He quickly got the dishes into the kitchen, poured them some more wine and sat down just opposite to his wife with his hands folded in front of his head.

Sandra took another sip from the wine. "Well, I guess I just ask right away: Are you okay with me - and I really can't believe I'm asking this - engaging in more than just friendly interactions with one or more of my new students?"

Frank's heart was pounding so heavily that he almost felt it was going to jump right out of his chest. This was it. It was the final stage where he could stop it all. He could end it with a few words.

"Yes..." Frank herd himself speak like he was a listener sitting next to the married couple. "Yes, you can do that."

Sandra gulped. "Okay. And you're also okay with you not doing anything outside our marriage? I understand you get excited thinking about me with someone else, but I just couldn't ever bear knowing you having been intimate with another woman."

"I'm perfectly okay with that," Frank immediately answered. Never had he thought about going astray and never would he.

"And we promise that you and me is the most important thing!" Sandra had tears in her eyes. "Nothing shall be done against one of our explicit wishes. If either of us wants to end this whole thing, it ends, full stop."

"Yes," Frank agreed.

Sandra and Frank were looking at each other. The silence in the room was almost deafening. She was about to say something, but just before she could, Frank came over, lifted her up and pulled off her jeans and panties.

He sat her straight on the table before him and undid his belt. Sandra was leaning back on her elbows as Frank let his pants and boxers slide to the ground to reveal his fully-erect cock. He put on a condom from his pocket, moved closer and slid his cock right into his wife's already soaking pussy.

Frank began moaning loudly as he started aggressively pounding into his wife, whose legs he was holding. He looked her directly in the eyes as he was fucking her.

"Oh Frank!" Sandra moaned, "I can't believe we're actually doing this!"

"Neither can I, baby!" Frank said under his heavy breathing, "It all seems so unreal to me."

"What if I told you that Abam has invited me to join them in their room in the refugee center tomorrow night?" Sandra suddenly asked. "They want to celebrate someone's birthday. Should I go? Anna and I would be the only white women there..." Sandra bit her lip.

The thought of Sandra actually going there and spending leisure time with them, maybe even drinking some alcohol, was a huge turn-on for Frank, still fucking his wife very hard.

"Yes", Frank said, trusting his wife that her students wouldn't mean any harm, "go. Have fun and enjoy yourself!"

Sandra moaned with pleasure. "Even though you know something could happen?"

"Yes," Frank was now pounding her faster, "maybe I want something to happen."

"Even if I decided to sleep with Abam? If I decided to let him put his big, black cock inside of my little, married pussy?"

Hearing his loving wife talk like that turned Frank on beyond limits. He let go of Sandra's legs and reached for her hips to pull her body into his with every thrust, thereby maximizing his pleasure.

"Oh yes, my darling! You have my permission! Let him take you and own your little, white body!" Frank told Sandra, feeling his orgasm approaching.

"You had better go and buy me some XXL-sized condoms, honey," Sandra suddenly said with a mischievous smirk on her face. "If I don't have any tomorrow, I might end up pregnant with a black baby!"

Suddenly, Sandra was cumming hard on Frank's cock, which sent him over the edge as well, and he emptied inside his condom.

24 hours could go by in an instant or they can drag on forever and ever. Frank felt the latter, because Friday evening couldn't arrive fast enough. It was the first night Sandra would go to the refugees with no boundaries that would restrain her in any way. She would go there with a woman having affairs with several of those African men, and she would meet at least one of them who had a real crush on her.

Frank got hard thinking about it on his way home from work. At home, he couldn't sit still and walked up and down the hallway several times. Sandra had announced she wouldn't be home until seven since she had to supervise a school festival.

When she finally came home, Frank greeted her in the hallway and gave her a kiss.

"Wow, have you had alcohol?" Sandra asked with a frown on her face.

"Yeah, I had some wine. Do you want some too?" Frank said.

"Actually, yes," She answered. "I'm a little nervous..."

Sandra took a few sips, kissed Frank on his cheek and went up to get herself ready.

When she came down again after about 20 minutes, Frank felt his throbbing cock trying to penetrate the fabric of his pants. Sandra was wearing a blue top which revealed a decent amount of cleavage, a black, tight skirt which stopped about five inches above her knees, matching bra and panties and shoes with moderate heels. Her hair was open and she had applied a basic level of makeup, highlighting her natural beauty.

"How do I look?" Sandra asked with a smile as she was standing before Frank.

"Absolutely gorgeous!" Frank answered without a moment of hesitation as he was looking at his lovely wife.

Was he really foolish enough to allow his beautiful darling to go to that refugee center all by herself? With the aim of having an affair? Was he crazy?

Frank got goosebumps as Sandra walked up to him and embraced him, giving him a passionate, loving kiss.

"Any second thoughts, honey?" Sandra's eyes were inquiring his, apparently looking for any sign to abort it all.

Frank shook his head as his erection was pressing into his wife's crotch. His hands wandered around his wife and cupped both her ass cheeks.

"I want you to enjoy yourself tonight," Frank said, opened her purse and put an XXL-sized condom he had bought on his way home inside.

"Honey, you know I'm not the easy type of girl," Sandra gave him a wink. "I probably won't need it since I usually don't let a guy sleep with me on our first date."

Hearing his wife talk about having dates and sex almost caused Frank's hard cock to ruin his pants.

"You'll never know!" he said and kissed Sandra on the forehead as the taxi honked outside. "And now go! And have fun!"

Sandra smiled at him and went outside. He closed the door behind her and waited until the taxi had driven off. The point of no return had been passed.

The next couple of hours were the most stressful, challenging and tormenting ones Frank had ever had to endure in his entire life. As he was waiting for Sandra to finally return, he imagined what she might be doing. Was she just sitting there, talking to people? Was she kissing a black man in the hallway, apart from the others? Was she openly snuggling with Abam in front of Anna, who would ask uncomfortable questions? Was she having sex right now? Question after question invaded his mind, until Frank, with the help of a little whisky, finally doze off in the armchair in the living room.

There was a noise. Frank opened his eyes. A quick glance at the watch told him it was one o'clock in the morning. He quickly realized that what he was hearing was the sound of a key opening the front door. Sandra was back!

As fast as he could, Frank rose from the armchair and ran back into the hallway. He arrived just in time to welcome his wife entering the house.

Something was different. The woman in front of him was not the same woman he had said goodbye to a few hours ago. Her hair was windswept, the lipstick was gone and her mascara had been smeared.

She was just standing there, her head lowered to the side, and with a grin on her face as she was looking at Frank from the corner of her eye. He could smell the alcohol from her breath.

Frank took a step closer to Sandra and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Are you alright, honey?" he asked her.

Sandra looked up at him and nodded with a slight, tipsy smile.

"Did something happen?"

Sandra bit her lip and nodded again, a mischievous grin now covering her mouth.

"Oh god, darling!" Frank almost cried out in joy, pulled his wife close to him and gave her a passionate kiss as he put his hands down to cup her lovely ass.

While Sandra gladly returned his kiss, Frank immediately noticed two things. The first thing was that his hands couldn't feel the panties through the fabric of her skirt. She had taken them off! The second thing was that the taste of his wife's mouth was different to the one Frank was so familiar with. She tasted a little funny. She tasted salty!

Frank broke from the kiss and looked his wife in the eyes.

"Do you still have the condom?"

Sandra bit her lip again and shook her head.

To be continued...