My story is rather tame but true, and happened in the summer of 2019. I am a 48 year old male and married with two children. My wife works away a lot and, one weekend, I went to a school quiz on the Friday evening on my own to join a team made up of other parents: one married couple and a recently divorced, single mum, Laura. The quiz was being hosted by the PTFA of our children’s junior school in a village near Nottingham. I am a teacher at a comprhensive school a few miles away. Laura was, at the time, early forties, pretty, brunette, petite size 8ish, and was widely rumoured to have had a boob job after her divorce (husband had met someone else). Even with layers on, she often struggled to contain her easily erect nipples and she had often been the source of conversation amongst the dads. This particular evening, Laura was wearing a pair of smart jeans, a black top, and a thin cardigan. The top showed off her cleavage and my gaze often strayed onto her tits during the evening. However, the cardi never came off during the quiz - I think she realised how inappropriate that would have looked - and that was that. After the evening had finished - not late, 10ish - I offered a lift to the couple and to Laura, all of which had been knocking back the subsidised beer and wine. I duly dropped the couple off and then started the half a mile or so short drive to Laura’s. At this point, she removed her cardigan and must have known that her tight vest top, quite obviously no bra, and very hard nipples would catch my eye. We carried on talking and she told me that her daughters were staying at their dad’s that weekend. I plucked up the courage to cheekily ask why her nipples were so hard (she might as well have been topless!) and she sort of innocently laughed and said that’s the effect it has on her when she’s cold or aroused. Now, had she been cold, she probably wouldn’t have removed the cardi, but I chickened out of progressing the conversation further for fear of looking a bit of a dick. We arrived on her street shorty after and, with the finishing line in sight, she then said “Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m aroused?” I played along and mumbled words to that effect and ahe told me that, since her divorce, she hasn’t been on many dates but really looked forward to getting in her bed at night and playing with herself until she came all over her fingers. She told me that she often dressed up to do it and has had the most intense orgasms this way, far more that through real sex. As she was telling me, she was lighty brushing her nipples through her top and giving me a look that screamed trouble. Still unsure where it was going, I told her that I would be thinking about that image when I got home and it would probably have the same effect on me. “Why don’t you come and watch me?” she said, dutch courage obviously taking hold. “Erm.....” “Come on” she said, “just watch, no touching” I found myself getting out of the car and following up up the path to the front door., nervous as hell. We went in, and she immediately told me to wait five minutes in the lounge before going up to her room. In those five minutes, I should have left; I should have made my excuses and just gone home, but I was now intrigued, and thinking with my increasingly hard dick, and I really wanted to see Laura’s tits whilst she fucked herself. I went upstairs and could already hear her moans of passion as I approached the bedroom door. The room was dimly lit but I could see her lying on her back in full school uniform: white blouse (several buttons open) striped tie, tartan school and knee length white socks. She was fingering herself alright, her other hand playing with her tits, and she seemed completely oblivious to me being stood next to her bed. She was quite obviously in the throes of an orgasm and was shouting out “Fuck me, Sir. Fuck my pussy with your big cock!” It was quite a spectacle to watch and I was really looking forward to getting home and wanking over this image, but then she opened her eyes and made a move for my dick. “Wank over me, Sir” she said. “Cum on my big tits for me!” It just seemed like a natural progression to unzip my jeans, pull down my shorts, and to start slowy stroking my now hard dick whilst watching her get off in this tiny outfit. Growing impatient at not seeing all of her tits, I gently pulled at the remaining buttons and this encouraged Laura to fully undo the shirt and exposed the most pert, magnificent breasts I have ever seen. They have obviously been enhanced at some stage, but those hard, dark nipples were definitely all hers, with the striped tie still draped between them. Still stood over her on the bed, I reached down and replaced her fingers with mine in quite simply the wettest pussy I have ever touched. She was absolutely sopping and gasped as I started to finger fuck her perfectly smooth fanny. “Do you want me to suck your dick, Sir?” she asked. I was a little uncomfortable with the various references to “Sir” but I still neverthess encouraged her mouth over to my engorged cock and the feeling of her hot breath as she clamped down onto me was just something else. She sucked and wanked me furiously and I was close to cumming down her throat. Then she sat up on the edge of the bed and let me fuck her mouth, her hands around my thighs pulling me into her as I held her head, ready for spunking into her. She suddenly stopped, lay on her back, tits compleley exposed, and started to finger herself again. “You can’t fuck me, Sir”, she said “My boyfriend wouldn’t like it” She started to wank me again, pre-cum dribbling out of my dick, and moved the tie away from her cleavage. “Do you want to cum on my tits, Sir” she said. I chanced my arm: “No, I want to come inside your wet pussy”, I said, trying to steer my dick towards her sopping fanny lips. Instead of backing off, she faux-protested and guided my hard dick into her pussy and made the most extraordinary gasp as I slowly slid my whole length into her. I just held it there, taking in the feeling and taking the opportunity to kiss, suck and lick those magnificent nipples. I adjusted our position so we were both now fully on the bed, in missionary, and slowy fucked her for several strokes until the hardest ejaculation I have ever had, deep into her. I tried to carry on fucking her but I was spent. In the next few moments, I tried to take in what had just happened. I had fucked Laura, the talk of the dads at the junior school, the most amazing tits and figure, the smoothest, wettest pussy, and the sluttiest of outfits. We had a sort of conversation afterwards; no regrets, just how good it had felt and that this outcome was obvious from the car journey (I hadn’t realised that at the time!) and she told me that she’d fucked two of the other dads, both of whom had helped her in some other way (one car related, the other DIY related - pardon the pun) but she disn’t tell me which two! She obviously knew I was a teacher and decided to test my resolve. I buckled, but was always aware that I was fucking someone in their forties. We showered and she sucked my dick hard again before another quick fuck on the bathroom floor and me emptying the last of my cum into her. I wasn’t home late - maybe 11.30ish - and I wanked myself silly several times that weekend until my wife returned on the Sunday. Since then, although lockdown has had an obvious impact, I have fucked Laura many, many times, often in tiny outfits such as tight PVC dresses, strappy tops, a Halloween costume and make-up, and little summer dresses that scream “fuck me”. I know it’s wrong, and every single time I’m saying to mysef that it’s the last time, but then the pics and videos arrive on WhatsApp and the dirtiest of conversations and I end up going round and screwing her on the sofa, in her shed, in the shower, on a sun lounger, on the kitchen worktop, and cumming absolutely wherever I like, and long may it continue.