The Reunion

Robert Parker pulls into his driveway after another soul-crushing office day, only to spot his wife chatting with the kind of woman who makes your chest tighten. Blonde hair catching the dying sun, big tits pushing against a tight blouse, she stands like she owns the sidewalk. Robert's stare locks on before his brain even catches up. His wife waves him over, all smiles. The stranger drops her shades, shakes out that golden mane, and the cocky smirk that follows knocks the air out of him. "Bobby Parker, what did you do with your homework this time?" Miss Fitz-Williams—his old third-grade teacher—looks straight at him like she already knows exactly what he's thinking. She’s older, sure, but age hit her like a fucking gift. Pale eyes, sultry smile, and an attitude that says she could wreck a man without breaking a nail. Dinner drags on; every casual brush of her hand on his arm feels like a dare. Robert tries to focus on the stories, but his dick’s doing the thinking and Miss Fitz-Williams knows it. When she finally heads out, Robert figures he survived the temptation. Then his wife offers him up as an escort. Coat over her shoulders, they walk in silence—her calm, him barely keeping it together. At her door she tugs his tie, voice low: "Anything?" Inside, the gloves come off. She drops to her knees, wraps those experienced lips around his cock, and takes him deep—slow, wet, greedy. Every inch disappears down her throat like she’s been waiting years for this exact moment. When she climbs on top, she rides like she owns the deed. Robert can only hang on, hips bucking, watching those big tits bounce while she uses every trick she’s learned to drag them both over the edge.