Her new self-confidence made Martha bolder. She and Steve managed to see each other two or three days a week. When she did not expect the boy, Martha got out of the house much more often than she had been used to. She took herself out to lunch. She went window-shopping. She visited the zoo.
To be on the safe side, she told Frank about none of these things. She did not want her big husband getting suspicious about her improved attitude. When Frank was around, she was just as docile and nervous as ever. She did not have to fake it. That was the way Frank made her feel.
But having so many other things to look forward to made putting up with Frank seem easier. She even hoped that she might gradually be able to make her husband come around to some of her own ways of thinking. She had new hopes for being able to instill some romance into their marriage. When she felt less tied to Frank, less dependent on him for human contact, she was able to see him more clearly. She realized she really did love the guy. They had been through a lot together, and she did not want to admit that shared experience meant nothing. She could even see that Frank depended on her a lot more than he would have cared to admit.
One afternoon, Martha decided to surprise Frank by going down to the school to meet him. She hoped she might be able to coax him into taking her out for hamburgers. It would be fun to go out on a date with a man she had lived with for so many years.
She pinned her hair up in a very attractive twist, setting it off with a pretty comb she had bought recently. She had started to buy little things to make herself look good. It was part of her new faith in life. She wore her contact lenses almost all the time now. Frank had not mentioned it, but she thought she had caught him looking at her once or twice with blatant admiration in his eyes.
Frank was neck high in test papers when Martha showed up at his office. The blonde was pleased to see he did not seem annoyed that she had come to meet him, though, being Frank, he did not look excited either.
"I thought maybe we could go out for something to eat on the way home, Frank. I've been saving a little something from my allowance. We can go dutch."
"Hell, Martha, it'll be my treat. But you're gonna have to wait around an hour or so. I promised the kids I'd get these back to them tomorrow. Can you wait?"
"Sure, Frank. I'll go down to the staff lounge and make myself some coffee."
"Okay… here's my key. It'll probably be locked up. I don't think there's anyone else around."
Martha felt light-headed as she headed downstairs. She could not remember how long it had been since Frank had been so courteous. She was beginning to understand that the better she felt about herself, the better Frank was feeling about her too. The boy Steve had done more for her than introduce her to some honest caring sex. He had helped give her the courage to change her whole life.
Her step was free and easy as she approached the staff room. She noticed at once that the outer door was open. She was about to push it wide when she heard a sound.
"Aaahhh… yessss… it's good like that!"
Though she realized whatever was happening was none of her business, she could not resist peeking through the two-inch crack between the door and the door-frame.
Martha's hand flew to her mouth. She was not prepared for what she was seeing.
A teen-aged girl was sitting on the couch against the far wall. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist. Her legs were spread wide. A boy was kneeling between her thighs, paying lip service to the exposed crack of her cunt!
Though she could only see his back and his bobbing head, Martha was positive the boy was Steve Manners!
Her teen-aged lover was betraying her with another girl! Martha felt as if she had just swallowed a lead weight!
Though she and Steve had never said anything about being exclusive, Martha had let herself believe that she was the only woman in his life. Though somewhere in her she realized her attitude was irrational, it did not help. She still made love almost every day to her husband.
She had no choice. It was her duty as a wife. And she liked it. She was liking it more and more, because of what her affair with the boy was showing her about herself.
Still she wanted to think that the boy was her own exclusive property. She wanted to believe he kept the skilled workings of his tongue for her cunt alone!
With her own eyes, she was facing the brute evidence of what Steve really did with his time away from her. He was swirling his tongue round and round the girl's clitoris, just as he did to Martha. He was drawing quavering moans from the redheaded teenager's throat, just as he did from Martha's. The older woman felt suddenly cheapened. She had wanted to believe she was something special for the boy. He had made her feel that way. Now she could only believe she was nothing but one in a long string of illicit affairs. He had not even bothered to find a safe place with this girl! He was eating her cunt right in the staff lounge! What if he were caught!
Martha realized the boy was just too cocksure for his own good. She would show him! She would show him he could not be so sure of her, for one!
But even though she had quickly resolved never to see the boy again, still she remained crouched outside the lounge door. The scene inside was a stimulating one, and without the complication of the boy's identity Martha knew it would make her cunt hot to watch.
The amazing thing was that, despite her anger with Steve, her cunt was getting hot! One look at the girl's slack aroused face made Martha's clitoris pulse inside her panties. She watched the redhead reach up and caress her tits through her blouse. At the same time she was churning her pussy-mound against Steve's face. The girl was no shy virgin! She knew what made her feel good, and she was not above helping the boy to coax her body to wanton ecstasy.
Steve, too, had noticed what the girl was doing. He paused over her wet open cunt just long enough to give her a command. "Open your blouse, baby! Play with your tits while I eat your pussy! I like it when you act like a little whore!"
With a groan of submission, the girl eagerly tore open her blouse. She was wearing no bra underneath. The firm round globes of her tits burst into view. Her pink nipples were swollen with arousal. Martha found herself inspecting the girl's tits closely, anxious to discover if they were more beautiful than her own. They were higher and harder-looking, but Steve had told her he liked grown women's tits best!
The little liar! Martha thought as she watched the redhead pull roughly on her two nipples that were sticking out like two short eager pink fingers. Again, the blonde's disgust with the boy faded into the background as she felt her cunt throb. It was so depraved, what the teenagers were doing!
Their reckless lust appealed to Martha's own sense of erotic adventure. In a sense, she knew, she envied the boy his freedom. He could go to her house and enjoy a sexual escapade there. He had the little redhead at school when he wanted her. Goodness knew how many other lovers he had stashed away. Though she resented his lack of loyalty, Martha felt her cunt flare. She was beginning to think that what the boy could do, she could do too. After all, she had gained a great deal from one affair with one handsome boy. Wouldn't multiplying the number of lovers multiply the good effects? It would be like giving herself lots of transfusions of good feelings!
The longer she watched the two teenagers stealing their pleasure from a frenzied moment, the more sure Martha grew of what she wanted. She forgot her obsession with Steve's betrayal and concentrated instead on watching the lurid scene that fortune had put in her path.
The redhead wriggled her ass down closer to the edge of the couch, driving her pussy into Steve's face. She pulled her feet up against her ass. She looked completely obscene. Her snatch could not have been more exposed to the boy's wanton tonguing. The look on her face told Martha she recognized her depravity, and she reveled in it.
The throbbing in her cunt grew more pronounced as she watched Steve paste his face to the girl's twat and work for her pleasure. He forced his tongue deep into her pussy hole. When she was squealing in ecstasy, he wriggled his tongue up to the enlarged nubbin of her clitoris. All the while he worked, the girl caressed and pinched and poked at her tits. Her moans trembled from between her parted lips.
Without realizing she was doing it, Martha began to wiggle her own hips in erotic little circles. She was familiar enough with the way Steve licked pussy to be able to remember what his tongue on an aroused clitoris felt like. Watching the girl's jaw drop in awe recalled her own reckless passion when Steve had lured her up to the brink.
"Aaaahhh… oh Steve… you've… Steve… you've got me so hot, baby!"
"Uh yeah, Anna… shit, your pussy's wet and ready, beautiful! I can't let something like that go to waste, can I?" He pulled his cock from his fly. It was swollen and purple. Martha found herself gasping at the sight of it. Her own cunt could have used the stretching presence of his cock at that moment.
He raised himself on his knees and guided his cock-tip to the girl's wide-open snatch. Without preparing her for the impalement, he grunted and drove his cock deep into her cunt. "Uh jeez, what a fine hot cunt, Anna baby! Wow! It's trying to eat my cock alive!"
Martha noticed how much looser his talk was with the younger girl. When he talked to her, no matter how wanton the situation they were in, his voice always carried a tone of respect. There was no respect in the way he addressed the girl. Martha got some small satisfaction from that distinction.
"Uuuuuuuuhhh… oh yeah, screw me, Steve!" She raised her legs up on either side of his neck and slammed her cunt down onto his cock. He gripped her asscheeks and impaled her over and over again. They were down to serious business now. Both their young bodies were rigid with peaking desire.
Martha dropped her hand down over the front of her skirt. Her pussy was incredibly excited from watching the lewd scene. The wanton way in which the redhead wrapped her ankles around Steve's neck and forced her pleasure from his cock made Martha feel weak with desire. She did not dare arouse herself further with her hand. She was on unsafe ground. It would be bad enough if Frank should appear now. Worse, if she had her hand in her panties.
So she watched and bit her lip to fight back the passion. She could see the boy's buttocks flexing in his tight jeans as he worked to fill the girl's cunt. She was pulling him into her with her legs and her greedy hands. She reminded Martha of an octopus. Though it was the boy who was screwing her, she had him stoutly in her grasp. Martha doubted he could have escaped if he had wanted to!
"Oh Steve… do it to meee! Screw meeee!" Martha's mouth fell open as she witnessed the incredible energy with which the boy serviced the redhead's steaming pussy. She realized he must have worked just as ardently when he screwed her. But then she had been so much a part of the action that she had not realized just how awesome it was. He was amazing! She almost regretted her resolve to ban him forever from her hot cunt!
Even as she watched the teenagers labor, she determined that she would find a boy just as talented as Steve was. If he had not had Steve's experience, then she would teach him. Everything she knew from all her years of loving. Everything Steve had taught her.
Not for a moment did she doubt that her next lover would again be a boy. She craved instinctively the excitement of seducing someone for whom sex was still something intense and panting and new. She did not want another man to boss her around. She wanted another boy, to please her, to woo her, to service her every need.
Martha was feeling almost as reckless as the girl and Steve were acting. But they had a way to work off their energy. Suddenly he was clutching her ass fiercely. She was grinding her pussy down onto his cock. They were cumming!
"Uuuuhh! Steve! Steve! It's beautiful!"
"Oh yeah, baby! It's good to cum in you-u-u!"
She watched them wriggle groin to groin until they had exhausted the last iota of their lust. Then suddenly reality grabbed hold of her. She realized she must hurry back to her husband's office, before he decided to come looking for her.
It turned out that her haste was unwarranted. Coach Roy still had a half-dozen papers to grade. Martha paced the halls while she waited for him. She was reliving the scene that had made the crotch band of her panties wet. She was plotting the next step in her illicit love-life.
She was banning her teen-aged lover for infidelity! How would she replace him? Where would she find a boy that would be hers and hers alone?
From out of nowhere came the image of the shy smile and the blond hair, the boy who had watched her so attentively the night she had brought Frank to dinner. Somehow, she was going to get that boy into her home. And into her bed.
Martha giggled to herself. Even she couldn't believe she had once seen herself as little more than her husband's doormat.
Now she was a Venus! A Joan of Arc! A maker of men!
She hoped Frank would hurry with his work. She had developed a terrific appetite. A mere hamburger would never do her now. Filet mignon, maybe!