Caught in Study Room
794 Words
The door handle turned, almost opening
Then stopped.
Locked.
Caleb’s hand was still clamped over my mouth, his c**k buried deep inside me. We both froze.
Outside, his wife’s voice came through, soft but clear. “Caleb? You in there? I brought you dinner.”
He didn’t move, didn’t breathe, his d**k twitched inside me like it had a mind of its own.
"Shh" He saids, his voice barely audible
“Hide,” he whispered against my ear “Now.”
I slid off him fast, legs still shaking I'm barely walking.
The only spot was the narrow gap between the tall filing cabinet and the wall in the corner. I squeezed in, my back pressed to the cold metal, skirt still flipped up, c*m already starting to leak down my thigh.
Caleb yanked his sweatpants up, wiped his mouth, and opened the door like nothing happened
His wife stepped in carrying a plate. “Why’d you lock it?”
“Grading papers,” he said, voice steady. “Didn’t want the kid barging in.”
She smiled, set the plate on the desk, then stepped close to him. Real close. Her hand slid up his chest. “You’ve been working too hard honey”
Before he could answer, she kissed him. Not a quick peck; a real kiss; slow and deep, the kind that said she owed him and she wanted more.
Caleb kissed her back, but I saw the way his shoulders tensed. He was still hard and wet from me.
She reached down and palmed him through his sweatpants. “Mmm… you’re already ready for me.”
I laughed a bit. Only if she knew
I watched from the crack between the cabinet and the wall.
My hand slipped between my legs without me even realizing I was doing it.
Two fingers slid through my soaked folds, rubbing my c**t.
Hiis wife dropped to her knees right in front of him.
She pulled his c**k out and took him in her mouth. The same c**k that had just been inside me. That felt so wrong, and it only made me wetter
It felt so messed up, but in a good way
Caleb groaned low, one hand in her hair. She sucked him deep,, moaning while inside him, she loved it.
I fingered myself faster, biting my lip. The wet sucking sounds filled the room — her sucking, my fingers moving through my own mess.
I moved my finger faster now. Left to right fast motion on my wet clit
He pulled her up suddenly, bent her over the same desk he’d just f****d me on, flipped her skirt up, I saw his wife's boobs, I only rubbed faster at the sight
He slid inside her in one thrust, just like mine
She moaned loud. “Yes… just like that.”
He f****d her hard. The desk banged against the wall with every stroke. I rubbed my c**t in tight circles now, matching his rhythm, watching his c**k disappear into her over and over. My legs were shaking I was now shivering.
I was so close.
They didn’t last long. She came, gasping his name. He followed right after, burying himself deep and groaning as he filled her.
That was supposed to be my c*m😒
They stayed like that for a few seconds, breathing hard.
Then she laughed softly. “Come upstairs when you’re done. We’re not finished.”
“Give me 2 minutes dear, I'll be right there in a sec ” he said,
She kissed him once more and left.
The second the door clicked shut, Caleb turned the lock again.
He walked straight to where I was hiding, face flushed, c**k still half-hard and shiny from her.
“Get dressed. Now. You have to go. Now”
I stepped out, legs still wobbly. My fingers were still wet. I pointed it to his face to see how wet he made me get.
He handed me my hoodie and skirt without a word.
I pulled them on fast, not bothering with anything else. Before I left I grabbed his c**k in one very firm grip one last time, stroked it slow and thick, and kissed him, deep.
“Don’t forget me because of her, okay?”
He didn’t answer.
I slipped out the back door and drove home, still leaking, heart racing.
The house was dark when I walked in. I kicked off my shoes and headed straight to my room.
But someone was already there.
Sam.
Naked.
Hard.
Belt in his right hand, sliding slowly across his palm to his back
He looked at me — messy hair n flushed cheeks, skirt lost, no panties — then his eyes went dark.
“Where the f**k have you been?”
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