I followed through on my promise and visited the jeweler. She gave me a look when I asked that it be engraved with the words, 'Married to Jack, owned by Lamar'.
"Pick it up in an hour," she said.
I took it home and Geri greeted me at the door with a big smile. "Lamar has asked me to accompany him to his cabin for the weekend. I told him yes. I hope you don't mind."
"Of course not, babe." I handed her the little box.
She opened it, read the inscription, and pulling my face into her cleavage, said, "This is perfect. You're so thoughtful."
My head filled with her perfume and my mind pictured her with her black lover, his hands on her ankles and his cock buried to the hilt in her cunt.
The rest of the week flew by and on Friday afternoon Geri asked me to help pick out clothes for her weekend.
"Why babe? You won't be wearing any," I said.
She gave me a playful slap as she modeled bra and panty sets. She looked delicious. When we were just about done, she emerged from the closet wearing patent leather shoes, knee socks, a plaid skirt, and a plain white blouse.
"You look like a high school student, Geri."
"That's the point, Jack. I want my teacher to seduce me," she replied, stuffing her toy and all her sexy lingerie into a travel bag. There was a honk outside.
"That's Lamar. Gotta go, sweetie. See you Sunday night. I promise to give you all the details."
She gave me a quick kiss and ran out the door saying, "Remember, sweetie, no cumming until I get home."
That night, all day Saturday, and on into Sunday afternoon, I suffered through the exquisite torture of denial and fantasy, trying to get my mind off Geri and Lamar by watching college basketball. It didn't work.
My mind kept wandering, picturing Geri impaled on Lamar, his cum dripping out of her cunt and her mouth constantly. As my hand wandered to my cock, I remembered her words as she walked out the door, and ceased trying to bring myself some badly needed relief.
Finally, I heard a car door slam and Geri calling out, "Thanks. See you tomorrow."
She walked in the door, dropped her bag, and leaned over the couch and kissed me. I could taste the warm saltiness of Lamar's sperm on her lips. "Did you just..."
Interrupting, she said, "Give Lamar some road head? You bet. He's so delicious."
She walked around the couch, sat in my lap and started to undress. She opened her blouse, exposing her braless chest. She was covered in hickeys.
"Babe, did he mark you each time he fucked you?"
"Seems like it."
"Are you okay?"
"Better than okay, Jack. Let me tell you all about it." she said getting up to finish getting undressed.
Standing before me in pink lace panties, she began to get me undressed as well. "For starters, he said he loved the schoolgirl outfit. We played a lot of student-teacher all weekend. We hadn't been gone for five minutes and he had his hand in my panties and was finger fucking my cunt. He didn't stop fingering me for the half-hour trip. I was soaked. He made me cum at least four times.
"Once we got to the cabin, he took on the role of Mr. Lamar, Math teacher, telling me that flashing my panties at him in class was unacceptable behavior. I apologized, but he said I still had to be punished. He put me over his knee and spanked me. It hurt! But, at the same time, it made me horny as hell. I shouted out how much it hurt and he tore off my panties and stuffed them in my mouth. He sat me on his desk, flipped up my skirt and began eating my pussy."