Before I start, since you may just be joining us, you need to know that my wife is the goddess of sex. She's incredibly multi-orgasmic. When we're sober, she'll typically have a dozen orgasms in a regular session (you know, twenty minutes or so). But we got prescriptions for medical marijuana a few years ago, and found out that when high, she can come pretty much continuously, and I get so turned on that I can fuck her for hours, so she'll have literally hundreds of orgasms in a night.
We had an amazing night the other night. With the schoolgirl outfit that I described in another story, and all the taboos involved in that. But there was more to it. I wasn't sure there was any way to write about it that does it justice. So I’ve been sitting not writing it, but you know you have to start at some point because that’s the only way it’s going to get started. Here I go.
Part of putting on the schoolgirl outfit is: what is the scenario we’re enacting? It’s not high school; that would peg her as too young. So it’s college. She’s not wearing a uniform, she’s wearing it because she knows it’s hot. But I should still be in a position where I’m exploiting her in some way since that’s hot, too. We tried professor and student, and that didn’t work that well.
It worked better as a graduate teaching assistant and student, probably for about two reasons: one, it’s easier to imagine a twenty-six-year-old grad student being stupid enough to exploit his hot student than a thirty-three-year-old professor who’s sat through a dozen harassment training seminars; two, I was actually a graduate teaching assistant once and had some hot students come by office hours for no good reason.
Fortunately, I didn’t try anything. My point is, with an almost thirty-year history of built-up fantasies around the situation, maybe it all flowed more smoothly than it would have if I’d had to imagine being a professor, which I’ve never been.
She kept asking me what we were learning—the first thing I said was, "history of sex" and then "psychology of behavior," both of which I was pretty proud of, especially considering I was high and my wife was wearing a ridiculously hot outfit, which makes it pretty hard to think. But after that, I kind of ran out of ideas. Or maybe not, but when she asked, "What are we learning now?" a while later, I got confused, and that was kind of the end of the roleplay.
Don’t read too much into this; the roleplay conversations were like four or five lines, interspersed with hours of fucking and commanding her to behave. It’s not like we really act out anything complex or at any level of detail. It’s more like it sets a mood, and having that mood set, I, at least, get really horny.
We didn’t fill out the backstory much, but she needed to get a better grade or something, so she wore the slutty outfit to try to seduce me. And of course that’s wrong, so not only did I fuck her, but I threatened to turn her in for it if she didn’t come to my office weekly for the punishment that I would mete out myself. Namely, all the spanking and whipping, and cocksucking and fucking because, again, she was a very bad girl and deserved to be punished. But she is such a bad girl that she kind of liked being my submissive little slut and started to say "Please spank me," because that’s also bad and she knows it. And clearly, she knows how much I like it.
There was a point at which I put something else on her—some skimpy pink crotchless panties. They went on before the skirt came off, that is, we changed the underwear. I’m pretty sure anything under that pleated, plaid skirt will look incredible. And then there was a period of time when she had nothing on her midsection but was still wearing the crop top, pushup bra, and thigh-high stockings. I remember saying, "Oh shit baby, you have to suck my cock in that outfit," but then we got into doing something else, equally hot, I’m sure, and never came back to it, I don’t think.
Anyway, I mention this because, at some point when she was mostly or fully disrobed, she said, "What’s going on now?" I didn’t really follow; I think in her mind she was continuing the conversation about what we’re learning in school, but that was a long time beforehand, so I didn’t connect it up. Or maybe not. Either it felt like forever to me and wasn’t, because that’s what being high does, or it was forever, but since she hadn’t really said anything in between, she thought we were still in that conversation, which is also what being high does.