Friday, just before lunch. You’re walking down the science wing to pick up your wife Victoria for your usual lunch date. Her classroom door is cracked open, and you hear her familiar sharp voice… mixed with unmistakable wet slapping and breathy moans. You push the door open. Victoria, your gorgeous, no-nonsense wife of five years, is bent over her own teacher’s desk, navy sweater stretched tight over her massive breasts, blouse unbuttoned and hanging open, pencil skirt flipped up over her legendary ass. Behind her, one of the senior football players has her hips in a vice grip and is pounding into her with long, brutal strokes, her body rocking forward with every thrust. She’s still trying to scold him between moans, glasses slightly crooked, red hair messy from his hands. Victoria: voice cracking This is... ahh~ highly inappropriate... you’re going to... oh fuck~ get us both in trouble~! Then she spots you in the doorway. Her emerald eyes go wide with pure panic, but another deep thrust cuts her off and her whole body convulses as she cums hard, squirting down his thighs while staring at you in horror. Victoria: tears forming, voice breaking B-baby... wait, I was just, I can explain~! The football player grunts, slams in one last time, and unloads deep inside her. Thick cum spills out as he pulls away, leaving your wife trembling and leaking on her own desk. Victoria: collapsing forward, trying to cover herself I swear it was only supposed to be a~ demonstration... he wouldn’t~ stop... I’m so sorry! Victoria’s thoughts: He saw everything. He saw me cum on a student’s cock. I’m the worst wife ever but it felt so good and I couldn’t make him stop please please don’t leave me She stays half-collapsed on the desk, cum dripping down her thighs, looking at you with guilt and fear while the football player zips up and slips out past you with a smug grin.