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My wife Lucy and I have been married for four years. We started dating in college — a small Midwestern school where I was a computer science major and Lucy was studying to be a teacher.
After graduation I went straight to grad school; Lucy landed a job as a history teacher at a local private high school. We got married a year later.
Lucy loved teaching. From her first few days in the classroom it became obvious that she was a natural; she had humor and rapport with the students that made everyone comfortable around her — from the jocks and queen bees to the shy nerdy types. Everyone loved her.
Lucy has an easy-going, vivacious charm that people find inviting. I’m a bit more of an introvert myself. I like to socialize, but I don’t chat up a room the way she can.
Lucy has these amazing hazel eyes that light up when she looks at you, and a cute round face framed by a halo of curly auburn hair. When she smiles the world just opens up.
Her figure is attractive, too, with perky breasts (B or C cup, I guess? I don’t really know for sure but I like them), and slightly wider hips. Lucy’s ass might be one of my favorite parts about her — it’s perfect. Firm but juicy, with enough curve to make you think about what it can do without it being over the top. A nice Nebraska farm girl, if you know what I gebze escort mean.
On warm days when Lucy heads to work in her light summer dress I can just imagine that all the boys in her classes must get huge hard-ons for her… (But that’s not where this story is headed. Bear with me.)
A year after I got my master’s I received a job offer from a tech company out in California. The position was exactly what I was looking for, and the pay was amazing (though the cost of living in the Bay Area was going to be a lot more expensive than our small college town). It seemed like the right idea, but it was going to be a huge transition.
We talked about it — I didn’t want to assume that we would make the move just for my job — but Lucy felt that this was an important step for my career and she wanted to me.
Everyone at Lucy’s school was devasted when they heard the news, but they understood. The head of her current school called the principal of a private school in the town where we were moving and gave her a glowing recommendation. This new school is the kind of place where CEOs and hedge fund managers send their kids.
The new principal called Lucy, and after a ten minute conversation he offered her a middle school Social Studies position. She was excited.
“It’ll be a switch gümüşhane escort from high school,” she said, “But I think the change will be fun.”
We were packing up our stuff, preparing to leave our three bedroom rental house for a small condo in California. It was a hot day, humid, and even with the fans on we were sweating as we lugged boxes and furniture to the truck parked in our front yard.
I put my arms around Lucy from behind, pushed her hair aside, and kissed the back of her neck. She leaned into me.
“Thank you,” I said. “Even though you haven’t complained I know this isn’t easy. It must be hard leaving a community you love for someplace totally alien.”
Lucy reached behind to wrap her arms around my waist.
“It’s scary, but I’m OK because I know we are in this together. Anything that happens we can handle as a team.”
I put my hands under Lucy’s t-shirt and felt her smooth, sweaty belly. Her hands moved down to squeeze my ass through my jeans, pushing me against her.
I reached up and cupped her breasts (she was braless in the heat), circling her firm nipples between my thumb and index finger, pinching them lightly. Lucy let out a sigh.
“It’s so hot… That’s so hot…” she murmured.
“You’re so hot,” I said, and moved one izmir escort hand down to unbutton her shorts. She maneuvered her hands to undo my jeans as we both tried to stay connected in that position — me pressed against her from behind, one hand on her tit and the other buried into her shorts and panties, stroking her unshaven mound that was wet with the heat of the day and her own juices.
Lucy dextrously found her way to my cock, reaching behind to free it from my jeans and boxers. She started stroking me slowly, then pushed me away and took to strides to bend over the small sofa that we were about to take out to the truck.
She pulled her shorts and panties down to her knees, then leaned forward and spread her legs for me. Her ass glistened, her pink pussy dripping.
“Glad we didn’t take this sofa outside yet,” I said, as I guided my cock into her moist hole. She moaned and tightened her pussy around my shaft.
“I wish we had,” she moaned. “It would be so hot to fuck outside, where people could watch us.”
That turned me on more than I imagined, and I grabbed her hips and pushed myself deep, fucking her hard and steady. She grinded her ass against me while I drove into her, tits swaying under the loose t-shirt, beads of sweat dropping onto the couch.
I finished inside her and she took off her panties to sop up the cum that started dribbling down her leg.
“That was awesome,” she said. “Now let’s finish packing.”
We loaded the truck and the next morning headed out to the West Coast. Little did I know what kind adventure was in store for us once we got there…
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