Chapter 3

What a morning, I thought, as I changed out of my dress. My panties were soaking when I pulled them off, a mixture of doggy saliva and more embarrassingly, my own juices. I couldn’t believe what had happened in the last few hours, all those boys staring at me and stripping me with their eyes and that bloody dog, Buster. What was he up to? My body was tingling all over and I had this ache in my pussy, an ache I had never had before, something had stirred inside me and I felt so different, so ... so, god, I don’t know what I was feeling. My hand touched between my legs, making me jump with excitement, my lips were all swollen and it was so sensitive down there. My hand began to explore further, pushing inside, amazed with how wet I was, I moaned with sheer delight. Never had it felt this good touching myself, this was just on another level. I couldn’t stop and began fucking myself with my fingers, bringing an orgasm almost immediately, crying out as the most incredible pleasure swept through my body. I lay panting, my body feeling so good, better than I ever remember.

That evening Tom was all excited about his first day and equally excited about my first day, he was desperate to find out if I had a good day and if I could see just what he saw in this old place. We had dinner and both told the other what we thought and how happy we were to be here together. Tom was so happy and promised it would always be this good. We went to bed early and had sex, Tom was surprised by just how much I wanted it that night, I was all over him, sucking him and then fucking him, I actually sat on him and rode him, something I had never done before. Tom loved it, he wanted to know what had got me so aroused. I lied and told him it was his enthusiasm about today and I wanted to give him a treat. The truth was kept to myself.

For the rest of the week I pretty much stayed in the house, finishing the painting and waiting in for the new carpets and furniture, I kept myself as busy as I could, I wanted to take my mind off what had happened that first morning. A couple of times when I was painting up stairs I would gaze out of the window and look at the school in the distance, remembering Buster and those boys, hoping it would not happen again. As I looked out I could see the sports fields to the right, there was a group of boys playing rugby, I could hear their shouts as they chased each other around. To my left was a big open space leading to the woods, an area were the boys would go camping and learn outdoor skills of some sort. Tom had taken me there the first week, it was a huge area and one could walk for hours and still not see it all. Our house was in the most idyllic spot, surrounded by lovely countryside with beautiful views. On the Friday night Tom came home early and asked if I wanted to come and watch a play the younger boys were putting on, it was Hamlet. Tom had been asked to help out back stage with the props and wanted me to come and watch, some of his older boys were going and they suggested I come and watch with them, it would be nice for them to spend time with me. ‘Where would I sit? Would there be other adults there?’ I asked, slightly worried. ‘You would sit with the boys, six of my older boys are going, you will be in the third row from the stage, a perfect spot, and yes, other teachers will be there, we can have a drink in the staff room after. Please come, darling?’ He begged, pulling a sad face. ‘Of course, darling, it sounds like fun, I love Shakespeare.’ I grinned, hugging him as he playfully spanked my bum. ‘Stop that, it will good, some of them are really talented.’ Tom went to school after a quick bite to eat, leaving me with two hours to get ready. His instructions were to be dazzling, he wanted all the other teachers to be jealous of his new beautiful wife. I offered to wear the shortest dress I have with no bra, he said that would be lovely but perhaps not tonight. Instead I chose a plain sky blue summer dress that came a few inches above my knee, sexy but not over-the-top. The neck line was a little low but again, not too much. It was a nice dress that was meant to turn heads but not give the impression a loose woman was inside it. I was just about to leave when there was a knock at the door. When I answered I was surprised to see six elegantly dressed young boys, though they looked more like young men. ‘Good evening Mrs Baldwin, Mr Baldwin thought it would be nice if we escorted you to the hall, for the play.’ One of the boys quickly spoke. I looked them all over and was really impressed at how they all looked, so handsome. ‘Well, that is really nice of you all, thank you and please, call me Hope. And your names are?’ I asked, stepping out. They all introduced themselves before we started for the school, the one named Paul was the one who had winked at me, he was probably the best looking of the group and definitely the most confident. They were all so polite as we walked, asking me how I was settling in and how the decorating was going, even offering to come and help if I needed it. By the time we go to the hall I was totally at ease with them, they had made me feel so comfortable, it was really nice. When we entered the assembly hall it was almost full, I was surprised there was so many here. I said hello to a couple of teachers who were at the back before the boys led me to where we were sitting. Tom was right, we were in the third row with a perfect view. The boys sat three either side of me, Paul to my right and Edward to my left. Paul took my jacket and put it on the back of my chair, his fingers gently touching my skin as he took it from my shoulders. We all sat and waited for the play to start, Tom waving at us from behind the curtain. The boys carried on talking to me, asking so many questions about where I came from, what my parents did, where I went to school, etc etc. I told them everything they wanted to know, I enjoyed telling them, they seemed genuinely interested in me and I wanted us all to be friends. I even invited them all to dinner one evening, which they eagerly accepted. Mr Tate appeared on stage and told us the play was about to start, the lights dimmed and the curtain opened. Two soldiers appeared and started talking. Soldier one: ‘Who’s there?’ As soon as the first boy spoke on the stage Paul leaned into me and whispered in my ear, his arm touching mine, he told me the name of the boy on stage, what his parents did and where they come from. His lips were almost touching my ear, I could feel his warm breath as he spoke, I was surprised by how close he was but said nothing. A few minutes Edward did the same thing, this time about the other boy in the play, his lips actually touching my hair. I suddenly felt hot again, both boys were so close and I got goosebumps. Paul leaned in again, this time telling me about Mr Tate and his obsession with Shakespeare, his mouth so close I could smell his minty breath. My heart was racing again, this was almost intimate, his body was so close. It felt wrong but I did and said nothing, all the boys had been so nice and I didn’t want to spoil anything over something so trivial, so I just sat there. Next time Edward leaned in he put his hand on my forearm as he spoke, leaving it there as he told me one of the new boys on stage was an actual Prince, from Holland. When he leaned away he left his hand where it was, his fingers ever so slightly moving on my skin. Move your arm, I screamed in my head, but did nothing. Paul now did the same, whispering about the Prince and putting his hand on my arm as well, his fingers sending an instant bolt of electricity through my body. This was insane, I told myself, they are deliberately toying with me, it must be a dare or something, I thought. Both boys moved their fingers, barely but enough that I could feel it, it was nice and tickled a little but I knew it was wrong, but still I did nothing. I tried to concentrate on the play and ignore these silly boys, let them have their fun if it makes them happy, I told myself. Ten minutes later I felt Paul’s legs touch mine, again, ever so so slightly but enough that I felt it. He moved it away after a few seconds but then Edward did the exact same thing, they were a double act, playing with me. A few minutes later Paul leaned against me and told me it would be half time soon, his lips pressing against my ear, far more so this time. When he leaned away his leg pressed against mine and stayed there this time. Edward’s leg did the same, I was sandwiched between the two, both touching me with their legs and fingers, my body feeling all hot and bothered and my breathing definitely a bit ragged, I was almost in a trance as they rubbed me and touched me. We sat like this for another ten minutes or so before the lights came up and the curtains closed, it was break time so they could reorganize the set. Paul stood and asked if i’d like some refreshment. ‘Yes ... please ... uh ... i’m just going to the ladies ... i’ll be back shortly.’ I said, standing and following Paul as he made his way to the servery hatch. As Paul went to the hatch I went to the ladies, I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself, my face was red and I felt so hot, god what was happening? I asked. I needed a pee so sat on the toilet and pulled my panties down, when I touched them I could feel they were soaking and I could smell myself, I was aroused and you could smell it. My inner thighs were wet, too, my god I was leaking everywhere, what was happening to me? I took my panties off and peed, I couldn’t keep these on they would smell too much and I couldn’t have the boys smelling me, it would be so embarrassing. I got some toilet paper and washed my pussy, using the clean water from the toilet. As I rubbed myself I almost cried out in pleasure, I was so sensitive down there, god this was so bad. I couldn’t help it, I had to bring myself some relief, I needed to cum. My fingers went to work and in about 30 seconds I was cumming, moaning as a wave of pleasure washed over me, god, it was so delicious and so good. I cleaned myself up as best I could and threw my panties in the bin, hoping I would not leak anymore. When I got back to the hall Paul and Edward were waiting for me with a nice cool glass of orange juice, which I drank eagerly. We stood at the back for a few minutes while I finished the juice, both boys acting as if butter wouldn’t melt in their mouths. They chatted about the first half of the play, asking me if I enjoyed it and how good I thought the boys were, all so very normal. I looked at them closely, trying to work out if they were that clever of just really innocent boys, I couldn’t tell, they both seemed so nice. Again, I felt at ease with them, they were good at calming me and making me like them, such a gift they had. ‘Oh, that’s the signal, we better get back to our seats.’ Edward said, his arm gently going to my back and encouraging me to move. As soon as we were seated the lights dimmed, we were all back in the dark. When I sat I could feel the cool breeze against my pussy, reminding me I was naked down there. I felt weird, I could feel myself still aroused, knowing I wasn’t wearing any panties was actually making me hotter, get a hold, I told myself. My arms were on the armrest as I tried to relax a little, my legs closed trying to trap any escaping air, this was going to be a long hour. It didn’t take long for Paul to whisper to me, telling me one of the boys had missed his lines, his lips as close as last time. When he pulled away I leaned to him and whispered how surprised I was he knew the lines, my lips touching his ear. I pulled back as I touched him, wondering just why I did that, God, I was stupid. I was expecting Edward next and he of course obliged, whispering in my ear about something on the stage. Both of them were obviously going to carry on with this game, I had no choice but to let them, I could hardly walk out. What happened next really shocked me, Paul leaned in and began telling me about one of the boys being caught playing with himself in the toilets, his lips pressed against my ear. He had pushed my hair aside and deliberately made contact with my skin. It felt like he was kissing me, it was so intimate, even nice but so wrong.