Chapter 1. The Opportunity and Setup.
My wife and I decided to get out of the fast lane of the high tech world. We had an opportunity to take jobs that were offered to us by a friend who knew we were a little burned out. He was on the board of a private school that dealt with children or young adults who were trying to get their lives together. It was for those who had made the tough decision to try to get a high school diploma after run-ins with the law. It was a kind of boarding school for miscreants. Since we both had advanced degrees and plenty of experience, he got us a chance to interview for the positions and we were accepted.
We would be taking over as the and of the school. I would be the headmaster based on my experience in the military and as a leader and manager. My wife, who has the English degree and writing experience, would be the dean.
After we moved into the house reserved for the headmaster of the school, which was directly adjacent to the school property, we settled in to what appeared to be a normal academic situation, albeit with youngsters who had had problems and were trying to do the right thing. Most were between the ages of 17 and 22.
When we moved into the offices, we found that our two offices were adjacent with a connecting door and we each had an administrative assistant outside on opposite sides of the two offices. The planning had not been perfect for this converted old public school, because our offices shared a common wall with the men’s and women’s bathrooms. If there was ever a backup in the sewage, it was going to be monstrous in the offices, but so far so good.
My wife and I have always had an excellent physical relationship, and we had discussed several times moving to another level, but stress, jobs, and everything else in life interfered. This would turn out to be our first opportunity.
The layout of the offices was rectangular with a storage closet in my left corner and my wife’s right hand corner. They were next to each other with the wall of our offices between them. They were recessed right next to where the men’s and women’s bathroom stalls were. One day, while in my closet getting something, I neglected to turn the light on and was retrieving something quickly, when I saw light coming from behind a stack of boxes that was nothing but a bunch of old files. I moved the boxes and noticed that there was a small handle there. When I pulled the handle, it pulled back on hinges a small piece of plywood that was hiding a small hole. I bent down and checked it out. I had a bird’s eye view just behind the last women’s room stall, the handicapped stall, at the toilet. The hole was very small. It was barely large enough to get a good view, but as I stood there wondering who made the hole, the stall door opened and a young woman entered. I was transfixed by being able to peek in on her. I quickly closed my closet door so that there was no chance for any light from my office to give me away. I sat down on a box quietly and watched her go to the bathroom. I decided to approach my wife with a plan to expand our horizons.
After the young woman finished and left, I studied the layout. The storerooms shared a wall that turned out to be just a couple of sheets of plywood that must have been thrown up quickly, because it could quickly be taken out. I went through the adjoining door into my wife’s office and checked out her closet. There wasn’t a pre-made hole in there, but I figured it would be easy to make one.
I formulated my plan the rest of the afternoon and discussed it with my wife that night. We would make a hole for her to watch and with the boys and for me to watch and with the girls and then come up with a way to circulate a rumor about a “glory hole” type of operation. We had visited some of the sites on line and discussed it, but never got around to trying it. I was dying to have my dick sucked through one by a stranger and have my wife do the same to another man. In this case, it would be much more of a thrill because of the situation. We would start the rumor and see if some of the older students would attempt it. Of course, in our busy schedule, it might be a little difficult, but we could definitely work on it at lunch.
We made the hole on my side a little larger, at least for my dick. It’s not long, only about 6-7 inches, but has good girth. On my wife’s side we made it large enough for me, too, in case there were some well endowed men. Finally, we made some cuts into my closet so that I could put a special one-way mirror in there and watch the young ladies as they sucked my cock. My wife decided that it was best for her to do it anonymously and that was what excited her.
With this plan made, we then had to make sure the rumor got started. It only took a couple of questions like we were asking some of the older students about this rumor, before it was rampant. Now we waited.
One Friday during lunch time, we took our lunches into the closet and sat quietly, hoping for something to happen. It did when we heard a young lady enter the stall next to my office. I immediately checked her out (nothing too young would be acceptable), and it was perfect. She was one of the nineteen year old girls. She was a little like with a couple of tattoos, dark hair, a lithe body (probably about 5’5” and 110 pounds), and great sucking lips. I watched her take down her pants and panties and sit on the toilet, and my wife started undoing my pants. I let her pull them down and stroke my dick a couple of times. I was hard instantly. Then, I did it. I stuck my dick into the hole and watched her reaction. She gasped, then immediately recovered and acted very nonchalant as she reached over and ran her fingers over it. It felt heavenly. Suddenly, my wife came up next to me to watch, too. As the woman started stroking me, my wife ran her hands lightly over my ass, tickled my balls and kissed me very hard. I looked back down just in time to see the young woman turn and bend forward. Oh my god! She was going to suck me! My fantasy was about to come true! She licked it very lightly all around the head and then very carefully wrapped her lips around it and started a light sucking. She still had her panties down and started stroking her pussy. She leaned back and looked at my dick and her saliva that had made it so wet and slick. She seemed to be studying it; the veins, the way it was throbbing, and its general size. She very slowly leaned forward and took as much as she could into her mouth. She wrapped those wonderful lips around my cock and swirled her tongue across the bottom of the head and moved her head back and forth slowly as I stood there transfixed. My wife continued to watch her and was stroking my balls. I was in heaven. My cock was as hard as it had been in quite a while and was starting to throb heavily. I’m sure she could tell that my dick wasn’t going to last too long. Suddenly, the young woman increased her sucking and tugging with one hand on my cock while she stroked her clit and pussy. I was going to blow my load really early, I could tell. I started moaning and that automatic thrusting instinct starting happening. That made the young woman start sucking hard and I could tell she knew by my actions that I was going to cum. I started fucking her mouth strongly and finally came in several large spurts. She just kept sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing. When I stopped thrusting, she carefully backed off it and looked at my dick. She then took it in her mouth again to clean it off. My dick twitched and she giggled. I slowly pulled back and she sat back, opened her legs wide and started furiously rubbing her pussy. She was desperate for release and my wife and I watched as she got off, cumming loudly and moaning so much that anyone in the bathroom would have known that she was masturbating. When she finished she stood up, straightened herself and left. I turned to my wife and she had her pants down around her knees masturbating, too. I dropped to my knees and started licking and sucking her clit and pussy. I put two fingers in and sucked on her clit and she grabbed my head with both hands and started moaning and groaning. It was probably too loud, but she was past caring. She held on to my head as I ran the rough part of my tongue over her clit again and again, and now with three fingers going in and out of her pussy as fast as I could. Suddenly she stiffened and held my head like a vise as she cried out that she was cumming. I didn’t let up until she started to collapse to the floor.
Finally, with both of us sitting on the floor completely spent, we knew that this was going to be amazing. We also knew of some other things that might make it even more interesting. Hear about that in Chapter 2.
story by: Deadeye_76
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