"Hannah? Why are you not in class?" Ben asked, turning, the basket clattering.
"I told friends I felt sick, going to the nurse," Hannah said, still in her PE shirt and bloomers. * As your wife, it is my duty to help, * she thought. "I wanted to help you clean."
"Not here, it is school," Ben said, glancing at the door. Their internship was approved, but being alone risked gossip.
"It is fine. Do you care?" Hannah asked, stepping closer, her shoes squeaking.
"Of course. You are loved here. Gossip would hurt," Ben said, his voice low.
"I do not care about gossip," Hannah muttered, then glared. "But you stared at other girls."
"What?" Ben said, startled.
"You stared at Sophie, Clara, and especially Emma," Hannah said, her voice sharp.
"No, I was watching the game," Ben said, his words stumbling.
"I saw your eyes," Hannah snapped. * I am your wife, I notice when you leer. *
"You watched me that closely?" Ben teased, smiling.
"No," Hannah said, blushing, shaking her head. "As your wife, I stop you from eyeing students."
"You did not stop me," Ben said, leaning closer.
"They did not see, so I stayed quiet," Hannah said. "You took me twice this morning, but you still stare at them."
"Calm down, I just glanced," Ben said, raising his hands.
Hannah pouted, her cheeks puffed. "Will you pleasure yourself to them tonight?"
"No way, I want your mouth or pussy," Ben said, his voice husky.
"Good," Hannah said, then frowned. "What are you doing?"
"Your thighs are right here," Ben said, kneeling, the floor cool. He kissed her legs, rubbing their softness. "I have kissed every inch. They look so hot in bloomers."
"You are silly, getting hard over bloomers," Hannah said, squirming. "Do not suck so hard, you will leave marks."
"No one checks thighs," Ben said, kissing deeper, his lips warm on her skin.
Hannah sat on a vaulting horse, the wood creaking. Her breath hitched, her voice trembling with pleasure.
"Your bloomers are perfect," Ben said, standing to hug her, kissing her neck softly to avoid marks.
"Sex at school is bad, right?" Ben asked, his breath warm.
"You know it is," Hannah said, her body arching into him.
Ben slid his hand under her PE shirt, cupping her bare breasts. "No bra? Copying Emma?"
"You stared at her chest too much," Hannah said, her nipples hardening under his touch.
Rubbing her breasts sent sparks through him. "These are mine," Ben said, pinching her nipples gently.
Hannah gasped, twisting on the vaulting horse, her thighs quivering. "Your hands are so dirty, my nipples are hard."
Ben sucked her breast through the shirt, the fabric sticking to her skin. "This shirt is washable," he said, nibbling her nipple, making wet *slurp* sounds.
"Stop sucking so hard, we are at school," Hannah pleaded, her voice desperate.
"Your pussy is dripping," Ben said, sliding his hand into her bloomers, feeling her soaked panties. He slipped a finger into her slick pussy, stirring slowly.
Hannah cried out, grabbing his cock through his pants, stroking firmly. "Your cock is huge."
"Your pussy is so wet," Ben said, her juices coating his fingers.
"Let us play more with these bloomers," Ben said, pulling her to the floor, the mat soft beneath them.
"What?" Hannah blushed as Ben lay down, positioning her for 69, her pussy above his face, his cock near her mouth.
"I will lick you, you suck me," Ben said, his voice husky.
"Okay," Hannah said, her breath hot, nervous.
Ben kissed her ass through the bloomers, then pulled them aside, licking her pussy. His tongue slid over her wet folds, tasting her sweetness. Hannah gasped, sucking his cock, her lips eager, tongue swirling around the tip.
Ben sucked her pussy hard, his tongue probing her tight hole. Her juices dripped onto his chin. "Your licking is too much, I am cumming again, fourth time," Hannah said, her body shaking.
"Keep cumming," Ben said, sucking her clit, making her quiver. * Your pussy is all mine to taste. *
* I am your dirty wife in bloomers, * Hannah thought, sucking his cock deeper, gagging softly as it hit her throat.
"Your blowjob is wild," Ben groaned, his cock throbbing.
"Cum in my mouth, fill it with your thick cum," Hannah said, sucking harder, her lips tight.
Ben's cock burst, cum flooding her mouth, *spurt, spurt*. Her pussy squirted, soaking his face. "Your cum is so tasty," Hannah said, collapsing onto him, licking his tip.
"Your pussy is a mess," Ben said, sliding a finger into her slick hole, feeling her pulse.
"Your cock is still hard," Hannah said, licking it slowly. "Take my pussy now, fill it."
Ben sat up, kissing her deeply, then pushed her bloomers aside, rubbing his cock against her wet pussy. Her juices coated him, warm and slick.
"Wait, can we use this?" Hannah asked, holding a condom, her fingers trembling.
"Your cum is too much, it might leak in class," Hannah said, biting her lip.
"Put it on with your mouth," Ben said, smirking.
"With my mouth?" Hannah hesitated, then tore the packet, placing the condom between her lips. She leaned down, sliding it onto his cock with her mouth, rolling it down fully. "Hard to do," she mumbled, lips brushing his shaft.
"Take me now," Hannah said, glaring playfully. * Not for Emma or the others, for me in these bloomers. *
"You are my wife," Ben said, kissing her, their tongues tangling.
"I am the only student you take here," Hannah declared, pushing her bloomers aside and sinking onto his cock. Her body trembled as her pussy swallowed him.
"Taking you in bloomers at school is unreal," Ben groaned, thrusting up, her tight walls gripping him.
They hugged tightly, having sex face-to-face, savoring each thrust. "Your cock is hitting my womb," Hannah cried, grinding to feel him deeper, her pussy clenching.
"Your pussy is so tight," Ben said, grabbing her bloomer-clad ass, thrusting harder. Her juices soaked the fabric, their wet *slaps* filling the air.
They kissed wildly, tongues wrestling, bodies slapping together. "I am cumming in school, so wrong, so good," Hannah gasped, her voice shaking.
Ben sucked her breasts through the shirt, pounding her pussy. "Your pussy is squeezing me, I am close," Ben said, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Me too," Hannah said, yanking off the condom. "Cum inside me."
"It will leak in class," Ben warned, his cock throbbing.
"I do not care, fill my womb," Hannah said, grinding faster.
Ben thrust deep, cumming hard, flooding her pussy with hot cum, *spurt, spurt*. "Your cum is burning me," Hannah screamed, cumming too, her body shaking.
They kissed, his cum still spurting, her pussy milking him. She cleaned his cock with her mouth, licking softly. "Your shirt and pussy are soaked," Ben said, eyeing the wet spots.
"Your fault for licking over my shirt," Hannah said, sucking his tip gently. * So tasty. *
"I can stop the leaking," Ben said, bending her over the vaulting horse, her bloomer-clad ass up. He pushed the fabric aside and thrust his cock in again.
Hannah gasped, her pussy clenching. "More?"
"Just pushing the cum out," Ben lied, thrusting hard, loving her bloomers. Her ass jiggled with each thrust, the storage room quiet except for their wet *slaps*.
* I love him taking me from behind, * Hannah thought, cumming twice fast, her pussy quivering around his cock.
"Tell the class about our internship?" Ben teased, thrusting steadily.
"No, they cannot know I am this dirty," Hannah said, shaking her head. * These girls are pure, this would shock them. *
"All virgins?" Ben asked, curious.
"Probably, I am the only one who is not," Hannah said, her voice breaking as he hit her deep spots.
Ben thrust gently, knowing she was his. He reached around, lifting her shirt to grab her bare breasts, rubbing roughly. * He is mine, but he might want others, * Hannah thought, jealous yet trusting.
Her bloomers drove him wild, still on as he took her. Hannah glanced at the old schoolhouse through the window, an idea forming, but his cock pulsed, ready to cum again.
"Cum in me," Hannah said, clenching tight. He filled her pussy again, both cumming hard, her cries echoing. * So full, so good. *