The Building Manager Pt. 02

Once I arrived home from the city on Wednesday night, I couldn't help torturing myself by watching the video of my wife, Casey fucking the building manager at her apartment. I had a raging hard-on and no where to put it.

I was flooded with emotions. I was angry at her for betraying me, afraid for the future, humiliated that I wasn't enough, embarrassed about going to a small soiree that was only an adulterous tryst in disguise and I was in denial that something like this could have happened to me.

A spouse's greatest fear is to find out that their partner has been unfaithful. They usually only find out ex post facto out of the partners guilt or faced with incriminating evidence, but to witness it in live action, I'm sure is a rare occurrence. I read somewhere that 90 per cent of affairs are never exposed.

I don't know why I used my phone to record her infidelity - a gut feeling, a little bird told me or a sixth sense. Whatever it was at the time, now seems to be poisoning my soul, taunting me to watch and become sexually aroused.

Frustrated, I got undressed, showered and went to bed. It was past my bedtime. I had to teach in the morning and it was already midnight.

Once I was cozy in my bed, I watched the video again, this time I masturbated to it, twice. I am not sure why it tantalized me so much, but it did...

The next morning, the sky was blue, the sun was shining and spring was in the air. It was a new day and I was in a great mood, even though my world had come apart at the seams. Lack of sleep, I suppose.

As I entered the school grounds, I made the decision to go into the shop Door, to avoid people and their curious questions about Casey's sudden departure from my life. No thank you. I'll take a hard pass on that one.

My first morning class was Wood Work, and one of the young ladies in the group, Rosalee walked up to me and gave me a sincere, tight, inappropriate, lingering hug. Her large firm boobs were pushed into my chest. It caught me off guard for sure. She was a beautiful girl with a pale complexion, dark hair, blue eyes and the nicest ass that I've ever seen in yoga pants.

She was jokingly flirtatious with me throughout her four years of high school, but this morning it seemed real. Rosalee was a little bold and a bit naive at times. A crazy combination in a hormone crazed teenage girl. Unpredictably dangerous would be the words that come to mind.

Rosalee asked how I was doing since my wife left me. She was a sincere young lady, with an honest, caring heart.

The previous week, we, as a class, had surprised Rosalee for her 18th birthday with a table saw cake and ice cream. She literally cried tears of joy.

In light of Rosalee's question, I gathered the group around and told them that my wife and I were technically still together, but her career was in the city for now and I asked that they quash any rumours that they had heard that said otherwise. They agreed but I was sure that they wouldn't follow through. I knew that a few of them would start new rumours and some would bring different stories back to me altogether.

All day long, as I had all week so far, I received text messages and questions from friends, staff and students. Small town life.

I saw Rosalee two more times that day and she hugged me each time when we were alone in the classroom, before the bell rang. I wanted so badly to touch her perky little nose, kiss her lips and squeeze her sweet ass in those LuLu Lemons.

At the end of that long, tiring day, I was actually looking forward to an empty house, sweats and t-shirt, TV remote and a few beers.

It was the beginning of April and daylight still disappeared early. I watched out the kitchen window as I finished up the dishes. Light faded, darkness grew, much like my mood.

Once it was dark, I heard a gentle knock at my back door. I never used the back entrance and wondered who it could be. That outside back light was burned out and I liked it that way.

When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was a white knit cap, long dark hair, penetrating deep blue blue eyes and red lipstick. It was Rosalee, all dressed up (I think), in a short black skirt and matching heels.

I knew in my mind that I should have just sent her home and shut the door, but I had just watched my wife's cheating video again and the beers told me to invite her in.

I helped my beautiful, young guest with her coat and hung it on a hook. Her freshly applied perfume was intoxicating. She was wearing a white, sheer blouse with no bra or camisole underneath.

Her breasts were fantastic, an easy 34D. Her nipples were visible, hard and her ariolas were a light brown. My penis jumped to attention and I did everything in my power, not to stare at her fine tits or dare to pull my phone away from the bulge in my pants.

I led her into the living room. Drew the curtains and offered her a soda. When I returned from the kitchen, she was sitting in my chair. I sat on the couch across from Rosalee and I asked her what she was doing there. She said that she wanted to make sure that I was OK and to see if I needed anything. Anything at all. Then she smiled that smile. You know which one I mean. "I'm a bit nervous, but I'll do whatever you want", smile.

Then Rosalee stood up, her long, slender legs were gorgeous. She lifted her skirt and showed me her pantyless, hairless, wet pussy. I rose to my feet to protest, but my dick and the video recording on my phone told me to shut the hell up.

I had made a promise to myself after my wife cheated, that I would never throw away another opportunity to sleep with a woman, but she was barely 18, does it count? The beers and my boner, assured me that it counted.

Rosalee stared at the bulge in my light grey sweats. She smiled and walked over to me, rubbed her hand against my cock through the now wet material, and it sprung up at her touch. I unbuttoned her blouse. Rosalee closed her eyes and tilted her head, moaning softly as I felt her wonderful tits. I placed my hand around her waist and pulled her into me. My hardness pressed against her as we kissed softly, then more deeply. She groaned and put her hands on my face and slid her tongue into my mouth, playing with mine, gently caressing my lips and driving me to madness as my cock now raged against her.

I broke away and took her by the hand. I led her down the hallway to my bedroom. As we stood beside the bed, she wrapped her arms around my neck as we kissed, our tongues weaving around each other. I placed my free hand on her lower back, then her beautiful little ass as I caressed her. She lowered her hand to my bulging sweats, and rubbed my cock from the tip down to my balls. I unzipped her skirt with one hand and laid her down on my wife's side of the bed.

Rosalee was visibly nervous now. I asked her if she wanted me to stop. She said she had fantasized of this for a long time and she was just very excited. Me too.

Using both hands, I slowly pulled her skirt off of her hips, down the length of her legs and removed her heels and skirt together, dropping them to the floor. I thought about the video and what the Building Manager did to my wife. I spread Rosalee's legs and pressed my tongue against her wet labia, collecting up her fresh cream as I moved up to her clit. I planted my lips on her pink rose and sucked it gently, driving her up the wall. She seemed very surprised at how good it felt. She arched her back and came all over my lips and tongue. Rosalee yelled out my name as her orgasm peaked and then she slowed to a whimper as it eased. She told me that it was the first time that she had ever cum that hard. Her pussy tasted like sweet, warm custard on a cold winter night. She made no move toward sucking my dick. I chalked it up to her being nervous and/or inexperienced.

Rosalee, with her beautiful, naked body before me, watched me as I swept over to her beautiful 34D's. I gently licked her nipples, and placed my lips on them and sucked them into my mouth, one by one. I kissed and caressed every inch of her sweet tits.

Her breasts were very firm. I scooped them into my hands and just marvelled at them. I told Rosalee how fucking beautiful she was and what great breasts she had. She told me she loved the feel of my cock and wondered what great things I could do to her with it. I tried the building manager's video move and knelt in front of Rosalee. I pushed my cock head into her and pulled back out a few times, then rubbed it against her pussy lips and slapped her clit with my dick as hard as I could. I loved watching myself tease her pussy and it drove her insane as she climaxed again. She begged me to fuck her. I slid my cock into her opening and it welcomed me in. It was tight but well lubricated as I eased myself into her searing heat. I pounded her for a few minutes but slowed right down, not wanting to cum yet. Rosalee spread her legs more, letting my cock drive deeper. I pulled out and helped her up and rolled her over onto her hands and knees. She seemed apprehensive, but I told her to trust me and that I wouldn't hurt her or do anything she didn't want me to. I pushed my rod into her sweet creamy pussy from behind and fucked her slowly, trying not cum yet. Her pussy was so engorged, my cock was singing with delight at her tightness. I pulled on Rosalee's hips as I drove my dick into her. She creamed my cock again. I caught my breath and then helped her up and I lay in her place and she moved on top of me.

It seemed so right that I was having my first extra-marital, sexual encounter on my wife's side of the bed. I placed my cock to Rosalee's pussy and she slid herself down on it. Her eyes rolled back in her head as this sweet girl pressed down as hard as she could then started gliding over my hardness. I held her beautiful breasts in my hands, slapped them and tweaked her nipples. She leaned forward, letting me suck those great tits as she fucked me. Her speed increased and her voice started wavering and she was ready to cum. I slapped both tits hard at the same time and her pussy erupted all over my cock as she screamed my name again. Her love lava flowed from her pussy onto my shaft and down to my balls. I was completely covered in the cum of an 18 year old girl.

Rosalee was exhausted, she dropped to my chest and we just lay there together, touching, caressing and kissing each other. She asked me if I felt any better now, and I told her just about as I pulled her over beside me. As I moved over on top of her, she spread her legs and I entered her again, this time slowly, deliberately and calmly. We made love, kissing fully, fucking fully. I enjoyed her tits and she enjoyed the site of me enjoying her tits. When it came time for me to cum, I placed both of my hands under her ass cheeks and squeezed them and I began to pound my cock into Rosalee's fine, young, tight pussy. I had more stamina than I thought, as it took a few minutes before I hit overload. She was getting close again too and we both came slowly and powerfully, not wasting any thought or energy on anything else but our moment of exhilaration. I was spent. Not an ounce of energy left. The stress of the past week had taken its toll as I fell asleep with Rosalee kissing and caressing my body.

When I awoke in the morning, Rosalee was gone. The only trace left of her was the smell of her perfume and the wetness of the sheets on my wife's side of the bed. No note, no text. She had showered as I noticed that the towel was folded properly on the towel rack.

I smiled as I pulled the curtain back and got into the shower to clean myself up.

***

Friday mornings were my favorite classes to teach, boys Shop for all three periods. They always sailed by, which is something that I desperately needed today.

My Friday afternoon classes were very different. Both were English classes, grade 11 then 12. I hadn't seen Rosalee so far that day. I wondered what was going through her mind. I wondered if she would treat me the same? Different? The last time I saw her, we were naked, and she was softly stroking and kissing my body.

The bell rang to signal the end of the fourth period. I anxiously awaited the arrival of Rosalee before the last class. I wanted to see her. I needed to see her. As students arrived for grade 12 English, I was disappointed that Rosalee was not among them.

Taking attendance, I called out her name, no answer. Someone spoke out that she and her Mom had an appointment in the city and that she hadn't been here all day. I acknowledged him and finished my attendance.

***

School was finished for another week and I was left with the prospect of a slow, boring weekend or a nice, relaxing weekend with nothing to do. Hmm.

I drove to the hotel off sale and picked up some beer, then headed to the grocery store and bought a few steaks.

I would spend the night watching my home movie starring my wife, Casey and the Building Manager, eat sirloin and drink beer. That was my plan until my cell phone rang.

Mary-Lou Wilder, my colleague who taught Phys Ed and Mathematics, asked what I was doing for dinner. She was a good looking woman, 5 feet tall, blonde, cheery, nice little body and she was recently divorced. She also talked so much that people avoided her when they could.

I told her that I would likely just cook a steak and drink beer. She told me that her ex had the kids for the weekend and insisted that I come over to her house and we could eat and drink together. I thought, what the hell, and accepted her offer.

We sat in her back yard and I drank a few brewskies. Mary-Lou was drinking something with ice cubes. She was wearing a pretty little yellow sundress. She had beautiful legs, nice tits and fresh make-up on. She looked like a 35 year old Barbie doll. She told me her ex was a cheating piece of shit and that she hadn't been laid in a long time. She asked me about Casey. I told her that my wife was a cheating piece of shit, and that I hadn't had a woman in a long time... Rosalee doesn't count. We laughed hard at that and she asked me if I wanted to go inside so she could show me around.

Well, we started at the kitchen, then down a hallway to her bedroom. She asked me what I thought so far. I looked into her pretty steel grey eyes and told her that I very much liked what I saw and wanted to see it all.

I gently grabbed her by the hand and drew her close to me. Using my left hand, I pulled her in and kissed her. Her lips opened and she pressed her tongue in my mouth. Both of my hands were now exploring her nice ass and she put her arms around my neck. We moaned and groaned. Mary-Lou told me that she was glad I came, but I told her that she'll know it when I cum. She smiled sweetly.

With that said, I reached down and I grabbed a hold of the hem of her sundress and pulled it up and over her waist, over her breasts and then over her raised arms and head, and dropped it on the floor.

I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. I unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were beautiful, very perky for 35. I put my lips over her small nipples and sucked them one at a time until I felt her cum. She pulled me to her, then pressed her tits into me.

She pulled at my t-shirt and lifted it over my head and tossed it. She pulled me in again, this time her boobs pressed against my hairy chest. I held her tight, kissing her hard. Using one hand, she slid it down the front of my sweats and grabbed my swollen cock. Her other hand was pulling my sweats down to the floor. I wasn't wearing underwear and her hand was covered with my pre cum.

She dropped and put her lips over my cockhead and sucked it. Her lips moved down my shaft, licking off the creamy cum from my dick. She played with my balls and sucked them both into her hungry mouth. I picked her up from the floor and laid her on the bed. I reached down, pulling off her drenched yellow lace panties.

I knelt down and pressed my thumb against her clit. She moaned lightly and then I reached into her drink glass and pulled out an ice cube and held it against her pink flower. She whimpered and struggled at the coldness against her, then I pulled it away quickly and sucked her cold clit into my hot mouth. She exploded onto me, covering my tongue and lips. She begged me to do it again. She came even harder the second time.

I then placed more ice into my mouth and sucked her tits. She kept cumming. The sensation was driving her crazy. She stopped me before she passed out and told me to fuck her.

My cock was a rock, the thought of the Building Manager's iron pipe inside my wife and my cock inside 18 year old Rosalee, was good news for Mary-Lou.

I used all I had learned from the Building Manager that week. My cock teased Mary-Lou at her pussy entrance. She came. Me, slapping her ass and pulling her blonde hair. She came.

I wanted to try her back door entrance, which she welcomed with pleasure. I came with a fury. Mary-Lou had no qualms about sucking cock or anything sexual. She was up for most of it, willing to try anything and everything as long as it got her off.

Mary-Lou climbed up on me, lowering her pussy over my face and took my cock into her mouth. Her cum was so sweet, it was like candy to me. Thoughts of Lik-M-Aid candy powder from my youth, came to mind..

She sucked my cock so well that when I came, she swallowed and quickly brought me to climax again. We fucked over and over again until we were listless. We took a shower and fucked once again.

Her ex was obviously a piece of shit. Who would divorce this passionate woman? I tell you that I've not cum that much in one night ever before or since!

Once we called it a night, it was ten o'clock. I walked the four blocks home because I drank too much to be able to drive.

It was a typical small town Friday night. Quiet with the odd loud truck breaking the silence.

Once I got home, I unlocked and opened my door. I could still smell Rosalee's perfume wafting in the air. I went to the bedroom, undressed and since I had already showered with Mary-Lou, climbed into bed.

I watched the video of my wife fucking the Building Manager once again, put my phone on the charger and closed my eyes to sleep.

I'm not sure if it was the drinking or the exhaustion, but I thought I heard a knock at the back door...