The Building Manager Pt. 03

"Revenge is a dish best served cold". - Pierre Choderlos de Laclos

My weekend was very quiet, too quiet as a matter of fact. I had not heard from my wife, Casey in a few days. Probably doing monkey business with her Building Manager again. I did a lot of thinking on Sunday. What my life is, where it was going and what I should do, if anything, next.

Once I came back from that fiasco of a two person "dinner party" on Wednesday, I went through a myriad of emotions that were new to me. My twenty year marriage was essentially destroyed.

My mind was poisoned and yet I was sexually excited as I witnessed my wife in the throes of passion with another man. Every position explored, every orifice filled and my wife experiencing sexual pleasure that she had never encountered before.

Our sex life for 20 years seemed pretty mundane compared to her apartment encounter.

I had a one night stand with an 18year old student of mine, Rosalee. She made quite an impression on this broken heart. Her breasts, her legs, her sweet creamy pussy. She left me hard and longing for more.

Then, there was Mary-Lou, a short, blonde recent divorcee that fucked my brains out and still wanted more. She kept calling and leaving messages. I'd get back to her in short order.

There was this problem with the Building Manager to be resolved first. The burning image in my head of him fucking my wife in the ass, filling her pussy with cum, her sucking his cock. Her sitting on his face. All available with sound on my cell phone.

He was not the only one to blame for this, but I am sure that he was the one who instigated it. I wondered how many other vulnerable women in that 72 suite apartment building he had seduced. Did his wife know? Was their marriage an open one? All good points to be considered.

Then, an idea came to me. Hmmm. It just might work. I needed to try and put this plan in motion.

***

My first class today was a teaching spare, where I could catch up on anything I was behind in, make lesson plans or correct papers. I was interrupted by a knock on my door. I always kept it locked to avoid this very situation.

When I opened the door, Rosalee was standing there in her yummy yoga pants and a tight t-shirt. She asked if she could talk to me, so I let her in and closed the door behind her.

A big broad smile came over her face and she reached out and kissed me, telling me that she was sorry that she wasn't around on the weekend. She and her Mom had stayed with friends in the city both Friday and Saturday night.

I was glad that all of the various disaster scenarios I had imagined turned out to be nothing to worry about.

She told me that she was sorry that she left my house on Thursday night, but she was supposed to be home by 10 and it was already 9:15.

I told not to worry at all and that I had missed her. She looked like her heart melted and kissed me sweetly. She said she had missed me too, and asked if she could pop over later. I nodded yes and she patted the front of my slacks and was surprised that I had a stiffie already. She turned, and went on her merry way, happy as a lark.

***

At lunch break, I made a phone call to the building office where my wife, Casey was now living. A woman answered and I recognized her voice, the Building Manager's wife. She did not recognize my voice and I gave a false name when I asked if there was an available suite I could look at.

We made arrangements for a viewing on Wednesday night. Kate, the building manager's wife, said that her husband couldn't show the suite that night (that is exactly what I thought), he would be at his Wednesday bowling league but she could show it to me. I agreed and told her it was a date, then.

Kate was about 40, brown, shoulder length hair and bangs with grey bits throughout. She stood about five foot five. She had a nice little body, but didn't seem to care much about her appearance.

Her slacks were a bit on the tight side, but her ass was one of her best assets. Her breasts were medium in size and it looked like she wore the wrong size bra. She was a 5, with the potential to be a 7.

***

The rest of the school day was just a formality now that I had finished the heavy hitting on my plan. Just two more days and shit was going to hit the fan. I hoped anyway.

My last period was also a teaching spare, so I called up a lawyer, recommended to me by my good friend and colleague, Mary-Lou Wilder, whom I knew intimately, and put the second part of my plan in motion.

That evening, I was pretty excited for a visit from Rosalee. I hoped that she would be wearing the same tan colored LuLu Lemons that she had on earlier. Like a kid on Christmas Eve, I couldn't wait for darkness and a knock at my door.

I had changed the sheets on my bed, done a bit of laundry, made myself something to eat and drank 3 beers.

I had grabbed a sturdy box from work earlier, and put a lot of my wife's things in it. Momentos, jewelry, nick knack's, paddy whacks and... you get the point. I'll courier it out to Casey on Thursday from work.

I made a tray of Jello shots and placed them on the nightstand in the bedroom along with a small dish of ice cubes.

I watched my wife's dirty little video on my phone again, but looked at it in a different light this time. I still had a hard cock, but better places to holster it now. The people on this video are going to pay their dues in two days.

With that last thought, I realized that it was dark outside and two minutes later, came a knock at the door. I was about to open it when the handle turned and in came Rosalee. She still had her school clothes on. I was excited. She was excited. I was wearing gym shorts and a school t-shirt.

I caught a whiff of her perfume and inhaled deeply. She greeted me with a kiss so hot, it made my brain fog up. Her tongue was all over mine and she almost sucked my tongue out of my mouth. She kissed me with such a fury, like it would be her last.

This time, she grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. Once there, Rosalee dropped to her knees and gently bit my cock through my shorts and using her teeth, she slid them along the length of my erect manhood. I was loving this more aggressive version of Rosalee. I assume that she had had some liquid courage before she came over.

She placed her hands into the sides of my shorts and pulled them down and off of my legs. My cock bounced. She grabbed my ass with her fingers and looked my cock square in the eye and sucked it into her mouth. She was taken aback by the slightly sour taste, so whatever she was doing, she learned on-line or from a girlfriend, and I was the happy guinea pig.

She was the opposite of the other night when she didn't suck it at all, but I wasn't complaining.

Rosalee continued giving me head and then she lifted my penis up and started licking my balls and sucking them. I urged her to start stroking my cock with her hand as she went down on me.

In no time at all, I was in a fever pitch and she would not relent. She stroked me faster and put her beautiful lips back onto my cock and sucked and stroked my base.

I let out a bellow, held her head in place and shot my load into her gorgeous mouth, cumming in her throat and on her tongue and those pretty pearly white teeth.

She gagged a bit, but recovered to allow me to finish uploading between her lips. Her mouth stayed on my dick until there was no cum left in it.

She swallowed my offering then downed one of the Jello shots I had left on the nightstand. Rosalee then stood to her feet and kissed me hard, her tongue searching for some lost treasure.

She slapped my ass cheeks and squeezed them in her hands. My hands were already on her yoga pants. Her ass was delightful through that material. I slipped my fingers into her waistline and rolled those LuLu Lemons off of her backside.

I pushed her down on the fresh sheets and removed her running shoes, then she lifted her ass as I eased her pants off of her and set them on the floor.

Rosalee tried to slip her panties off, but I stopped her. I knelt in front of her, and licked her wetness. I used my teeth to grab her clitoris and gently rubbed it between my teeth. She gasped. I put my lips on it and sucked that clit through the satin.

I stopped and quickly pulled her panties off and grabbed an ice cube from the dish on the night stand. I popped it in my mouth and started licking her pussy. She gasped quickly as the cold melting water was running between her pussy lips. I started sucking her clit and moved the ice around in my mouth and placed it directly on her. She grabbed my head and bucked at the cold sensation and then I rubbed her with my thumb. Rosalee was about to let go, when I used the ice cube again. I took the ice out of my mouth and used my lips to suck the tip of her rosebud and used my tongue in the middle to warm it up again.

She moaned my name and pulled my face into her wetness as she exploded on my tongue. She came three times in succession as I kept sucking her. When she was spent, I cleaned up the cum and swallowed it all.

My little friend was now back in action and I went to mount her. Rosalee stopped me and said she wanted to fuck me tonight, not the other way around. I took her hand and helped her off of the bed. She kissed me and spun me around.

Rosalee pushed me over and gave me such a naughty look - hungry, lustful and determined. She climbed onto the bed and straddled my legs. She placed her pussy over my cock and slowly creamed it on the bottom. She reached in with her hand and pushed my dick to her opening.

She watched my face as she slid down on my pecker. Rosalee looked like a lioness ready to devour her next meal. Luckily, I was the meal.

Rosalee paused, reached over to the nightstand and downed another Jello shot. She was so beautiful. Her long, dark wavy hair and that milky white skin were amazing. Those blue eyes were glorious. She was looking into my eyes. Her focus was razor sharp and I watched as her bare pussy pressed against my pubic hair.

She told me to keep looking in her eyes. The emotion I saw in them was for me only. It was astonishing to me that she wanted and desired me at this moment over anyone else.

Rosalee started to move slowly on top of me. I could feel my cock being moved inside her, forward and backward, in and out. I just let it happen.

Rosalee was in complete control and she knew it. Her tight pussy pressing against my girth. My hands were gripping her hips, following her lead as she slowly picked up speed.

She started moaning, saying my name, and digging her nails into my chest as she moved. She kept rocking me, then moved her hands above my head, leaned forward and told me to suck her tits.

Rosalee's breathing quickened as I sucked her 34D's hard. She told me to slap them, and I obeyed. She sat back up, her fingers now entwined in my chest hair.

Using both hands, I slapped her tits hard and she yelled out my name as she gushed over my cock, shaking and writhing with pleasure. Rosalee soaked my shaft and her cream slid down to my balls.

When I felt that warm sensation of her pussy juice on my ball sack, I bucked her and came deep within her. She kept rocking, finishing her explosive orgasm just as I finished mine. Our juices flowed and dripped out of her and onto me and the bed.

That was the best riding orgasm I had ever witnessed. When I told Rosalee that, she smiled and then a look of satisfaction crossed her face. She bent down and kissed me on the lips and then flopped over on top of me, catching her breath.

As I felt my dick soften, the warmth and softness of her tits just laying on my chest took over my mind. It was an incredible feeling. Her swollen labia pushed my soft pecker out of her satisfied pussy with a whoosh. We both let out an audible moan.

We lay there together, talking, kissing and fondling. She asked me what I saw in her. I told her other than how incredibly beautiful she was, it was her vibrance, intelligence, caring, and understanding. Her laugh, her smile and the way she tossed her hair when she talked with me. I told her she was sexy as fuck.

I think she liked my answer, because she began kissing me passionately again. She asked when we could do this again. Every night of the week I thought to myself.

I told her that we needed to be careful. No more than a couple of times a week, three at most. We made a date for Thursday night.

Satisfied with that answer, Rosalee and I showered together, we lathered each other up, rinsed off and then we kissed and I made love to her from behind under the running water.

***

I woke up on Tuesday morning in a great mood. Getting laid by a young, hot, voluptuous woman is amazing. Life, as it is right now, could not get any better. Well...

It may be more incredible tomorrow night, if everything goes to plan with the Building Manager's Wife...