Married in School - a Naked in School story

My ex-wife Kim called and asked, “Hi Warren. Could Lindsey stay with you next weekend?”

“Sure. The twins, too?”

“No. Saturday I’m hosting an orgy at my place. Helen and Helga want to come. In both ways. Hahaha! Come and cum. Hehehe!” Instead of her usual calm seriousness she was quite silly, giggling like a little girl.

“An ORGY! They’re only fourteen!”

“We were thirteen when I gave you my cherry. Remember?”

“Are you all right? Have you been drinking?”

“Hahaha! No, but maybe I’m high on sex. My practice husbands give me an orgasm every two or three hours, the whole time we’re awake!”

“WHAT? Practice husbands?”

“We started a great new program called Married in School. Lester will visit you and explain everything. It’s amazing! Students can drink, smoke outside, and have sex in school. Teachers can screw their practice spouses in school, too! They even put glory holes in every classroom, so if a girl is out her practice husband can still get blowjobs. I love sitting on a cock while I suck one! I get all the sex and cum I want, and more! Married in School is the best thing that ever happened to me! You have to try it!”

“Wow! But when we were married, you were only in the mood a couple times a week?” I was concerned enough to risk starting yet another argument. “Seriously, are you intoxicated? Did you take drugs?”

“No! It’s simple biology! Testosterone. The more a woman has, the hornier she gets. Men transmit it through saliva and skin contact. Cum has a little in it, too. When we were married with kids, we were so busy we only got a half hour of private time a night, maybe an hour if we were lucky. But with four horny high school football stars kissing, groping, or screwing me half the day and most of the night... Hehehe!”

She lit a cigarette, then continued, “Many ancient civilizations used semen as an aphrodisiac, the Egyptians, Minoans, Seljuks. Sometimes deprived husbands would buy cum from a brothel and hide it in their wife’s food to...”

She was slipping into teaching mode. I had to distract her or suffer through a long lecture. “Yeah, I know. We took ancient history, organic chem, and biochem together.”

Her voice changed and I felt some nostalgia. “We had some good times, great ones. How is Del?”

She was an English teacher, my best friend, and occasionally a fuck buddy. As Principal of Eisenhower Elementary and Middle School, I was technically Delilah’s boss. We’d been very close most of our lives, since we shared our first kiss in kindergarten. If she were straight or mostly straight, instead of mostly a lesbian, I probably would have married her instead of Kim.

“She was doing great, until her girlfriends found out about each other and dumped her. I did my best to cheer her up last weekend.”

“Yeah, you two always cheat.”

I objected, “Hey! We had threesomes with her a dozen times, before that weekend! I didn’t think you would care if she slept over when you were away.”

“You didn’t ask first, or even tell me! You FUCKED her and kept it a secret! I had to hear it from a neighbor days later! We were married, and that’s cheating!”

“Hey! Stop! We argued about this a hundred times! I don’t want go over it again.”

“Me either!”

As usual, we made peace and were icily polite for the sake of our kids. She let out a big sigh and asked, “When should I bring Lindsey over next Friday?”

“I’m always home by seven.”

“The twins still want to move back to your place at the end of the semester.”

“I know, I talked to Helga yesterday. I’ll rent a truck.”

“Okay. Thanks for taking Lindsey.”

“No problem. Bye.”

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A few days later my boss Lester gave me the Married in School rules, and ranted and raved about it. I was excited but considered all the things that might go wrong, especially considering the minimum age was only thirteen. At lunch Delilah made me a stunning offer, “When you assign practice spouses, take my daughter Bethany. I want your twins. Assign me Helen. Then I can take turns with her and Helga, since most people can’t tell ‘em apart.”

“WHAT? Helga’s in love with a boy.”

She joked, “Instead of GAY dar, I have BI dar. The twins want boys AND girls. They last time they were with us, I caught ‘em staring at my chest. We already talked and agreed, I’ll share ‘em with their boyfriend Marcus. Don’t say anything, but he sleeps with both.”

“WHAT?”

“My hot little blondie Bethany has a crush on you, and she turned thirteen last Friday. That’s old enough for the program. I heard her bed squeaking, and she called your name.” She leaned with her cheek on mine, and rubbed my thigh through my pants. “Ummmm, Warren. I love you, Warren. Be my Daddy and my baby Daddy! FUCK ME, DADDY WARREN! BREED ME!”

I tried and failed to prevent my penis from swelling. “But... but Del, there’s no way she likes me! No way! She’s beautiful and I’m triple her age!”

“Yes, way. She pestered me to visit you or invite you over at least once a month since your divorce. She grew some cute little boobs over the summer. I had to buy her a couple 30 A bras. I’m pretty sure she’s still a virgin, if you want her?”

I was nervous about giving my twins to a much older woman, even my best friend. And the arousing but absurd idea of fucking a gorgeous girl slightly younger than my daughters! My dick reached full size and rigidity. “Um, I ah...”

“Beth has lots of questions about oral sex. Anal, too. Do you want to educate a horny little blondie’s mouth? Her tight tiny pussy, and maybe her butt, too?”

“Uh! Um...”

She suggested, “If you’re worried about me corrupting or hurting your precious daughters, I can screw ‘em in front of you? Just let us watch you and Beth.”

“Um... Wow! REALLY?”

She continued, “And Helen is VERY bi. I think she has a crush on me, my daughter, and her Daddy. Once I saw her pull your underwear out of the dirty laundry. She sniffed it a while, then licked it. Maybe you want to give her a taste directly from the source?”

Before I could recover from that stunning revelation, she added, “Beth might sleep with both of you, if I encourage her to try a threesome.” She licked the tip of my nose. “Or maybe a foursome! Do we have a deal?”