His class wants to see him and Hannah have sex? The internship is crazier than he thought.
"And," Hannah adds, lying back on the mat, her skirt lifting to show her full thighs, "I want to try something I am curious about."
"What?" Ben asks, his throat dry.
"Um, are we really doing this in front of them?" he says.
Ben hates the idea of others watching. Hannah should feel worse, he thinks.
"I am embarrassed," she admits, glancing at her classmates. "I always defied you publicly, but now they know my true self. Still…"
Ben looks at the girls and gasps. "Sorry, Ben, my panties are so naughty," Emma says, lifting her skirt.
"Ben, do not stare," Sophie says, her hips turned, pink panties showing. "My butt is big."
"My breasts are small," Clara whimpers, blushing. "This is so shameful."
All twenty-three girls lift their skirts, showing their panties. Clara's black lace, Sophie's pink, Emma's cute stripes. Most wear plain white, but some have blue, green, or animal patterns.
"What are you doing?" Ben shouts.
He has seen half the class's panties flash before, their elegance hiding occasional slips. But never like this, all twenty-three pairs displayed, fabric folds clear.
"I told you," Hannah says firmly. "You can only touch me at this school."
"Right," Ben says, nodding.
"But I know men's desires run deep," she says. "Even married, you might look at other women."
"No way," Ben protests. "I would not cheat."
He lacks the charm to cheat, and Hannah's beauty leaves no room for others. Still
"You have been staring at their panties," Hannah says, glaring from the mat.
Ben flinches. "It is fine," she says. "I know you will not stray. But, besides the public internship, I need to try this."
"Try what?" Ben asks.
"Forgiving a cheating husband," she says. "Your cock is hard from their panties. I will calm it down."
"What are you saying?" Ben says, baffled.
Making him look at other girls' panties, then having sex in front of them? It is absurd, but maybe it makes sense to Hannah. The public internship shows their sex, and the girls' panties create a fake cheating scenario. Hannah wants to see if she can forgive him.
It is a clever plan. The girls' panties excite Ben, but loving his wife is different. It is just male instinct, as Hannah said.
"Ben," Hannah calls, her voice pained, pulling her panties off one leg, leaving them dangling on the other.
"Your cock is so hard," she says. "Did their panties do this?"
"I could not help it," Ben says. "You all showed me twenty-three pairs!"
His pants tent obviously. No man could stay soft. The girls keep their skirts up, hands steady, staring at Ben and Hannah. Some tremble, faces red, but their eyes never waver.
"I want to be a wife who forgives cheating," Hannah says, her voice firm. "Please, do not hold back."
"Seriously?" Ben says.
"I am always serious," she says, her face fierce, no trace of their usual sweet moments.
"Put your naughty cock, hard from their panties, into my pussy," she says. "I want to accept your cheating cock."
"Fine," Ben says, unzipping his pants. "Whatever happens, do not blame me."
He pulls out his hard cock. Screams erupt, "Oh my God!" The girls have never seen a penis, let alone a rock-hard one. To them, it must look like a weapon. A teacher showing his cock to students would normally lose everything. Yet, Ben feels a thrill, despite no desire to expose himself. Is this a new side of me? he thinks.
"But your body is not ready," Ben says.
He touches her pussy under her skirt. A wet squish sounds. "You are excited too," he says. "A naughty wife, turned on by being watched."
"No," she protests, blushing. "It is your wild face."
She denies it, but Ben knows she is aroused. "Here I go," he says.
"Okay," she whispers, trembling.
Ben guides his cock under her skirt, finding her pussy, and thrusts in deep. "Oh, it is in," Hannah gasps. "Your cheating cock, hard for other girls, is in my pussy."
Her body shakes, a small orgasm hitting her. "Your big cock, hard from their panties," she moans, her voice breaking.
"Yes, my cheating cock is in your tight pussy," Ben groans, feeling her walls grip him. He fucks her in missionary, lifting her skirt. Her pussy swallows his cock to the root.
The girls gasp, quieter now, stunned. They have never seen a cock, let alone sex, between their teacher and the class's perfect beauty. No one could stay calm.
"Oh, I should not love this cheating cock," Hannah cries, her voice desperate. "It feels too good."
"I am not cheating," Ben says. "I am not even looking at their panties now."
"No, you must," she insists. "If you do not, it is just normal sex. Fuck my pussy while staring at their panties."
What a wife, Ben thinks. Her demand is wild, but he complies. It is part of the internship, testing forgiveness for "cheating." The absurdity fades as he sees twenty-three pairs of panties, all fuel for past fantasies, while fucking Hannah's tight pussy. The thrill outweighs the shame.
"Oh, your cheating cock is amazing," Hannah moans, her body trembling. "I should not feel this good."
"Your pussy is so tight," Ben groans, gripping her hands, pounding her in missionary. Her 93cm breasts bounce under her blazer, untouched to keep his focus on the girls.
This "cheating" play tests Hannah's forgiveness. Her black hair dances, her body writhing under him, lost in pleasure before the class.
"Ben," she gasps, her voice breaking.
He grabs her waist, flipping her onto her knees. Her skirt lifts, showing her pale ass. He caresses it, then thrusts deep again. "From behind now," she cries, her voice shaking. "So deep, hitting my sensitive spots. You are too rough, too excited by them."
"No, it is you, loving this cheating cock," Ben says, gripping her ass, thrusting hard,slap, slap.
Her pussy, warm and slick, feels different, tighter with each rough thrust. "Sorry," she moans. "My pussy is wet from your cheating cock. Punish it more."
"I will fuck your naughty pussy hard," Ben says, pounding her,slap, slap. Her body sinks, hands clawing the mat, unable to hold up.