My wife had been fantasizing about fucking the janitor from the first time she saw him. They had begun a joust of flirting each time they had seen one another, every time leaving my wife’s panties wetter than the last.. My wife began strategically picking out her outfits each day, just for these chance encounters in the halls with the Janitor. She would purposely brush her body into his when squeezing by him, anything to get a quick feel of the monster hidden away in his pants. To my wife’s pleasure, all of this flirting finally came to a head when my wife decided to work late and caught the Janitor cleaning outside the school’s infirmary.
The school had begun to clear out as it had started to get late. Only the 2 janitors, my wife, and a few dedicated coaches and their teams still inhabited the school grounds (at least that we know of). Though my wife’s special crush didn’t know it, she was actually roaming the halls in search of him. As her footsteps echoed down the empty halls of the school she finally spotted him as she followed the hall around a bend. He was doing his evening mopping, wearing jeans, his favorite hoodie, hat and glasses. As soon as my wife spotted him she felt a sharp twinge from inside her panties. Just seeing his very well built body man handling that mop made her wetter than his mop bucket. How she wished he would grab her tightly and throw her around like that mop in his hand. She had imagined the things he would do to her so many times. Her mind began to drift back into one of her favorite fantasies with him, when he noticed her standing there at the end of the hall staring at him (possibly even rubbing herself). He broke the spell that she was under when his deep voice shouted out, “Hey Stranger!, you come to help me mop up?” My wife standing there holding her laptop bag over her shoulder, quickly snapped back into reality, laughed, while attempting to regain her composure. She nervously and excitedly approached him, feeling like he could see right through her, and knew all the nasty thoughts running through her mind.
Things started off normal enough, the witty banter, and holding gazes just a little too
long, The two had regular conversations so their personal space over time had pretty much evaporated. It had become the norm that my wife would reach out and touch his arm or gently slap it when he made jokes. In turn he felt equally comfortable whipping something from her mouth or helping her pull her hair out of her face. As they stood in the hall giggling, he finally told her he better get back to work. So my wife took that as her cue to leave. She purposely went around him on the side he was standing closer to the wall so she would have to brush her body into his. As her body ran along side his, he whispered, “better get home to your husband, Loser”. Without thinking, just as a knee jerk reaction to being called a “loser”, my wife responded, “Pshh, you want to fuck this loser”. At hearing that the janitor reached out and grabbed her arm (hard), stopping her now between him and the wall. When he pinned her to the wall, their faces were only a few inches apart. Face to face now, he looked her right in the eyes and told her that he did want to fuck her, “but what about your husband?”
My wife didn’t hesitate she began kissing him right there in the hallway, his hands all over her and her pussy flooding over like the Nile in July. In their fury of ecstasy she told him not to worry about her husband he gets turned on by me being a good little slut. “Are you a good little slut?” He asked. “Why don’t you take me in there (pointing at the infirmary) and find out. With a quick glance down both hallway corridors ensuring they were clear (remember, they were not alone in the school) he picked her up and carried her into the infirmary.
My wife and I are a real couple, and this story is 100% true. We record all of my wife’s adventures either through a phone, laptop or go pro. The janitor did not disappoint, he fucked her even harder than she had been imagining and left her a wet pile of slut jello on the examining table when he was through with her. If you watch the video you will see how truly amazing it is that they weren’t caught because my wife’s screams surely echoed up and down the halls of a school that was not completely empty. Email me if you would like A link to the video of him pounding her in the school infirmary and 2 short clips of videos she sent me playing with herself at her desk while Daydreaming about him.
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