CHAPTER 2: FIRST TIME

The gym fell silent as Principal Richard Thompson stormed toward his wife and Marcus.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he shouted at Marcus. “Grabbing my wife like some kind of animal? I should suspend the entire team for this kind of disrespect!”

Tamara’s face burned with embarrassment. “Richard, it was an accident, I slipped and he caught me. Please don’t…..”

“Quiet, Tamara!” Richard snapped, turning his anger on her in front of the boys. “You shouldn’t even be here distracting them. Look at you, always parading around in improper dresses. Maybe if you had dressed like a proper wife instead of a slut trying to get attention, this wouldn’t happen.”

The boys stood respectfully silent, but their eyes flicked to Tamara with concern. Marcus stepped back, with hands raised. “Sir, I swear it was an accident. I was only trying to help Mrs. Thompson.”

Richard glared at all of them. “One more incident and you’re all suspended. Get back to practice. Tamara, we’re leaving. Now.”

Richard’s anger was suffocating. The entire drive home he didn’t say a word, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. The second they stepped inside the house, he slammed the door and turned on Tamara.

“You embarrassed me in front of those boys!” he shouted, face twisted with rage. “Do you enjoy making your husband look weak?”

Tamara tried to explain, voice trembling. “It was an accident, Richard. I slipped…..”

“Shut up!” He grabbed her arm and dragged her upstairs, he stopped at the bedroom door. “Go inside there, strip, kneel and wait for me.” He ordered and went downstairs, without a second gaze at her.

Tamara obeyed instantly without a protest, she knew better than to argue with Richard whenever he was like this. She opened the door, stripped completely naked, and knelt on the cold hardwood floor as instructed.

Her full DD breasts hung heavy, nipples already hard from a mix of fear and unwanted anticipation. Her shaved exposed pussy was still slightly damp from the earlier incident. She knelt with her knees apart, hands on her thighs, head slightly bowed, the thoughts of what happened earlier ringing lewd bells in her head.

Minutes felt like hours, she could hear Richard moving aimlessly downstairs…..slamming cabinets, and shouting loudly of how much of a slut she was. Tamara suddenly understood that, rhe waiting was part of her punishment.

Finally, the bedroom door opened. Richard stood there, still in his suit, looking down at her naked, kneeling form with cold anger.

“Look at you,” he sneered. “Kneeling like a cheap whore in your own bedroom. Is this what you want? To be treated like a slut because those boys were staring at you?”

Tamara kept her head down, voice soft. “No, Richard… it was an accident.”

He stepped closer and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “I said shut up. You don’t get to speak unless I tell you to. You embarrassed me today,” he yelled holding her chin, more firmly.

“You want to play cheap slut,l in front of those boys right! now you’re going to learn the place of a slut.” Richard unzipped his pants and pulled out his 5-inch already hard but pathetically average cock.

He slapped it against her face. “This is what you get when you play slut, because this is all you deserve.” He pushed her onto all fours and knelt behind her. Without any warning or foreplay, he shoved his cock into her.

Tamara gasped in frustration, after all his big talk…….his cock barely filled her. He started thrusting hard and fast, his hips slapping against her ass.

“This is your punishment,” he growled, slapping her ass hard. “This is what you get for embarrassing me.”

Tamara’s heavy breasts swung beneath her. Her nipples were aching, she tried to reach up to touch them, desperate for any stimulation. Richard noticed immediately and slapped her hand away.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself!” he shouted, thrusting harder. “This is punishment, not pleasure. You aren't meant to enjoy this.”

“Please Richard, I………”

“Shut up Tamara!” He slapped her butt. “You have no right to speak nor move, you will just take what I give you and learn your place.” He ordered, thrusting into her, but every thrust was shallow and unsatisfying.

His cock rubbed against nothing important. Tamara’s clit throbbed painfully with need, she bit her lip to stay silent, but small, frustrated whimpers escaped. Her body was on fire with need.

“This is what you get for acting like a slut in front of those boys,” he grunted, slapping her ass again and again. “You’re my wife. You belong to me, not those boys and not anyone else.” He fucked her for less than two minutes, grunting louder and louder, then he stiffened and came with a few weak spurts inside her.

He pulled out immediately, leaving her leaking and aching, completely unsatisfied. “Stay there,” he ordered, standing up and zipping his pants. “Kneel in your own mess and think about what you did today.”

Richard left the room without another word, slamming the door behind him. Tamara remained on all fours, cum leaking down her thighs, her body on fire with frustration. Her clit throbbed painfully.

Finally, when she was sure Richard was downstairs and wouldn’t return, she couldn’t hold back anymore.

She rolled onto her back on the floor, spread her legs wide, and slid two fingers into her cum-filled pussy. For the first time in her life, she ignored the voice of her strict religious upbringing. ‘This is wrong, good wives don’t do this.’

Her fingers found her swollen clit and rubbed in desperate circles. She closed her eyes and pictured Marcus’s strong hands on her breasts, the outline of his thick cock straining against his basketball shorts during practice.

She fucked herself hard while her other hand pinched and twisted her aching nipples, her brain replaying the feel of marcus strong hands on her breasts from the slip earlier, his powerful body pressing against her.

His image in her mind pushed her over the edge. She came hard, biting her lip to stay quiet, her body shaking with the first real orgasm she’d had in years. The guilt hit immediately afterward, but the pleasure lingered, leaving her breathless and shocked at how vivid the fantasy had been.

The fire instead of being quenched, was highly ignited…Tamara wanted more…..wanted those strong hands to grip her boobs tightly……she wanted him to dominate her.

The principal's wife slutty Era just began.