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THE FORBIDDEN TUTOR IV

Author: Dezire
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THE FORBIDDEN TUTOR 4

The office door swung open.

Sapphire Zephyr stood frozen in the doorway, suitcase still in hand, her sharp eyes widening at the sight. Her husband, Elias Zephyr, was buried balls-deep inside his twenty-one-year-old student.

Rhiannon was bent over the heavy oak desk, dress bunched around her waist, legs spread wide, moaning through the final waves of her orgasm while Zephyr’s thick cock pulsed inside her pulsing cunt. Cum already leaked from where their bodies joined.

For one long, terrifying second, silence swallowed the room except for the rain hammering the windows.

Rhiannon’s eyes flew open in horror. “Oh my God—” She tried to move, but Zephyr’s grip on her hips kept her pinned, his cock still twitching inside her.

Sapphire’s gaze traveled slowly over the scene — her husband’s sweat-slicked body, Rhiannon’s flushed face and dripping thighs, the smell of sex thick in the air. Then, unexpectedly, the corner of her lips curved into a dark, intrigued smile.

“Well,” she said, voice calm but laced with heat, “this certainly explains why you’ve been working so late.”

Zephyr pulled out of Rhiannon slowly, his cock glistening with their combined juices. “Sapphire… this isn’t—”

“Save it.” Sapphire stepped inside and closed the door behind her with a soft click. At thirty-six, she was striking — tall, confident, with sleek dark hair and a body that still turned heads. She set her suitcase down and began unbuttoning her blouse. “I suspected something weeks ago. The way you smelled like another woman. The way you’ve been distracted.” Her eyes locked on Rhiannon, who was trembling, trying to cover herself. “And now I understand why. She’s gorgeous.”

Rhiannon’s voice shook. “Mrs. Zephyr… I’m so sorry. This was a mistake. We—”

Sapphire silenced her by stepping closer and running a manicured finger down Rhiannon’s bare arm. “Don’t apologize. Not when you’re still dripping my husband’s cum.” She turned to Zephyr, eyes gleaming. “You’ve been teaching her more than poetry, haven’t you?”

The tension shifted. Instead of rage, raw hunger filled Sapphire’s expression. She shed her blouse, revealing a black lace bra, then unzipped her skirt, letting it fall. “I’ve been bored for years, Elias. Polite sex. Routine nights. And here you are… corrupting this sweet, brilliant student.” She cupped Rhiannon’s chin, tilting her face up. “Did he make you cum hard? Did he quote poetry while fucking you?”

Rhiannon, caught between shame and lingering arousal, nodded breathlessly.

“Good.” Sapphire kissed her suddenly — deep, commanding, her tongue invading Rhiannon’s mouth. Rhiannon moaned into it, surprised by how quickly her body responded. Zephyr watched, his cock hardening again at the sight of his wife claiming his student.

Sapphire broke the kiss and looked at her husband. “On the couch. Both of you.”

What followed was pure, filthy surrender.

Zephyr sat on the wide leather couch, cock standing thick and proud. Sapphire guided Rhiannon to straddle him reverse cowgirl, lowering her slowly onto his length. Rhiannon gasped as he stretched her again, still sensitive from before. Sapphire knelt between their spread legs, watching closely as Zephyr’s cock disappeared into the younger woman’s pussy.

“Look at that,” Sapphire purred, leaning in to lick where they joined — tongue sliding over Zephyr’s shaft and Rhiannon’s stretched folds. “So fucking wet for my husband.”

Rhiannon moaned loudly, riding Zephyr slowly while Sapphire licked and sucked her clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Zephyr gripped Rhiannon’s hips, thrusting up into her while his wife worshipped them both. Sapphire then sucked Rhiannon’s clit hard, making the girl cry out and cum suddenly, juices gushing over Zephyr’s cock and Sapphire’s tongue.

They rearranged. Sapphire lay back on the couch while Rhiannon climbed on top in a sixty-nine. The older woman’s smooth, dripping pussy lowered onto Rhiannon’s face. Rhiannon hesitated only a second before licking eagerly, tasting another woman for the first time. Sapphire moaned in approval and buried her face between Rhiannon’s thighs, sucking Zephyr’s cum out of her.

Zephyr stood behind them, stroking his cock before sliding back into Rhiannon from behind while she ate his wife. The room filled with wet, obscene sounds — slurping, moaning, skin slapping. He fucked Rhiannon with deep strokes, occasionally pulling out to let Sapphire taste his cock, then plunging back in.

“Such a good student,” Zephyr groaned, spanking Rhiannon’s ass. “Eating my wife’s pussy while I fuck you.”

Sapphire came first, grinding down on Rhiannon’s tongue with a sharp cry. Rhiannon followed, trembling as Zephyr pounded her through another orgasm. He pulled out and stroked himself, shooting thick ropes of cum across both women’s bodies — painting Rhiannon’s ass and Sapphire’s breasts.

They didn’t stop there.

Sapphire taught Rhiannon how to ride her husband properly, sitting behind the younger woman and playing with her clit while Rhiannon bounced on Zephyr’s cock. Then Zephyr took his wife hard while Rhiannon sat on his face, grinding her pussy against his tongue. The three of them moved in every combination — messy, raw, and completely unrestrained.

Hours passed in a haze of pleasure. Guilt still lingered in quiet moments — Rhiannon’s whispered apologies melting into moans, Zephyr’s conflicted groans, Sapphire’s possessive kisses. But the intellectual spark that began everything had evolved into something far more dangerous: total sensual liberation.

By the time dawn approached, they lay exhausted on the couch in a tangled, sweaty heap. Rhiannon between them, Zephyr’s arm around both women, Sapphire tracing lazy patterns on Rhiannon’s thigh.

“This doesn’t end here,” Sapphire said softly, no regret in her voice. “We’ll figure out the rules… but I want more of this.”

Rhiannon looked between them, heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. The sheltered student who had come seeking help with poetry was gone. In her place was a woman who had discovered the full, sinful depths of desire — intellectual, emotional, and physical.

Zephyr kissed Rhiannon’s forehead, then his wife’s lips. The forbidden tutor had unraveled more than just one life. He had opened a door none of them could close.

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