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Subject: {ASSM} NIS: Mrs. Trotter by Rachael Ross ch.09  (M/F, m/F, f/F, Rom, Reluct,  MC, Bond, First, Oral, Anal, Mast, Slut Wife, Teacher, NIS)
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Mrs. Trotter: Naked in School
by rache

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for Adults
Only http://www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm
Special thanks to: Eager Beaver Lip-Lock Sex Gloss - High Impact Long
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Note: All characters appearing in this story are real people; I didn't
even bother changing the names. The author supports sexual
responsibility, moral sobriety, and political insurgency. Try this at
home. Join the Sexual Jihad: S.A.S.E. to P.O. Box rache696@yahoo.com

See Chapter 00 (Prologue) for story details including codes and
synopsis

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Mrs. Trotter: Naked in School
Epilogue


"Do you hate me?"

"Of course not," Henry replied. "It's not your fault, June. You just
can't control yourself."

"Yeah," I sighed. "Do you think..."

"What?"

"Am I going crazy?" I asked, looking up at my husband as he sat on the
bed.

"No," he said as he stroked my blonde hair. "You're a little confused,
that's all."

"Yeah."

"You've had a busy day, haven't you?" Henry touched the corner of my
mouth with his fingertip, drawing a smile.

"Maybe I should see a doctor."

"Maybe you should close your eyes," he whispered. "Go to sleep."

Henry turned out the bedside lamp and leaned over to kiss my lips.

"I love you, June."

"I love you."

The bed rocked as he stood up and I missed his touch immediately, his
presence when he left our bedroom and closed the door behind him. I
didn't understand why he wasn't angry with me. I'd confessed
everything, as much as I could remember, but I did feel so very tired.
It had been difficult to recall everything I'd suffered that long day.
And yet, my husband could still kiss me.

I couldn't sleep. I'd closed my eyes and tried, but I heard strange
noises in my head. The night terrors. I didn't like the silence
because that's where it came from. As a little girl I'd slept with my
radio on just to drown the noises out. I wasn't a little girl anymore
though. I just couldn't sleep, that's all. I decided to warm up some
milk and sit with Henry in the den where I knew he'd be working.

He did that sometimes, staying up late to catch up on whatever
happened to be important at the moment. I wouldn't bother him, but
only sit and drink my milk and listen to the tapping of his fingers on
the keyboard. I pulled on my bathrobe, wearing only flimsy bikini
panties underneath, and padded across the room. Down the hallway and
down the stairs. I passed the den on my way to the kitchen and paused
just a few feet from the open door.

"She think she's going crazy," Henry said to someone and then I heard
nothing.

It took me a second to realize he was talking on the telephone.

"No," Henry said. "She asked me if she should see a doctor."

I swallowed hard and narrowed my eyes.

"What did you do to her?" Henry asked, sounding unhappy. "You told me
she'd be fine, but she isn't fine. She's worried. I'm worried."

He listened for a second.

"I am calm," my husband said quietly. "But she fucked one of her
students in a restaurant tonight...What? How should I know? Jake
somebody. Who cares?"

I frowned as I felt my heart beating faster and I clutched my robe to
my breasts.

"I know that," he sighed. "But you never said anything about fucking
people in restaurants!...What do you mean it's not an exact science? You
told me you people knew what you were doing!"

Henry's chair squeaked suddenly and I shrank back, not realizing that
I'd been edging closer to the doorway.

"No, I'm not changing my mind," he said with a deep breath. "I'm only
saying I don't want my wife to worry...Normal, huh? ...You'd better be
sure about this."

Sure about what, I wondered. Who was my husband talking to?

"Right, yes...I'm being very supportive, don't worry about me," Henry
said with a derisive snort. "What's that?...You mean other than the
thing in the...She was nice, yeah..." He chuckled softly. "I do appreciate
it, George, I just want her to be happy. That's the important thing...
Okay, that's what I need to hear."

George? I blinked rapidly, knowing he must have been talking to
Principal Steinway. But why would they be talking about me in the
middle of the night?

"Okay. I'll talk to you tomorrow," Henry said. "Oh! That girl you sent
over today...Yeah, the cheerleader. Is she busy tomorrow?...Heh! After
school would be fine...Great. Thanks, George...I'll talk to you later."

My husband hung up the phone and froze for a second, wondering what I
should do. Most of me wanted to confront him and find out what was
going on. But another part of me wanted to run back upstairs and climb
under the sheets, pretending like I hadn't heard a thing. I felt
frightened and paranoid. Why were they talking about me? And what
girl? What did any of it mean?

I felt so confused I wanted to cry, but that might have been my
exhaustion too. I felt completely drained and decided to go back
upstairs.

"June?" Henry almost bumped into me as he walked out of the den.

"Oh!" I blinked at him.

"What are you doing?" he asked with gentle smile. "I thought you were
asleep."

"I wanted some warm milk," I said. "Who were you talking to?"

"What?" he glanced guiltily over his shoulder, revisiting the scene of
the crime and giving himself time to think of a lie. "Oh, that was
Marvin. You know, from work...We were just, uh...I needed some numbers."

"Oh." I looked at him, trying to keep my face neutral.

"Why don't you go back upstairs and let me heat up some milk," he
suggested. "I'll bring it up to you. Okay?"

"Alright," I agree softly.

"Good girl." He smiled as I turned around, walking towards the stairs.
"I'll be up in a minute, June."

"Okay." I nodded, climbing slowly until I couldn't see him anymore.

When I heard the faint rattling of pans in the kitchen, I hurried back
down the stairs as quietly as I could. I wasn't sure what I was
looking for, but I wanted to see Henry's desk. I wanted to look
through his files and open the drawers. I'd always left his work
alone, never bothering with his desk at all except to look for a pen
once in awhile. I trusted my husband, but he'd lied to me. He hadn't
been talking to Marvin about work. He'd been talking to Mr. Steinway
about me and I wanted to know why.

One thing I can say about Henry, the man was organized. I suppose
being an accountant required a talent for neatness and in his normal,
everyday life he could be every bit as sloppy as any other guy I'd
known. He tended to leave his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor. He
liked to leave the dishes in the dishwasher. He never put the toilet
seat down and...

"What's this?" I frowned at a file folder in the middle of three dozen
just like it. They were all labeled - Insurance, year after year of
tax returns, bank statements, other various other things. The one that
caught my eye was simply labeled "June" and I pulled it out and opened
it on my husband's desk.

I found a copy of my contract to teach and I felt tempted to look for
the part about being naked in school, but there were other papers as
well. A copy of a psychological screening I'd had done for my teaching
certification. I found copies of my background check and my student
loan paperwork. My college transcript and a copy of the resume I'd
mailed out to various schools. It all looked pretty normal and exactly
like the sort of things Henry liked to keep track of. I almost closed
the file and put it away, but then I noticed something else as I
flipped through the papers.

"Patient Confidential - Informed Consent," I read aloud and that
seemed to be a cover sheet with dire warnings about unauthorized
release of personal information. Beneath it I blinked at an official
looking document with a lot of fine print and my name typed into a
number of blank spaces.

"Did you find what you're looking for?"

"I don't know," I said as calmly as I could, feeling my heart jump as
I looked up to see Henry holding a glass of milk.

"Maybe I can help," he said, offering me a smile. "I've got your
milk."

"What's this mean?" I asked. "The undersigned, June Trotter, agrees to
participate in a psychological study?"

"That's part of the Naked in School Program," Henry said as he crossed
the room. "You signed it. Remember?"

"No." I stared at him. "I never saw this before."

"That's your signature at the bottom." He looked over my shoulder.
"Isn't it?"

"Yes," I admitted. "Maybe. I don't know."

"Nobody forged your signature, June," he said with a chuckle. "Let's
put this away and go to bed."

"But what is it?" I demanded, holding the folder open with my palm as
Henry tried to close it.

"It was with all the other papers you signed when you took the job,"
he told me. "I just filed them away for you."

"Have you read it?" I looked up at him, knowing I couldn't trust his
answer, but asking anyway.

"I read it," he said. "And basically it just says you're part of a big
social experiment."

"Is that like a medical experiment?" I wondered.

"I think it says Naked in School, not a cure for cancer," he joked and
I frowned.

"Are they giving me drugs?"

"Drugs?" Henry shook his head. "You're tired. We can talk about it
tomorrow. Come on..."

"You weren't talking to Marvin," I said. "You were talking to Mr.
Steinway, weren't you? About me."

"Yeah," he sighed, tugging the folder from under my hand and closing
it. "I'm sorry I lied. I just didn't want you to worry, that's all."

"Well, I'm worried now!" I said with a frown. "What's going on,
Henry?"

"George called me last week and told me you'd be in the Program," my
husband explained. "He wanted to make sure I was okay with it and..."

"And what?"

"And he wanted to let me know that you might act a little...different."
Henry cleared his throat. "Like mood swings and...I don't know."

"Mood swings?" I almost laughed. "This isn't a mood swing!"

"I know."

"They're doing something to me, Henry," I said, grabbing his arm just
to make sure he really listened. "I like sex now."

"I noticed," he said with a chuckle. "June, it's alright. Maybe it's
just the experience. Getting naked is a big deal for you and..."

"I had sex with my students," I reminded him. "They're turning me into
some kind of nymphomaniac."

"Look, I called him. Okay? I told how worried you are," he said. "I
told him I'm worried too. He promised to look into it."

"Look into it?" I narrowed my eyes.

"To monitor you more closely," he agreed. "That's what George said."

"Monitor?" I laughed. "Henry...The man fucked me!"

"Uhhh..."

"He pulled out his penis and I almost tripped over my own feet trying
to get my hands on it!"

"Okay," my husband said slowly, plainly at a loss for words.

"And you think he's going do something about, uh..." I looked for a word
and couldn't find one. "About whatever it is he's doing to me?"

"I think you need to go to bed," Henry decided and his voice had a
finality that I couldn't argue with.

Any further discussion would either be pointless or end up as an
argument and I was too tired for that. I believed him though, I really
did. He'd lied to me at first, but probably because he really didn't
want me more upset than I already was. Henry just wanted to protect me
and he'd called Mr. Steinway to do just that. It all made sense, I
supposed, but I hadn't forgotten about the girl Henry had mentioned
either. I still didn't know what that meant, but I didn't ask about it
either.

"We should leave," I suggested, trying one last time as I refused to
surrender. "We could leave tonight, Henry. Go someplace else and..."

"June..." he sighed. "This is our home now."

"I know, but..."

"...and I know this is going to be a difficult week," he said. "For both
of us, but once it's over we'll be fine. You just have to relax."

He kissed my forehead and smiled into my eyes and I did love Henry so
much. I felt his words soothing my fears away as his hands caressed my
shoulders, moving down to my breasts and slipping inside my robe. His
thumbs found my nipples, making me close my eyes and arch my back with
a shiver. That felt wonderful and I could feel my tummy growing tight
with anticipation. My husband loved me and he'd put me to bed,
covering my body with his while we made love. Nothing else seemed to
matter just then.

"Let's go to bed," he whispered. "You've got another big day ahead of
you tomorrow."

"Yessss..." I moaned, feeling his hands squeezing my tits and I could
barely remember what we'd been talking about.

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"What was in that milk?" I asked my husband with a giggle, feeling the
soft polyester of old, ugly neckties tugging at my wrists and ankles.

"The same stuff they put in the water at your school." He fed a CD
into the combination clock-radio on the nightstand near the bed. "Just
a little more of it. Are you comfortable? Is it too tight?"

"No," I sighed, wriggling my butt in the air. "It feels good. What's
that music? It sounds familiar."

"Air Supply's greatest hits, I think." Henry chuckled. "But without
the Air Supply."

"They play that at school," I sighed, hearing the melody playing
softly.

"I know," he said. "George gave me a copy a couple weeks ago."

"Mr. Steinway?" I turned my head to see Henry standing near the bed,
stroking his hard penis as he admired my naked body.

"You've been listening to it every night while you sleep."

"I never noticed." I wagged my ass invitingly, feeling my pussy
melting with desire. The juices were flowing from my sex into the
pillows bunched beneath my hips and tummy.

"You know, I used to go to school with girls just like you."

"Yeah?" I teased him with a sexy smile, licking my parted lips and
stretching against my bonds. That had been his idea, tying me to the
bed, but I'd agreed quickly and even picked out the ties.

"Girls who were untouchable," he said. "Beautiful and stuck-up..."

"Hey!" I pouted.

"...they wouldn't give a boy like me the time of day," he said. "I
wasn't big enough. I didn't have the cool car. I wasn't on the
football team."

"And I married you anyway," I said with a theatrical sigh. "Whatever
was I thinking?"

"I don't know," he replied with a chuckle. "I guess you're the
exception that makes the rule."

"You know I love you, right?" I asked. "My heart loves you. My tits
love you. My pussy and my ass and my mouth and my..."

"June..." Henry smiled.

"...hands and my feet." I giggled. "We all love you, Henry."

"Now you're being silly," he said, putting his left knee on the bed
and climbing onto it.

"I can't help it," I sighed. "They did something to me."

"I know." He moved behind me, between my wide spread legs and I
shivered as his hands found the firm cheeks of my elevated ass.

"I think they brainwashed me," I whispered.

"They're turning you into a slut." He squeezed my butt, kneading my
flesh and pulling it apart so he could clearly see my puffy anus.

I felt tender and a little sore, but the excitement of being naked and
helpless for my husband, of being so vulnerable to his every whim
filled me with a pleasant warmth. My heart beat strong and fast,
rushing hot blood through my body. My skin had turned rosy and damp
with sweat, the muscles in my sex spasmed in eager anticipation and my
rectum grew tight as well. I felt the odd pucker of my bruised asshole
moving in and out as if blowing kisses for my husband to catch with
his eyes.

"I am a slut," I decided with another giggle and some small part of me
thought I should be worried about that.

"Do you want to have a threesome?" he asked.

"If you want to," I agreed with a soft grunt, trying to lift my ass
and feel more pressure from his hands,

"I mean with another girl." Henry's thumbs found my asshole and he
pressed inward with both of them at once.

"Yessss..." I hissed between clenched teeth, feeling him opening my hole
like a ripe fruit.

"Can I shove a dildo up your ass?"

"Do you have one?" I asked, feeling my head swimming with pleasure.

"Not yet," he admitted with a chuckle. "I'm just checking."

"Oh." I let him hear the disappointment in my voice, but I was only
teasing. Mostly.

"How about a dog?" he asked me as his thumbs fucked my asshole slowly,
his fingers spread and gripping my ass while he did it.

"A who?" I giggled.

"A dog," he repeated. "Would you fuck a dog if I asked you to?"

"Henry," I gasped. "I'll fuck anything you want me to. Put your cock
inside me!"

"Not yet," he said with a chuckle. "I'm enjoying this too much, I
think."

"Please..." I moaned with another shiver, feeling my cunt collapse
around the emptiness inside. My throbbing clit rubbed the growing wet
spot beneath me as I fucked the pillow in my growing desperation.

"I always wondered what it would be like to have a slutty girlfriend,"
he sighed. "A hot one, like you."

"I'm your slutty wife now," I whispered. "Fuck me! I need you inside
me."

"When the other guys told me how good it could be, I didn't really
believe them."

"Who? "What?" Henry!" I jerked against the neckties holding me spread
eagle. "Don't tease me!"

"George. Some of the guys from the office," Henry said slowly, bending
his head to lick along the crack of my sweaty ass.

"Ohhhh..." I sighed as my asshole suckled on his thumbs, wanting to feel
him deeper than he could get.

"I didn't believe them until I met Marvin's daughter," my husband said
with a chuckle. "Jesus! That girl loves her Daddy."

"Mmmm..." I rolled my hips impatiently.

"Beautiful too," Henry said. "Sandy's seven months pregnant, you know,
but still gorgeous."

"Lick me again," I begged him. "Kiss me all over."

"Marvin suggested we all get together sometime..."

"Please! Fuck me!"

"...I think he's got the hots for you," he said with a chuckle. "What
would you think of a little wife swapping?"

"Yeah. Anything," I panted. "Whatever you want. Just fuck me!"

"Of course, Sandy's not Marvin's wife, but they've been alone for so
long," Henry sighed. "Her mother ran off with an old boyfriend, I
think."

"Henry!"

"You wouldn't do that to me," he said. "Would you, June?"

"Noooo..." I moaned, struggling helplessly and grinding my pussy against
the pillow.

"No," he agreed with a chuckle. "You're my slut from now on, aren't
you?"

"Yessss..." I nodded quickly, trying to shove my ass against his thumbs
and wishing he'd do something else with me. Anything else.

"After you finish this naked in school business, we'll have to find a
way to control your urges."

"I know," I breathed. "I'm sorry. Touch my pussy for me. Make me cum."

"I can't have you fucking busboys in the bathroom everytime we go
out." Henry chuckled and ignored my pussy completely. "What will
people think?"

"I don't know!" I whimpered, bouncing the bed and struggling to find
relief from the lust building inside me. I felt ready to explode as my
body burned on the edge of orgasm.

"They'll think I can't control my own wife," he said with a cluck of
his tongue. "That I'm some kind of wimp cuckold that lets his slutty
wife walk all over him."

"No! Noooo..." I shook my head. "I love you!"

"I know," he agreed. "You just can't help yourself, that's all."

"Yeah!" I nodded, staring at him over my shoulder. "You have to help
me."

"I will," my husband promised. "We just have to get through the
Program, that's all."

"Yessss...Mmmm..." I closed my eyes as he kissed the dimple at the top of
my ass.

"You're going to be the perfect wife."

"Uh-huhhhh..." I sighed and then gasped as Henry pulled his thumbs from
my ass with a distinctive popping sensation.

"The slut I've always wanted," he whispered, bringing his swollen
penis to my pussy and splitting my fat, greasy labia around the glans.

"Fuck me!"

"Shhhh...Listen to the music, June."

"Ummmm..." I moaned as I felt his cock slipping in and out of my pussy
rapidly.

My orgasm was so close I could taste it. I shivered beneath Henry as
he fucked himself into my pussy. Our bodies would stick together and
my tits ached as he pressed down on my shoulders, dominating me
completely. I loved that. I needed him to own me that way, driving his
stiff cock into my well-fucked cunt over and over. I couldn't feel him
stretching me inside the way I might have felt Mr. Clemons or
Principal Steinway, but that didn't matter. I loved my husband and
that's what made it good for me, what made it special.

I desperately needed to cum and it was so close! I could feel it
building, but it wouldn't happen. I nearly wept with frustration.
Every part of me felt confused by the relentless tension. I gasped and
groaned, gnawed at the wet sheets beneath my panting mouth. I jerked
against the bed posts and hunched my hips to meet Henry's thrusting
cock. I would have done anything for an orgasm. Fucked and sucked
anyone just to loose the demons dancing in my blood. I wanted to cum
all over my husband's cock and share the ecstasy of our love.

"You can cum now," Henry whispered and I broke immediately, completely
with the best orgasm of my young life.


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end of NIS: Mrs. Trotter
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