{"id":38270,"date":"2022-03-21T05:14:32","date_gmt":"2022-03-21T04:14:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=38054"},"modified":"2026-02-14T22:48:13","modified_gmt":"2026-02-14T21:48:13","slug":"request-the-presence-of-an-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/request-the-presence-of-an-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Request the Presence Of &#8211; An Audio Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><script src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/embed\/medias\/xfd267wsh4.jsonp\" async><span data-mce-type=\"bookmark\" style=\"display: inline-block; width: 0px; overflow: hidden; line-height: 0;\" class=\"mce_SELRES_start\">\ufeff<\/span><\/script><script src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/assets\/external\/E-v1.js\" async><\/script><\/p>\n<div class=\"wistia_responsive_padding\" style=\"padding: 56.25% 0 0 0; position: relative;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_responsive_wrapper\" style=\"height: 100%; left: 0; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_embed wistia_async_xfd267wsh4 videoFoam=true\" style=\"height: 100%; position: relative; width: 100%;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_swatch\" style=\"height: 100%; left: 0; opacity: 0; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 0; transition: opacity 200ms; width: 100%;\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"filter: blur(5px); height: 100%; object-fit: contain; width: 100%;\" src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/embed\/medias\/xfd267wsh4\/swatch\" alt=\"\" aria-hidden=\"true\" \/><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower heard Principal Simmon\u2019s baritone voice. \u201cMrs. Mower,\u201d he said demurely, \u201ca message for you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She stopped in the middle of a text to her husband.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He set down a chic square envelope on top of her stack of math textbooks. \u201cNo pressure. We just wanted to offer a nice evening out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes, Mrs. Simmon and I.\u201d His gaze darted away from her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou and Mrs. Simmon?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes,\u201d he smiled at her confusion.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower eyed her boss suspiciously from across the desk. After all they had done together and all he knew about her, why? He had seen the video of her and Mr. Rungard. They had had their several rendezvouses in his office after school where he had her repeat the events of the evening in detail. They had acted out the scenario first in his office and another time in her classroom and the girls&#8217; restroom. Now he wanted his wife to meet his lover?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019ll look at it later,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLet me know,\u201d he nodded and left.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">All day, the small white envelope laid on her desk. And all day, she was dying to open it. And all day, she wondered if she actually should. It could lead to a lot of trouble. Mrs. Mower imagined Mrs. Simmon with long fingernails that were ready to scratch her face. But what if she had long, red fingernails, dipped in something sweet? She shook the thought from her mind, understanding that some things are left unopened.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After ring of the school day\u2019s final bell, she tidied up her classroom that had become a disaster zone with so many students having rushed in and out. She went to her desk and picked up the embossed envelope. A soft fragrance wafted from it and stuck to her fingertips. The smell was a unique blend of wood, bergamot and rose. Mysterious but intriguing. Her fingers wouldn\u2019t stop. Her nails slid under the flap.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Inside was a black lace insert bound by a sparkling gold band. She couldn\u2019t stop now. She slid down the band. Opening the lovely lace arms was like opening the door to a king\u2019s castle. On the invitation was written in lovely calligraphy:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The best present one can hope for this year is to spend time together.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mr. Matthew Simmon and Mrs. Laura Beth Simmon<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Would be honoured by the Presence of You and Your Husband<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At the Overture Christmas Dinner Party<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">On December 17<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The Town School<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Black Tie<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">_________\u00a0 Accepts with Pleasure<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">_________ Declines with Regret<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower snickered. Lovely card, well done, over-the-top, but an invitation to an evening event in New York City? She laughed, thinking, I can\u2019t afford a trip to New York! Simmon would have to up my salary a lot. She dropped the invitation into her purse.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Leaving the building, she scooted by Mr. Simmon\u2019s office quickly but ran into him in the hallway.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMrs. Mower, you\u2019ve read the invitation?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes, and thank you so much, Mr. Simmon. My husband and I will have to decline the invitation though.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cReally? That is too bad. I guess I will have to use Laura Beth\u2019s strategy.\u201d He smiled. \u201cWe already have airline tickets available for you and your husband, or whoever you\u2019d like to bring.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHer strategy is buying us tickets?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAnd all accommodations are already arranged,\u201d he added.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower covered her mouth, astonished. \u201cAll that, paid for?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes, it\u2019s an event that Laura Beth and I do not like to miss, or attend as a lone couple.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019m\u2026 I\u2019m so,\u201d she stuttered, \u201csurprised. I will talk to my husband about it, I guess. I\u2019m not guaranteeing anything though.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He smiled, \u201cTalk to him please. Laura Beth and I would love to have you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">XXX<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDid I hear you right? They want to pay for us go to New York City for one night? And it won\u2019t cost us a single cent.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower raised her worried eyes to meet her husbands. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He flipped over the invitation, rubbed his fingertips against the lace. \u201cWhat have you done to deserve this?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower shrugged. \u201cI\u2019m not teacher of the year, as far as I know. I\u2019ve not heard of any other achievements of mine. Not a clue as to why. I assume he has seen my work with the students and maybe I\u2019m next to lead the Math Department.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Saying that, flashbacks crossed her mind. Her, on her knees in front of him. Her, sitting on his face and pressing her pussy over his nose and mouth until he could hardly breath. Him, fucking her hard while pulling her hair. His jizz sliding down her bare chest while in the girls restroom at school. That might be the reason for his offer, she imagined. She then thought of Mrs. Simmon\u2019s long fierce nails scraping down her cheeks. Mrs. Simmon angry at what Mrs. Mower had done with the man she loved.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI am shy about going,\u201d she admitted. \u201cWhat do we talk about with the Simmons, right? I dread the idea of working to chit-chat with them, my boss and his wife.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFor a free trip to New York though?\u201d He snickered wickedly and offered, \u201cWe could go and then \u2018get lost\u2019 in the Big Apple and never find them. That\u2019d be fun.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She huffed. \u201cFor you, maybe. You\u2019ll never see him again. I\u2019m the one who\u2019ll have to see him and answer for it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He patted her shoulders and looked in her eyes. \u201cYou decide what we do. I\u2019m good to go, or not to go.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI am so uncertain, I can\u2019t decide.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThen I will decide for us: We\u2019re going.\u201d He walked away without another word.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOh no, we\u2019re not!\u201d She rushed to him and grabbed his shoulder to spin him toward her. \u201cWe are not going. It\u2019s too weird, too awkward for me, too scary.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe talking is too scary or New York City is too scary?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI have no problem going to New York. It\u2019s them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou make it sound like they\u2019re deranged.\u201d He took her hand and patted it gently. \u201cListen, I can shoot the shit with anyone. And there are ways of escaping from people. I assume there\u2019ll be a lot of other couples attending. It\u2019s not a foursome for dinner. Karen, we\u2019ll be fine, I want to go.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Apprehension, painted black, remained in a corner of her mind, knowing this could all blow up in her face.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Before the first bell on Friday, Mrs. Mower heard Mr. Simmon call to her from down the hallway. When he came to her, he smiled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLaura Beth and I received your reply! This is going to be an exciting evening. I wasn\u2019t sure how you\u2019d respond. You and Lieutenant Mower have made us very happy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower didn\u2019t know that her husband had replied to the invitation. But it was likely why she hadn\u2019t seen the invitation around the house.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes, we are excited too,\u201d she fumbled out the lie.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIn your teacher inbox is an envelope. There are the two airline tickets in it and other important information for the evening.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower forced a smile. \u201cI\u2019ll get them later today. Thank you again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou are welcome. I\u2019m excited for you to meet Laura Beth and she\u2019s excited to meet you.\u201d He then left, grinning.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Meet me? she thought. Mrs. Mower tried to keep her face light-hearted and her lips spread wide in a fake smile. When he was gone, she let her face fall and her shoulders droop.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She texted her husband. \u201cU shit. We\u2019re going to NYC bc U replied. U shouldve asked me!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He replied, \u201cHad to do it babe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">XXX<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The airplane circled Manhattan once at sunset and then touched down gently. The Mowers deplaned the jet quickly. Their bags were waiting for them. To their surprise, they saw a man in dark suit holding a sign: Lt. and Mrs. Mower.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Karen grabbed her husband\u2019s arm. \u201cThey have a chauffeur for us!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The stoic driver kindly took her bag and led the couple to a black sedan. On the ride, the Mowers relaxed and watched the bright lights of New York reflecting off the car\u2019s windows. She put her head on his shoulder. \u201cThank you for making me come.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He kissed her forehead. \u201cI\u2019m not sure it could get any better.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The sedan dropped them off at a sky-high building of condominiums on East 76<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">th<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> Street. Retrieving their bags from the rear, the driver directed them to the front desk for further details on the evening.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">An hour later, Mrs. Mower was touching up the last unruly strands of brown hair, and Mr. Mower was shining the last gold button on the cuff of his dark-blue uniform.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He turned to her. \u201cYou look good enough to eat.\u201d She noticed his eyes linger around her heavy breasts that were pressed tight and squished by the under-wiring of the evening gown to make attractive mounds.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She swatted him playfully. \u201cYou\u2019re not so bad yourself, Lieutenant Mower.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShall we?\u201d He hooked his right arm and she ran her hands through it. \u201cWe shall.\u201d And he led them to the lobby. They exited the building and next door were greeted by a young woman in a blue floor-length gown that was sheer to her mid-thigh.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMay I take your shawl, Mrs. Mower?\u201d she offered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mr. Mower removed it and handed it to her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou look ready for the night. You are lovely,\u201d the hostess complimented.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower blushed in her mixed emotions of excitement of New York City, worry about the conversation, awkwardness from forgotten decorum, clumsiness around the regalia, anger of a wife scorned, a potential catfight, fear of outing her secrets.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIf you\u2019ll follow me, I\u2019ll show you to your table.\u201d The lady led the Mowers into a candle-lit room with a soft buzz of people chatting and laughing. The room was filled with round tables covered in white table clothes. Their seats were labeled. Mrs. Karen Mower. On her right was Lt. Derek Mower. On her left was Mrs. Laura Beth Simmon. Fingernails came to mind again. She hoped something would get confused so she could avoid being so close to Mrs. Simmon. \u201cI need a hard drink, I\u2019m getting nervous,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019ll get the drink, take a seat,\u201d Mr. Mower said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower watched her husband disappear into the dark. She was alone, ill-at-ease, still fearing a potential cat-fight with Mrs. Simmon or a brawl between her husband and Mr. Simmon. The scenarios had played out in her mind many times and she had let them grow wilder by dwelling on them. All scenarios ended with an explosion of fists and anger.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The dress felt tighter around her chest and it continued to rub uncomfortably against the skin under her arms. She feared the dress made her butt look huge.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI should not have worn this dress.\u201d She cursed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She was sure this whole trip had been a big mistake. She got angry at Derek for accepting the invitation and angry at herself for even telling him about it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She took a sip of water from the stemmed glass on the table, hoping to calm her body that was heating up in worry.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMrs. Mower.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her back stiffened hearing her name. It rang in her ears. This was the moment she feared.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She stood slowly yet gracefully. More than all, she was defensive. Ready to protect her face.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMrs. Simmon,\u201d she said coolly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cKaren, I am so glad to finally meet you!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower\u2019s head cocked sideways at the comment.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The blonde woman was lovely. An hourglass shape, toned arms, her blue eyes highlighted by the light pink gown. As she walked toward Mrs. Mower, the gown flowed, making her long and graceful. Mrs. Simmon put her warm hands on Mrs. Mower\u2019s shoulders and brought her closer. She then kissed both of her reddened cheeks.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Pulling back to look at her, Mrs. Simmon said, \u201cMatthew has talked about you a lot. He is proud of your work.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower was dumbfounded. Proud of what work?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The bigger surprise was that he talked to his wife about her work. Did he talk to her as a teacher or as his partner? The \u201cPrincipal\u201d Simmon never complimented her teaching skills. He\u2019d never mentioned her work in the classroom, except for what she did with Mr. Rungard. He never let on that she would be anything more than an average math teacher. And, more importantly, she thought he would not tell his wife about what he and she had done, and been doing, in his office and around the school. No married man would do that and have a wife who was happy to meet her husband\u2019s unknown lover.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Finally Mrs. Mower replied. \u201cPrincipal Simmon is a good boss too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cPlease, call him Matthew. He\u2019s no principal outside of school. And I am Laura Beth. No Misses.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mr. Mower broken Karen\u2019s awkwardness. \u201cKaren, here\u2019s your drink.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She took the small glass and look a deep swig. She coughed at the harsh whiskey.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He introduced himself to the lovely blonde.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Regaining herself, Karen apologized. \u201cSorry, honey, this is Mrs. \u2026 I mean Laura Beth, Matthew\u2019s wife. And, Laura Beth, meet my husband, Derek.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDerek,\u201d she put out her hand, \u201cI like a man in uniform.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Derek took her hand and kissed it. He held it too long for Mrs. Mower\u2019s liking, so she grabbed his other hand at his side and squeezed it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLet\u2019s have a seat, Karen, and get to know each other,\u201d Laura Beth suggested.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/enigma-double-sonic\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"image-banner alignnone wp-image-47301 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/enigma-double-sonic-lelo.jpg\" alt=\"lelo emigma sex toy\" width=\"930\" height=\"336\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/enigma-double-sonic-lelo.jpg 930w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/enigma-double-sonic-lelo-300x108.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/enigma-double-sonic-lelo-768x277.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/enigma-double-sonic-lelo-770x278.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 930px) 100vw, 930px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The sanguine blonde talked about her life with Matthew and she offered some fun tidbits of background on the principal. Soon, the pair were giggling together, although Karen\u2019s was a forced giggle. When Mr. Simmon appeared though, Laura Beth quieted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAre you telling Mrs. Mower all my secrets, Laura Beth?\u201d he asked lightly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou have secrets?\u201d she responded sarcastically aghast.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower grew nervous again, forgetting the fun giggling. She knew Matthew Simmon had many secrets.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAnd her name is Karen. There\u2019s no Mrs. Mower here tonight. There may be a lieutenant though.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Matthew smiled, taking a seat on the left side of the Laura Beth. Derek sat next to Karen. Soon, another couple took their assigned seats.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGood to see you again this year, sir,\u201d a man in a black tuxedo and cummerbund told Mr. Simmon. His wife extended her hand to Laura Beth, like they were acquaintances.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes, Mr. Bailey. I never miss this evening,\u201d Matthew replied.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAnd you\u2019ve brought friends this time, I see.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes, this is Karen Mower and her husband, Lieutenant Derek Mower.\u201d They greeted each other.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A few minutes later, a rush of waiters and waitresses dressed in black brought plates of food into the large room. At this table, they set down plates in unison for each of the six people. The plates had a small bit of white fish, three thin slices of steak cooked medium-rare, mashed potatoes and two stalks of asparagus. Other servers poured red or white wine at request.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNot much food is there. We\u2019ll have to go out afterwards, because I\u2019ll still be hungry,\u201d Derek whispered to Karen. She only elbowed him, as she was still feeling awkward and hoping the night would be over soon. She didn\u2019t want to compound that with a goofball husband.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A small ensemble of strings played softly during the dinner. The silverware clinked against plates as people ate and drank. Most conversations were quiet but table-wide.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Laura Beth leaned over. \u201cJust so you know \u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The lead-in caused Karen to worry again. Know what? she wondered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe\u2019ve been coming to this event for several years, and the Baileys have been here longer than us. We sit at the same table as them. But this is the first time that we\u2019ve brought guests.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Karen nodded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBut over the last few months, Matthew has said he wanted you and your husband to come with us. I was wondering about you at first, but when he told me more, I was like, Yes! We have to take them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHe told you more?\u201d A shiver passed from the shoulder down her back.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes, he\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat did he tell you?\u201d she asked shakily.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cKaren, you seem really tense.\u201d She placed her right hand on her upper back and massaged lightly to the base of her neck. \u201cIt\u2019s all right. He only says good things about you. Nothing bad whatsoever. He really, really likes you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower glanced from Laura Beth to Mr. Simmon and then to her husband, both of whom were chatting with the other couple.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cRelax, Karen, this is supposed to be an enjoyable night. This is New York, this is The Town School. Tonight is so exclusive so no one will ever know what happened. No one\u2019s supposed to regret anything.\u201d Karen met her searching blue eyes. Laura Beth pursed her lips for a moment. \u201cListen, forget he\u2019s your boss. I won\u2019t let anything happen to you. In fact, I can help in any way you want, both tonight and at school. He does what I say, like Derek, right? You have the power at home.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Karen didn\u2019t respond. Silence.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Laura Beth put her left hand on her husband\u2019s shoulder. \u201cMatthew, I\u2019ll be back in a moment, I\u2019m taking Karen with me too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDon\u2019t do anything too soon without me there,\u201d Mr. Simmon answered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe\u2019ll do what we please,\u201d she retorted playfully. She left the cloth napkin on the seat of her chair. A waitress came by and folded the napkin neatly at Mrs. Simmon\u2019s place setting.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Karen glanced briefly at Mr. Mower, fear in her eyes, begging to be saved, a prisoner being led by the jailer. He only nodded and offered a wave.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Laura Beth led Mrs. Mower from the table by hand, like they were long-time girlfriends. Mrs. Mower reluctantly followed through the lobby to a back hallway where a restroom was set inconspicuously.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They weren\u2019t friends. If they were, Mrs. Mower knew she could have grasped undertones of the comments between this woman and her husband. Instead Karen recalled seeing Mrs. Laura Beth Simmon for the first time. It was the night Principal Simmon had made her answer for her actions with Mr. Rungard. He had pushed over her picture on his desk as he prepared to fuck her for the first time. The frame had fallen face down. She was not seen again that night and was never heard from or seen again as Principal Simmon\u2019s loud groans and his slapping and demands to continue on. Now though, the woman in picture who was hugging a fury dog was alive and standing by her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Laura Beth briefly touched up her hair in the mirror. A strand had fallen out of place. After resetting it, Laura Beth turned to Karen. \u201cAm I the problem tonight? I don\u2019t want to be. I want us to get to know each other tonight, to be friends. We can be friends.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBut you don\u2019t know anything about who I am. Why would you want to be my friend so badly?\u201d Karen asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI told you that I have heard great things about you, Karen. You\u2019re great at, at more than just teaching.\u201d She studied Karen closely.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Karen felt those blue eyes take in her facial features, following the curvature of her cheeks, her eyebrows and her updo.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0Then she asked honestly, \u201cCan we be friends?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower gave in.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Laura Beth gave her a quick kiss on her lips. Karen\u2019s back stiffened, her legs weakened, her knees wobbled, her lungs took into much oxygen. Before Karen had a chance to process the kiss and regain her functions, the blonde led them back to the table. Arriving, the three men stood as gentlemen. Mr. Simmon and Derek pulled out their wives\u2019 seats and pushed them in.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cEverything okay now?\u201d Derek whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Karen was too bowled over to say anything. She only nodded slowly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGood. I knew you two would get along.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower sipped her wine quietly to gather herself. Kissed by Laura Beth. Her husband knowing they would be friends. It was safer to sip silently. A server refilled her glass with more white wine and soon replenished it again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The attendees applauded when a man in a white-coat tuxedo and a lovely woman in a black gown stood at the front of the banquet hall. They each gave a toast. His was to the women in the room and hers was to the men. Mrs. Mower didn\u2019t hear what they said. She only raised her glass when the others did. She heard the clank of glasses and \u201cCheers\u201d. When the woman finished her toast, the glasses clanked again. Moments later, the Baileys, the Simmons and Derek stood. Derek took her hand to help her up.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThis is where it gets good,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cKaren and Derek,\u201d Laura Beth said, \u201cwe have a room for four.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She took Matthew\u2019s arm and he led them through from the banquet hall, down a hallway and to a locked indistinct door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Laura Beth lifted her gown, slowly revealing her leg. Mid-thigh was a white garter belt with the key tied to it. Matthew slid it down her leg.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Karen was further dumbfounded by everything.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Inside, a bar was set with bottles of wine and other harder drinks. Ambient music played. Karen recognized the same scent that was on the invitation card: the blend of wood, bergamot and rose.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Matthew took Laura Beth to a plush, velvet seat and kissed her lovingly. Karen felt Derek\u2019s hand take hers. It was quixotic to be in such a vulnerable state and then be held by a strong man, especially a man in uniform. He laid her down on a Victorian chaise lounge. Then he climbed over her and began to kiss her. First, the base of her neck. Each clavicle. Her earlobes. Her cheeks and then to her lips that were anticipating his lips and tongue.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The evening had changed. No longer worried about an explosion of moods. The Simmons were essentially far, far away as Derek worked her over in the way he knew, the way she loved. He helped to unzip the gown. She was free. Breasts free to move, no hard underwire to rub against her skin. Relief. And Mr. Mower took advantage of her relaxed body.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She leaned back, taking in all the sensations, the buzz of erotica, the passion flowing between her and him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou know me so well, keep going, take me,\u201d she whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She unbuttoned his jacket and shirt and his belt buckle. Each time moving faster, as she wanted his warmed naked body against her cool nakedness.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She pulled his dick from his pants to stroke. It was stiff and warm, pulsating. She knew he was ready to make an evening of it. However, he moved out of her hands\u2019 reach. Far enough to focus on her heavy tits. He fit his mouth around her tit and felt up the other, tugging on her nipples. She arched her back because of the sensations. She wanted to get as close to him as possible, making it impossible for him to stop what he was doing. His fingers left her breast and slid down her belly. She felt his thick fingers piddling nicely with her clit. He knew how to make her body twitch with his simple touch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">While his hand was away, though, she felt a warm mouth on her other breast. Both breasts being sucked and a finger at her pussy. She opened her eyes. Laura Beth was there. Her red lips pulled Karen\u2019s tight nipple into her mouth. At first, Karen was startled. Mrs. Simmon on top of her husband\u2019s part-time lover. But then the double sensation repossessed her mind. She closed her eyes and accepted the attention given to so much of her body. She had never had two people loving on her at once. And she realized it was dizzying with twice the tingle making her body shiver. It sent her mind into a spin.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/sila-cruise\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"toy-banner aligncenter wp-image-46650 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/call-her-daddy-favorite-sex-toy.jpg\" alt=\"call her daddy sila lelo\" width=\"850\" height=\"425\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/call-her-daddy-favorite-sex-toy.jpg 850w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/call-her-daddy-favorite-sex-toy-300x150.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/call-her-daddy-favorite-sex-toy-768x384.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/call-her-daddy-favorite-sex-toy-770x385.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The sensation of the finger in her pussy paused briefly, letting her mind feel and hear the exaggerated sucking and slurping on her breasts. She opened her eyes to watch Laura Beth and Derek licking and squeezing her chest in tandem. Her pussy twitched from a rub on her clit and then a press at her lips. She opened her legs to allow Derek to enter, wishing him as much joy as she was having. The dick slid in and eased back and forth, back and forth, gently. She looked into Derek\u2019s eyes, but he was off-kilter from her open legs. She followed Laura Beth\u2019s arm, which led to her hand that was stroking Derek\u2019s erection. She looked over the pair and saw Matthew raise up tall. A Goliath compared to the other two. Suddenly she felt a hard charge deep into her. She knew Matthew liked a rough fuck.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She cringed momentarily with the new sensation of a large dick thrilling her pussy, when prior it had been a single finger. She heaved for breath, her chest rising and falling.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGive it to her, babe,\u201d Laura Beth ordered Matthew. \u201cShe loves your dick, loves it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Matthew\u2019s body banged against her thick thighs, his balls slapping her tense ass cheeks.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI want in too,\u201d Karen heard Derek say. With help from the others, she shifted and found herself laying on Derek. Derek pushed his cock slowly and gently into her ass, and Matthew re-entered her pussy. As her asshole accepted his dick, her lower body began to stretch and sting with the tightness. The two men double-teamed her, rocking her body. She arched her back in the intensity. The two cocks going back and forth, up and down, made her gasp for a breath before again wincing and biting her lip.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the midst of it all, she realized she hadn\u2019t done any of this before. A woman had been nibbling on her tits, and now two men were fucking her. She had become a sex freak in one night, or would it be a one-night sex freak?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Laura Beth brought Karen\u2019s mind back. \u201cTell them how much you love it, Karen, tell them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI love it, give it to me harder, faster. Fuck me!\u201d she groaned.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCome on, babe, cum for us, let us see you cum hard,\u201d Derek urged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Karen heard her husband\u2019s familiar voice and her body gave in. Her head began to swim, her body twisted and muscles tensed up. She was roiled in orgasm. She reached to her pussy to get the men to pause their thrusts, but neither would stop. She clenched her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut, hissed in the furor of the foursome, the three others\u2019 power to fuck.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the distance due to her orgasmic state, she faintly heard some congratulations. Closer, she heard the guys stroking their cocks. A moment later, warm goo splattered on her face. It slid down her forehead, over her cheek. Feeling another shot hit her lips, she let her tongue loose to taste the saltiness, as if an oyster of its own kind. She smiled, allowing more cum into her mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The others moved away from her. She was alone on the chaise lounge, recovering. Her body would not move.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At some point, unsure when, she heard Laura Beth\u2019s soft voice and her warm breath close to her ear. \u201cTwo men at once. Matthew told me you were wild and open for anything. I loved seeing it. So hot. I want you to do one more thing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat is it?\u201d Karen asked, still content to lay flat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Laura Beth didn\u2019t answer. She only climbed on to the lounge. The dim lights in the room darkened for Karen with the eclipse of Laura Beth. The woman squatted down and Karen had a musky pussy lowering onto her face. Karen felt the first tickles of a soft bush on her nose. Then the wet lips and fragrant entry covered her mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Karen\u2019s first reaction was panic, claustrophobia, but as Laura Beth\u2019s lips touched hers, Karen\u2019s mouth opened wide and her tongue emerged, wagging, prodding, tickling. The fear faded. She licked into the slick pussy, the tip of her tongue flicked her clit, her mouth softly pulled on Laura Beth\u2019s dangling lips. Soon Laura Beth was panting and her body jolted as if getting touched by fire. Karen worked hard to eat well.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Laura Beth jittered and then pressed her muff directly into Mrs. Mower\u2019s face, covering her nose and mouth. \u201cEat it, eat it, eat it, yes. Breath in my pussy. You were made to eat cunt.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Karen used her strength to lift Laura Beth off of her face. The blonde rose, and Karen sat up, gasping for air, eyes wide. She saw both Derek and Matthew sitting by, watching.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFirst time she\u2019s eaten out a woman.\u201d Derek nudged Matthew\u2019s shoulder.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe been eaten by a woman?\u201d Matthew asked him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNot that I know of, her college days may be hazy though,\u201d Derek said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Laura Beth moved between Karen\u2019s legs and put her face deep between them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe won\u2019t forget this,\u201d Matthew said. \u201cLaura Beth\u2019s good with women. Like no other. I told her she should\u2019ve gone into porn. Tits weren\u2019t big enough, I told her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Laura Beth popped up, after hearing her husband. \u201cFuck you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Karen put her hand on Laura Beth\u2019s head and pushed her down. \u201cIt\u2019s your turn to eat now, no stopping, especially for men talking.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Derek stood up. \u201cNo more talking then.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He stroked his half-erect dick and then filled his wife\u2019s mouth with it. Karen gathered it all in. Matthew knelt behind his wife. He spread her ass cheeks apart. He smiled at the Mowers before he began to fuck Laura Beth.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Laura Beth struggled to kiss and tongue Karen\u2019s pussy as her head bobbed back and forth. Still Karen\u2019s body reacted involuntarily and suddenly she clenched her legs around the woman. A head of blonde hair was caught in Karen\u2019s intensity.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDamn, Karen, you trying to kill me?\u201d Laura Beth said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Karen relaxed as best as possible.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019m sorry. My legs just\u2026\u201d She saw the red-cheeked blonde with her hair a mess. Karen felt for her. \u201cCome up here, baby. Let Mommy hold you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Laura Beth crawled, like a child, and laid next to her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That evening they fondled each other\u2019s breasts and kissed. Loved. But they were so spent from the night. Faces crusty from dried cum and girly wetness. They fell asleep, cuddling close on the chaise lounge.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Later that week, Mrs. Mower found an elegant letter in the mail. It had the obvious scent of Laura Beth Simmon: the wood, bergamot and rose. Inside was another lace invitation bound with a gold band. It read:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mix and Mingle. Enjoy cock, tails and nibbles.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mr. Matthew Simmon and Mrs. Laura Beth Simmon<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Would be honoured by the Presence of You and Your Husband<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At the Overture Christmas Dinner Party<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">On December 12<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The Town School<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Black Tie<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">________ Accepts with Pleasure<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">________ Declines with Regret<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mrs. Mower knew she would accept with pleasure again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Enjoy this story more with 15% off <a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">LELO.com<\/a> with code <span style=\"color: #800080;\">VOLONTE15<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mrs. Mower heard Principal Simmon\u2019s baritone voice. \u201cMrs. Mower,\u201d he said demurely, \u201ca message for you.\u201d She stopped in the middle of a text to her husband. He set down a chic square envelope on top of her stack of math textbooks. \u201cNo pressure. We just wanted to offer a nice evening out.\u201d \u201cWe?\u201d \u201cYes, Mrs. Simmon and I.\u201d His gaze darted away from her. \u201cYou and Mrs. Simmon?\u201d \u201cYes,\u201d he smiled at her confusion. 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