"You got everything?" Sally, my wife, looked nervous.

"Good grief, woman, calm down. This is a talk with Ginny's teacher about her school performance. You look as if you're going to defuse a nuclear bomb with pliers and duct tape."

She told me that was how she felt, as this was the first time we were going to meet that new teacher, Miss Clarkson. Sally was very bad with meeting new people.

"You'll live. It's just a teacher, you know," I told her.

"But it's Ginny's teacher." That seemed to make a huge difference, even when we know our kid was doing very well in school.

"She won't bite, I'm sure." Somehow I managed to get Sally out of the door and into the car, and soon we were on the way to the school. It was a modern building with lots of glass.

The teacher, Miss Clarkson, was waiting for us in a separate meeting room. The walls were all glass, too, but they were a stained version, to assure privacy. The woman looked like a remnant of decades gone by. Her hair was done in the latest fashion of the 1950s, and her clothes looked like from the same era. The other thing that stood out were her glasses. A big blue rim with large round view ports to the world, showing her brown eyes. She had great eyes. I couldn't help noticing that she had great boobs as well. They pressed hard into her blouse, and I saw a faint impression of nipples. Intriguing. The bra she wore had to be flimsy, which made me wonder why she wore one at all.

I didn't have much time to take in Miss Clarkson's appearance. After a quick welcome, she got right down to business and started telling us how well Ginny was doing. After several minutes of praise about the girl's work, I wondered why we were here at all. We knew she was a smart cookie and how school was easy for her.

"Can you explain why you are telling us what we already know?" Sally had gotten her courage back and asked what I was about to do.

"Of course." Miss Clarkson smiled and had a particular look on her face as she looked at my wife. "I can arrange for your daughter to be transferred to a different school. One that's better suited to her abilities. I've noticed that she gets bored here quite quickly. She deserves better, and I can easily arrange that because I work at that school part time like I do here."

"Well, that sounds good," Sally said. "Thank you for that." She looked at me. "Don't you agree that sounds great?"

"Absolutely." We both wanted the best for our daughter.

"Wonderful," said Miss Clarkson. "I will see to all that. Provided there's a little thing we can agree on." She raised her pen and slowly licked it for a moment.

"And what might that be?" I was very aware of the change in her. She was after something. Was it money? And why did she lick that pen?

Miss Clarkson got up and locked the door to the meeting room. "It's something I personally value," she said as she undid a few buttons of her blouse. "What I would like…" She leaned on the table between her and us, revealing a lot of skin and cleavage. "What I would like in return is for you two to take all your clothes off."

"What?" Sally and I said in unison.

"I am sure you heard me well," the teacher said. "I want to see you naked. It's… a bit of a hobby of mine. Perhaps even a fetish. I love seeing everything of my pupils' parents." She licked her lips. "Everything."

Sally got up and stared at the woman. "I can't believe this. You want to see us naked?"

"That is exactly what I want," Miss Clarkson said as she reached out and grabbed one of Sally's boobs for a moment. "Oh, nice."

"Hey, you can't do that," I said as I got up.

The teacher moved around the table and pressed a hand between my legs. "Can't I? And I can't do this either?" Her breath was warm on my cheek, her eyes huge behind the glasses. Then she stepped back. "Well, if I can't, then I can't do anything for Ginny. Then your cute and clever little girl will have to stay in this school and be bored most of the time."

I worried about that part, because Ginny had often told us she didn't like this school very much. The kids here were fun, but the classes were slow, and she always felt she knew everything that was taught already. Sally's face told me she was thinking the same. Then my wife surprised me.

"So if we take off our clothes for you, you will arrange Ginny's transfer?"

"I will. But before you undress, I do want to say that I might increase my… demands a little bit." Miss Clarkson's face betrayed nothing of what she meant, but her intent was obvious.

"Your demands?" Sally asked. "Which are?"

I couldn't believe she was talking like this.

"Seeing how eager you are to get your daughter away from here, I think a little extra is in order. Something a bit more physical than just undressing. And do understand that I will take my clothes off too. That's just fair." Miss Clarkson slowly reached up and undid a few more buttons on her blouse, revealing the flimsy bra which I had already expected. "It's up to you."

Sally looked at me, then pulled her sweater over her head. There she stood, lightly tanned skin, her boobs in the beautiful red bra I loved so much.

"Oh, that is very nice," Miss Clarkson said, not clarifying if she meant Sally or the bra. "Now it's your turn," she said, turning to me.

I was still stunned by Sally's action. "Okay. I guess." I took off the shirt I was wearing. As I did so, Miss Clarkson took off her blouse and kicked off her shoes.

"We're making very good progress," she said as she undid the clips from her skirt. She put that on the chair she'd been sitting on. Her panties were as flimsy as the bra she was wearing.

Sally slipped out of her jeans after taking off her sneakers, and looked at me. There was an actual smile on her face. She liked this! I was so surprised.

I got out of my shoes and pants too. The bulge in my underwear was prominent. It had appeared spontaneously. Not surprising when there were two women in their underwear near me, both looking very good.

Miss Clarkson walked to Sally and reached behind her. "Do allow me," she said as her breasts rubbed against my wife's. She undid the clips of Sally's bra and took the red garment off her. Sally's dark nipples were erect, turning me on as they always did.

The teacher stepped back and admired Sally's boobs for a moment, then noticed how my cock was yearning to be released. "I'm very glad you chose this option," she said, running a finger over one of Sally's nipples for a moment. She then took off her own bra, showing us small breasts with puffy nipples. She tossed the bra on the chair and came over to me, putting a hand on my hard cock. "Very pleased to feel you, sir," she said, and pulled my underwear down. My cock immediately stood to attention and, as she knelt down to get me out of the underwear, she made sure that my cock rubbed against her face.

Miss Clarkson got up. "Now I would like you, sir, to undo your wife's last bit of clothing." She tapped my cock with a finger and stepped away, so I could go over to where Sally stood. Sally had an almost feral grin on her face, which told me she was all for this. I'd never expected this from the woman I'd married over ten years ago.

I went down on my knees and slowly pulled down her panties. I smelled the scent of her aroused pussy, making my cock even harder. This woman never failed to get me horny.

"I love this," Miss Clarkson said. "And now, if the lady would be so kind to undo mine…"

I got up and watched how Sally stood very close to the teacher, their breasts touching, their eyes almost glued to each other for a moment. Then Sally hooked her fingers in the flimsy underwear, knelt down, and in the same movement yanked the panties down. It was so sudden that Miss Clarkson gasped.

Her pussy wasn't shaved like Sally's. Her pubic hair was crafted into a small heart, which looked surprisingly cute. I wondered if she did that herself, or if there was a lucky person who was asked to do that. Sally didn't get up though. She examined the hair and the soft lips in front of her face for a while, as her hands slowly slid up along the teacher's legs and coming to rest on her behind. Then Sally slowly kissed the pussy.

Precum dripped from my cock as I saw how my wife was kissing another woman's genitals. Had anyone told me that she was capable of that, I wouldn't have believed it, but seeing it happen was so incredibly hot that I didn't want her to stop, the more as Miss Clarkson was loudly moaning by now. I moved closer and touched one of the teacher's nipples, which made the woman gasp.

"Yes," she said as she grabbed my cock and squeezed it.

After a few minutes Miss Clarkson was no longer in control of who did what. We all were engaged in this unexpected sexual encounter.

Sally had stopped licking the teacher's pussy. Miss Clarkson was on her knees now, sucking my cock hard, while my wife was on her knees behind the woman, slamming several fingers in the teacher's definitely soggy pussy while also fingering herself.

Suddenly Sally looked up at me and stunned me yet again. "I want to see you fuck her."

The teacher let my cock flop out of her mouth and looked up also. "Yes. I want her watching you as you fuck me." She got up as Sally pulled her fingers free, and lay down on her back on the table, with her legs high up. "Do it."

"Do it," Sally echoed as she got up and moved to the other side of the table, her eyes on my cock as I pulled the teacher closer to the edge so I could slide inside her more easily. She was soaking wet. Sally had done a great number on her. My cock went in without any resistance, thanks to Sally's preparations, and I started fucking, watching the teacher's boobs wiggle in the rhythm of my pounding into her, as well as Sally's hand that was working her pussy. Miss Clarkson sometimes squeezed with her pussy muscles, giving me and her an extra sensation.

Sally then climbed on the desk and squatted down over the teacher's face. "My turn," she said, her voice husky as she lowered her pussy on the mouth of the woman I was fucking. Part of my brain wondered if this was all happening, but the feeling my cock relayed made that question moot. It was happening, here in this meeting room in the school, where we'd talked about our daughter's future school.

After some more fucking, during which Sally and Miss Clarkson both moaned a lot, the teacher managed to tell me that she wanted me to dump my cum on her belly and her boobs.

I knew I was getting close, so after a few more good pushes deep inside her I pulled out and jacked off. Getting to my orgasm didn't take much. She grabbed her pussy and worked it hard while I shot my load over her hands, her belly and even onto her tits. The reach of that stream surprised me. As if she'd been waiting for that, the teacher worked herself to an orgasm too and then the unthinkable happened.

Sally bent over and licked my cum from the woman's body, after which she took my cock in her mouth. It was already going limp but she didn't care. Instead, she slowly sucked it while Miss Clarkson beneath her was reaching the height of her orgasm. A few minutes later the teacher was slowly catching her breath.

My wife slowly let my cock go and got off the desk, helping Miss Clarkson to her feet. "I hope we made it clear that we want our daughter to get the best education," she said.

"I have not a shadow of a doubt," the teacher said as she was reaching for her clothes. We all got dressed in relative silence. After that, Miss Clarkson said that Ginny would be able to change school after the end of this semester. "I hope that, by then, we can plan a repeat meeting to discuss things that might have come up."

I looked at Sally, who simply nodded and said, "Of course. Hopefully under similar circumstances." She somehow managed to put an emphasis on 'cum'.

"It would be my pleasure," Miss Clarkson said as she unlocked the door. "Let's stay in contact. And thank you for your visit." I noticed how her nipples now poked through the thin layers of fabric she wore.

"Thank you too, Miss Clarkson," I said as we left the small room.

We walked down the corridor. Hand in hand.

Sally looked at me and whispered, "You owe me an orgasm, mister."