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PART 7

I closed the door and Tony asked if she was all right. I said she was, and she wants to go through with this. He just looked and I said to enjoy the party. We kept on looking at the door to the bedroom and the door to the hallway where his friends would appear. We waited about fifteen minutes when Tony got a call that his buddies were in the parking lot. He let them in and they came to my ex’s apartment. They must have been Tony’ s construction buddies, because they all were relatively well built, a bit rough looking, and all in their mid forties. I introduced myself as an old friend of the woman, and one of the guys said, “So, are you her pimp?”. I laughed and said not really, I had to pay as well. But – the way he said if I was her pimp made me think of my role in all of this.

Another asked what the deal was, what was with this women. Tony explained she was a high school English teacher who happed to do tricks every once in a while. The guys all laughed and remarked that she had an interesting side hustle. We all talked a bit to get to know each other. I looked at all these guys – and thought they may be a bit rough for my ex. They sounded like guys who didn't care what you wanted – they took what they wanted. Suddenly, we heard movement at the bedroom door, and the guest of honor - the prostitute, my ex wife - would soon appear, The room got a bit quiet as the door opened.

The door opened and we heard a rather stern and professional voice. “Good afternoon gentlemen”. My ex appeared in the doorway and our mouths dropped. We weren’t looking at someone dressed as a hooker or something exotic; we were looking at someone dressed as a prim and proper school teacher. My ex had round glasses on, a simple button down white blouse, a blue pleated skirt, and simple penny loafers. Everything offset by a simple strand of pearls. She looked like she was ready to teach a lesson, not offering herself as a gangbang prize.

“Well, gentleman, shall we begin todays’ lesson? Come in!”, she said, and slightly waved to escort everyone in. The guys had dumbfounded looks on their faces, and one guy said this was his fantasy, He always wanted to fuck one of his teachers. A few of the other guys agreed and said this was too good to be true. My ex was making more than one warped fantasy come true that day.

Everyone got in the room and she said, “Before we begin, please put your money on the dresser”. She pointed to where Tony and I had put our money. The guys did what she asked, and they begin to close in on her. She, however, had other ideas.

“Now, let’s see what you have brought to class today”, and she dropped to her knees and began to open the guys pants and pull down their shorts. She went around, pulling out each of their cocks , sucking on each one for a bit before going to the next. She kept on making comments as she moved around, like this is better than you bringing an apple, stupid teacher remarks, but they were working. Everyone was hard as rocks. She played the teacher role perfectly, and each of the guys, even though they were paying for her, were mesmerized by the matronly women in front of them. I knew this women was not that experienced, and wondered just how far she would go.

She got to the last guy, and asked him if he had been good in school. He just said take a look and let me know. She pulled down his pants to unveil a cock that was not that long, but was as wide as a beer can. The other guys knew what he was like and stated to laugh. One of them said, “Well, teach, does he get your approval?”

This was the first time my ex got out of character. She just gasped, and the guy pushed her head closer to his cock. She looked up at him and he said to her, “Go to work!:” This was official – she was not performing – she was working for the money they gave her. She opened her mouth and stretched as far as she could go. She got about a inch or two on his cock, and while hew as starting to pull her head deeper on his cock, she pulled back a bit and said we will have it work on this after school. The group laughed; the teacher bit was still working.

She stood up, gave the beer can cock guy a tug, and told the guys to get undressed. The guys ripped off their clothes, and as we all stood naked in front of my ex, I wonder what was going through her mind. She was controlling this – at least for now, and she had six naked guys about to fuck her like there was no tomorrow – and she was turning her first trick. She asked which one was going to unwrap their purchase. She said that specifically; “unwrap their purchase’. She talked about herself as an object, not a person. She was really being bought for other people’s pleasure. Still, it seemed to me that she really had no idea what she was in for. Yes, she knew she was going to be fucked by a group of guys, be paid for that privilege, but she had never been in a gang bang, and these guys seemed rougher than her approach was letting her in on.