Her head was swimming and she blinked, rapidly, trying to clear away the blurs that wiggled across her field of vision.

"Love you," Tom said, huskily, throatily. "Really love you. Look up at me. Smile. I like to see you smile around my cock while you're sucking it. Know what I like even better? To see you smile when I ram it up your pussy and start to fuck you silly. Get up. I can't wait. If I don't get it in your cunt, I'm gonna blow my nuts down your throat, and I need to fuck you, baby, really need to fuck you!"

"Not half as much as I need to get fucked!" the girl purred, her throat not clogged now, her words coming out loud and clear.

Joanne wanted to scream, to curse and rage, but it occurred to her that if she could hear them, they would probably hear her. And she didn't know if it would be a good thing to bring this out into the open right now. She had to think first, she had to get it all straight in her mind, came up with some snappy repartee, something to tell Tom, to break his balls with words, to let him know that she knew what he was doing and that she was pissed off!

"Oooohhhhhhh!" the girl squealed, and Joanne felt sick knowing that she was listening to her husband fucking another woman. Not even a woman, she corrected herself angrily. A girl. A student, beyond doubt. One of the impressionable young minds he had been given to mold in his capacity as a teacher. God, the hypocrisy of it! Was this how a teacher interacted with his students nowadays? Was this what she'd worked for, saved for so he could attend graduate school? So he could sit in his office and fuck his girl students during the lunch break? Goddamn him to hell! Goddamn his lousy fucking soul! If anyone needed proof that. God was a man and not a woman, this was it. A female. God would have sent a blast of lightning down to fry that son of a bitch in his tracks. God, the male, was probably sitting up there in heaven laughing his ass at the pathetic tawdriness of it all. She knew she was going to be sick.