Wimpy Teacher, Hot Wife (Text Version)

Jerome and Tyrone were the only ones that had their phones on in the classroom, since you didn't have the nerve to tell those two black guys anything, neither did any other teacher for that matter.
The moment you heard their phones go off, you knew there was no turning back.
You turned around and looked over at them, some of your other students probably expected you to say something to them, but you would never have the courage to do that, which most of your students knew, which made you feel even weaker.
You saw the smug look on Tyrone's face when he saw what had been sent to him, as Jerome gave him a smug nod as well.
But then something happened that you weren't expecting, Tyrone had hit redial on his phone, and suddenly your phone started ringing.
As both of them looked up at you, you could feel a small knot forming in your stomach as you felt scared.
"Ehm... class, we're going to end early today." You told your classroom as they all quickly started to leave.
As your other students had left and closed the door, Jerome and Tyrone had stayed behind.
"What's up teach." Tyrone said calmy.
"Yo, where tha fuck did you get our numbers mutha fucka!" Jerome said in a mean way which made you feel scared.
"I... I... didn't mean to offend you... I know I shouldn't have called like that... I'm..." You said stuttering feeling worried.
"Chill dawg..." Tyrone told Jerome. "Who's the girl in the photo?" Tyrone then asked you.
"That's... that's my wife..." You had just sent a picture of your wife wearing nothing by a skimpy bikini, showing off her amazing body and you could clearly see here large and firm breasts in that tiny top.
"Yo, if you sent this as some sort of taunt, my boy Jerome here is going to seriously mess you up." Tyrone then got mean.
"N... no... I... I wouldn't never do anything like that... it's..." You tried to say stuttering as both of them looked at you in a mean way.
"I... I've been telling my wife about the two of you and..."
"You've been fucking talking shit about us mutha fucka?!" Jerome then moved up to you.
"N... no... I've... I've just been telling her that... I'm... I'm scared of the two of you." You told them looking so weak as you looked down.
"You bettah be mutha fucka!" Jerome told you as you were too intimidated to say anything.
"So what's up with the picture?" Tyrone asked you as you slowly looked up.
"Ehm... well... my wife wanted me to take a photo of her and send it to the two of you. She thought she could maybe... apologize for anything I had done to offend you." You told them feeling worried.
"Apologize huh, like how?" Tyrone asked in a smug way like he knew the answer.
"Well... she wanted me to ask if you wanted to... come home with me and meet her." You told them nervously.
"Yo... you bettah not be fucking with us!" Jerome then told you off.
"N... no I would never... I... I could call her if you want... you could talk to her." You then said feeling worried.
"Yeah do that, and put her on speaker." Tyrone told you.
You felt so humiliated as you stood there in your classroom, punched around by those black guys, calling your wife with anyone being able to catch all of you in your classroom.
"Honey... Hi it's me, I'm calling for..." Before you could end that sentence your wife interrupted you.
"Sweety... did you send that photo to those black guys." Your wife suddenly said which made you feel weak as they could hear her as well.
"He certainly did girl." Tyrone then spoke out, as your wife got quiet for a bit.
"Oh... I didn't know you... I'm... sorry if I offended you... calling you black... I." You could tell that your wife was flustered.
"Don't worry about it girl, we just had your husband here call you so that we knew he wasn't messing with us. My boy Jerome here would have messed him up if you hadn't turned out to be real." Tyrone told your wife which made you feel scared.
"Oh, I didn't think of that when I told him to send you that photo, but that is me." Your wife said a bit more confident now.
"So your husband tells us that you would like to... apologize... for your husband." Tyrone said to her.
"Y... yes I thought if you got to know him, and me a bit better you might see that he's not that bad, and I would love to persuade the two of you in any way that I can." As you heard your wife say that you felt so jealous and inferior.
"Aight girl, we'll be riding with your boy home then, and I hope you'll be wearing that piece in the photo when we get there." Tyrone told her.
"You're actually comi... oh yes... of course... I'll put it on right away." Your wife sounded a little surprised and very excited.
"Lets go white boy, your wife is waiting!" Tyrone told you as Jerome gave a small push making you feel so weak.
It didn't take long before your wife's bikini top and thong laid on the floor, as Tyrone was fucking her pussy from behind and Jerome had his big black dick in her mouth.
Your wife was sandwiched in between them, as her naked breasts swayed beneath her as Tyrone kept fucking her hard.
You had only fantasized about this moment before, but now that it was actually happening you had already cum in your pants once.
And judging by your wife's loud screams of pleasure, she had already had several orgasms.
It was like watching a porno, but this was in real life, and with the woman you loved being taken by huge black men.
You even ended up taking some photos of the three of them, which you then sent to Tyrone and Jerome, photos you knew that they were going to share with other black guys.