Evan didn’t miss the way Mia’s legs rubbed together as she made her way across the room. He watched her progress across the room, and could smell her excitement when she sat in the chair next to him.

After the show she’d inadvertently put on for the class, there was no missing Mia’s lack of panties and he knew she was stirring in her own juices after the scolding the professor had given her. Literally.

If only they weren’t in this classroom, he’d give her the pounding of a lifetime.

His eyes raked over her, resting on her deep cleavage in the skanky school girl outfit. It was fucking hot and he couldn’t remember the last time she’d looked so slutty. Evan had no trouble imagining her lush, red lips wrapped around his cock. But he forced himself to focus on what the teacher was saying.

“Instruction is a crucial part of the sexual relationship,” the professor said. “There are times when your partner will know exactly how they want to be touched and how they want you to treat them. When they communicate those needs to you, you better be listening.” The instructor stopped and it felt as if he stared right at Evan.

I’m listening, Evan wanted to scream.

But had he been?

He glanced over at Mia, whose breasts were heaving against her red bra, threatening to burst from her tiny top with every breath. His cock hardened further at the sight of her.

No, he thought. I most certainly haven’t been listening. But damned if he wasn’t listening to every little thing her body was telling him now and it was most definitely telling him to bend her over a table and take her. Hard.

But in a room full of strangers, Evan knew that wasn’t about to happen. He settled for sliding his hand over her creamy exposed thigh.

Mia’s thighs spread open in invitation, and a small sigh escaped her lips, but she didn’t take her eyes off the professor.

At the front of the class, he was saying something about communication and how even when your partner didn’t know how to express what they wanted, an in-tune lover could read the needs of the other without exchanging a word. Evan was certainly reading Mia. Her eyes closed and her red lips parted as he slid his fingers up her thigh, and under the tiny scrap of fabric that was her skirt.

“Mr. Wallace?”

Evan started at his name and jerked his hand away. Mia let out a sigh of frustration and they both turned their attention to the front of the class. “It looks as if you’re ready to move on to the practical portion of the class.”

Oh, he was ready all right.

“And Ms. Wallace? How exactly do you feel about that?”

Mia nodded and made a noise that could only be taken as consent. Evan’s cock strained for release.

“Okay,” Dex said with a small smile. “It looks as if I made my point and my lesson was successful.” He turned to face the rest of the classroom. “Does anyone have any questions about communication? Can you see now how—with the Wallaces’ very successful example—the importance of listening to your partner, especially what he or she is not saying?”

Evan’s mind was spinning and it was next to impossible to concentrate when he could hear Mia’s heavy breathing, and see her chest heaving up and down out of the corner of his eye. But he forced himself to listen to Dex, because after all, that was the whole point of being at the school. They were supposed to be learning so they could improve their sex life, not just watching another man turn his wife on to the point where she could barely sit down. That was hot, too, Evan thought, letting his mind wander again.

But no. He needed to focus. Dex was still talking. Something about a homework exercise. That was the good part.

“So, each class will follow a slightly different format,” Dex said. “There will be times, like tonight, where I will set up a scene, and play it out in order to make a point. Other nights, we may all go into the auditorium to watch graduates of the Institute demonstrate a technique for our benefit. Regardless, there will always be a chance to discuss what we’ve seen as a class, followed by suggestions for homework and in some instances, assignments.”

Assignments? Evan almost laughed aloud. Would they be graded on their assignments? He couldn’t even imagine how that process would work.

“Homework is optional,” Dex continued, answering Evan’s unspoken question. “Obviously, we feel it’s in your best interest as a couple to complete them all. After all, there’s a reason you registered, right?” The teacher’s dark eyes focused in on Mia and Evan. “However, if you’re not comfortable with something, you shouldn’t feel forced in any way. Assignments, however, will be graded. At times in a classroom setting, and other times just with the instructor. And yes, if you choose to stay in the program, assignments are compulsory. We take classes very seriously, and if students are unwilling to turn themselves over to the process, we will not waste our time with them.”

Again, it seemed as if the teacher’s gaze narrowed in on Evan.

He steeled his eyes, and set his mouth in a firm line. Oh, he would complete the assignments, all right. Even if only to prove to this guy that he had the balls to follow through.

Evan risked a glance over at Mia. She was breathing even harder now, if it was even possible, but she was clearly concentrating hard to rein in her response. Was she excited about the prospect of being graded on performance? Or did the idea of performing in public turn her off? They’d never talked about it before, but judging by what she’d just been through and the flushed color of her skin and the potent smell of her excitement, Evan was willing to bet money that she felt exactly the same way he did.

* * *

An assignment? The thought played on repeat in her head. And the more she thought about it, the more Mia liked the idea. Never in a million years would she ever have imagined she’d be excited to do homework when she was usually on the giving end of handing out homework. But something told her the assignment Dex was going to give out was going to be a whole lot different than any homework she’d ever given to a student. And she was going to like it a whole lot more than marking tests or boring essay questions.

Mia squirmed in her seat, trying to discreetly give herself some release. From the moment she’d walked into the classroom, her arousal had grown to an almost painful level. She needed release. And soon. As if he read her mind, Evan’s hand once more wrapped itself around her thigh and slid up, under her impossibly tiny skirt. Without making eye contact, she opened her legs and allowed his fingers easier access.

Unlike earlier, when he pulled away, this time Evan answered her unasked question and pushed one finger, and then two into her slick folds. Mia gasped and rocked forward, keeping her attention trained on Dex, who was still talking at the front of the class. He’d already made his point and was talking more about a homework assignment which involved reading each other’s body signals. She stopped listening, since Evan clearly had already jumped ahead to the homework portion of the evening. Mia focused on the professor, trying hard to act normal. Surely if he saw them screwing around in the middle of the class, there would be a punishment.

Mia groaned again. Only this time she couldn’t be sure if it was because of the way Evan’s fingers were slowly working inside her, or the thought that there might be a punishment if they were caught again. When Dex smacked her ass, it had sent thrills through her that she’d never imagined. Never before had Mia even entertained the idea of punishment as a form of sex play, but now that she’d had a taste of it...

“Oh, God.” Mia stopped herself from crying out and the words came out as a groan; all thoughts vanished from her head.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Evan leaned down and whispered in her ear. His voice was husky, rough and full of need.

A need she wanted to answer with every fiber of her being. Mia nodded her head and forced her eyes to remain trained on the front of the class and Dex who was still talking, although she’d be damned if she could hear a thing he was saying with every drop of blood flooding to her crotch and focusing on every tiny movement of Evan’s fingers that were driving her crazy, building the fiery heat deep in her core.

It had been a long time. Too long since she’d felt the sweet release of an orgasm brought on by anything besides her own fingers.

“That’s right, baby,” Evan moaned under his breath. “I can feel it. Let it come.”

Come. She couldn’t do that. Not here. Not sitting in a classroom full of people. She couldn’t, could she?

Evan worked his fingers relentlessly. Sliding in and out, flicking her clit with every thrust. Mia closed her eyes, unable to focus on anything else. She shook her head. “No,” she said. “No. I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” The professor’s voice seemed to float down over her while she focused solely on keeping her orgasm at bay.

Evan’s fingers stilled and Mia shook her head again but even though she knew they now had Dex’s attention, she didn’t open her eyes.

“Take her there,” Dex said to Evan. “You’re listening to her; you can feel it, so give her what she wants.” Evan’s fingers started moving again, this time tentatively. “Give her what she needs.”

Mercifully, Evan’s fingers started moving in earnest. When he crooked his fingers upward, stroking the secret spot to the front, Mia put a hand on each side of her chair, lifted her bottom up and cried out, “Oh, God.”

Heat rushed through her like a wave, crashing into an apex of pleasure, focused completely on Evan’s fingers and their relentless movement inside her.

Mia kept her eyes squeezed tightly against what she was sure would be an entire room full of people. “Oh, God. Stop,” she moaned.

Evan froze and Mia clenched around her fingers, on the verge of coming.

“Mr. Wallace,” Dex said, his voice firm. “Is that what her body is telling you?”

“No.”

“That’s right,” Dex said. “The last thing you should do is stop.”

What? No. Mia’s eyes snapped open. “If he doesn’t stop, then I—”

“Will come right here where you sit.”

“Yes,” Mia said, her voice coming out as a mewl. “I mean, no. I...I can’t...”

“Yes you can, Ms. Wallace.”

Evan started thrusting his fingers in her with a renewed vigor and Mia threw her head back in the chair.

“That’s right, Ms. Wallace, let go. Let yourself feel it and give your body what it needs.”

She felt it, all right. She felt the pressure building inside, threatening to burst. So close...so close. “No,” she said. Mia shook her head, fighting every bit of the pressure building inside her. The urge to let go was strong. Stronger than anything she’d ever felt. But, no. She couldn’t. Not with everyone watching.

“Yes, Mia.” Evan practically moaned the words. “Do it. Come for me, baby. Everyone wants you to.”

She shook her head from side to side. “No. I can’t. They’re watching.”

“Yes, baby,” Evan said. “They are. They all want it, too.” Continuing the onslaught with his fingers, he put his thumb on Mia’s clit and pressed, just enough.

Mia moaned and unable to control herself any longer, she threw her head back and let go. Because damned if she cared what anyone else thought. With Evan’s fingers inside her, pressing all her hot buttons, she couldn’t hold it inside any more. All the heat in her body crested into an apex of heat. “Oh, God,” she yelled.

“Let it go, Mia,” Dex said. “Evan, listen to her. Listen to everything she’s telling you. Everything her body is telling you. It’s all about communication.”

Everything Evan was doing felt good, damn good. But there was something holding her back.

“Come on, baby. Let go.”

“Okay, Mr. Wallace,” the professor said. “Do it.”

“I am,” Evan said. “I’m doing what I can.” But his motion slowed. He wasn’t doing what he could. Mia bit her tongue to keep from crying out in frustration.

“No,” Dex said.

She could hear that the teacher was closer. She could feel it. “You’re not listening,” he said. “You’re not listening to what her body is telling her.”

“I am, dammit.” Evan thrust his fingers inside her a few more times in frustration, but it did nothing to her, and Mia could feel the tenuous grip she had on her orgasm slipping away.

“No.” Dex’s voice was smooth, soft. “Let me show you.” Mia braced herself and an electric thrill shot through her. Was he going to touch her? She hadn’t had another man’s touch on her skin since before Evan. Long before Evan.

She sucked in a breath and braced herself, surprising herself with how much she wanted the teacher to touch her. How much she wanted his expert touch on her body to push her over the edge.

“Yes,” she moaned, before she could stop herself. “Do it.”

“What?” Evan pulled his fingers from her, and Mia instinctively tensed. Her eyes snapped open and she stared into Evan’s eyes.

Even if she wasn’t half gone with passion, she would have been able to easily see her lover’s eyes full of passion of his own with a mixture of confusion too.

“Evan.” She tried to talk to him. To tell him exactly what she needed to get over the edge she was teetering on.

“Let me,” Dex said. Mia watched through half-lidded eyes as their teacher pulled a chair close. And then, before she could even process what was happening, the other man’s fingers were on her. His touch was hot, almost electric and although Mia hadn’t had another man touch her in years, it felt both new and familiar at the same time. Like he knew exactly what she needed.

Mia knew she should be horrified that a virtual stranger, let alone a stranger who was supposed to be her teacher, was touching her in a way only her husband had. But when his fingers trailed down her thigh, and slipped into her folds, slippery with need, all Mia could think about was how damn good it felt.

She let a moan escape her lips when he pushed a finger inside her. And then two. Evan’s hands, released from their task, were free to explore the rest of her. And they did.

“That’s right, Mr. Wallace. See what she needs? Now you’re getting it.”

Mia could barely focus on the words; all she could focus on was the building pressure in her core that was pulsing to her pussy.

Evan slid one hand under her bra and cupped her full breast. It felt so good to have his touch back on her, she almost screamed out and when he squeezed, Mia’s whole body shuddered in response.

“That’s right,” the professor. “You feel that? She’s telling you exactly what she needs.”

“Oh, I feel it all right.” Evan’s voice was low and husky.

“Now,” Dex said. “I want you to try this.” The teacher removed his fingers and Mia mewled in protest. “In fact,” he said. “I think everyone should see this. Ms. Wallace here is a very receptive student and it’s a great opportunity for everyone to learn. You don’t mind, do you?”

Mia couldn’t be sure who he was asking permission from, but she was in no position to protest.

“Not at all,” Evan said. His voice was so damn sexy and the fact that he was giving consent for a room full of strangers to watch him please her was hotter than Mia could have imagined it would be.

She opened her eyes and stared right into his, hungry with passion. He grinned and looked around the room. When Mia followed his gaze and saw the other couples moving towards her, circling around, watching, some even crouching to get a better view, she squirmed and closed her legs. Out of reflex, she shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said. She stared into Evan’s eyes, but they were clouded with lust and weren’t focusing on her.

“I think she might need to be reminded of what got her to this point. Don’t you, Mr. Wallace?”

Evan nodded.

“What’s her body need?” Dex asked. “What does she need to convince her?”

With his hand still cupped around Mia’s breast, Evan squeezed and her body responded by tensing slightly.

“That was a good start,” the teacher said. “But I think her body might be telling you she wants more.”

Evan nodded again and Mia frantically looked again at the crowd around her. “I don’t—”

Her words were lost when Evan simultaneously plunged his fingers deep into her with one hand and pinched her nipple with the other. He’d never played with her breasts so roughly and the sensation was intense, the effect instantaneous.

“Oh, God.” Mia threw her head back and let out a guttural scream.

“I think you got it right,” Dex said. “Now, let’s see what else she needs.”

Evan swirled his fingers around and thrust deeply once or twice before sharply withdrawing.

“No,” Mia moaned.

“Are you sure, baby?” Evan asked. She knew what he was asking. He wanted to know if she was okay with coming in front of a group of total strangers.

It was way out of her comfort zone, but at that moment, with Evan’s fingers buried inside her, her orgasm on the verge of exploding, she didn’t care if there was a stadium full of spectators watching her. She just needed release.

“Please,” Mia moaned and squeezed her thighs closer together, desperately seeking relief from the orgasm that was feeling further and further away by the second.

“I think that’s what you’ve been looking for, Mr. Wallace. And now...”

Mia looked him in his dark eyes, clouded deeper with lust, and ran her tongue over her lips in the way she knew would drive him crazy.

Evan groaned, and pinched her taut bud of a nipple in response.

“That’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for.”

* * *

Watching Mia’s cute little tongue slipping out of those perfect pink lips of hers was almost enough to put Evan over the top. His cock throbbed in his pants, desperate for release. But he knew he wouldn’t be getting his own release, at least not yet.

He was surprised she’d consented to letting him fuck her with his fingers with a room full of strangers watching. Of course, recommending the Institute had been a big enough surprise. Maybe there was a lot more to Mia than he’d ever known. Whatever was going on with her, he liked it.

Evan thrust his fingers inside her again and when she threw her head back in pleasure, he slid his thumb over her hard bud of a clit and flicked it back and forth.

It didn’t take long; Evan felt her tighten around his fingers. He pressed down on her clit harder, and she bucked under his ministrations, until the familiar warmth flowed down his fingers and Mia’s fingers clenched around his head. He hadn’t realized her hands had traveled to his head, but as she cried out in pleasure, Evan relished in her cries of ecstasy and the pull she had on his head.

“Yes, baby,” he moaned and thrust one more time into her, milking the last of her orgasm.

“Good girl,” Dex said, leaning over the couple. “And an example well demonstrated.” The teacher grinned, and patted Evan’s shoulder. “As our students have demonstrated, listening to your partner and reading their needs, even when they themselves may not know what they are, is crucial to having a successful and satisfying sex life. And there is a difference.” The professor paced in front of the class, and even though Evan knew he should withdraw his fingers from Mia, he wasn’t ready. She pulsed around him, and he twirled his fingers easily within her, relishing her tremor one more time before finally pulling out.

He risked a look around the room at their classmates, who were watching intently, some with their hands under the skirts of their partners. Some of the ladies had their hands on the crotch of their men, or on their own tits, pulling and tweaking for some pleasure.

Evan snuck a quick look at Mia, who was just barely recovering from her orgasm. Her face was flushed that shade of pink that always made Evan hard, and given how hard he already was, it probably wasn’t a good idea to spend too much time looking at her if he couldn’t do anything about it.

But he couldn’t help it. Evan reached out and traced a finger up Mia’s exposed thigh, stopping short before he reached her crotch and the moisture he knew pooled there. The shudder that ran through her body just about undid him.

“Mr. Wallace, it would seem your wife needs to do some listening of her own,” Dex said.

Mia opened her eyes and with heavy lids, she smiled lazily up at him. “You’re so right, Dex. I need to get my man home and fuck him.”

Evan’s cock twitched. She knew exactly what it did to him to hear her talk dirty.

Instead of looking at her lover, Mia glanced up and across the room. She’d almost forgotten there were others watching. Almost. Her gaze landed on a buxom blond woman. Her breasts were spilling out of her uniform, which was a soft, romantically pink teddy. Her partner was tall, incredibly lean, with a broad, smooth chest that Mia had the unexpectedly strong urge to run her hands across. He stood over the woman, his hand on one shoulder, his other hand on her breast, but his intense gaze was fixated on Mia. It should have unnerved her, but it didn’t. It was quite the opposite.

It wasn’t until Evan’s hand found her arm, squeezing it, that Mia refocused on the task at hand, embarrassed to be caught out.

“Is that it?” she asked the professor, slipping easily into her role.

Dex laughed, a low, almost growling sound, and the rest of the class followed suit. “Yes,” he said after a moment. “I think that’s class dismissed.”

* * *

Mia was still vibrating from the combination of the heady feeling of their first night at a sex school and the most powerful orgasm she could remember having in a very long time. She couldn’t be sure if it was being at the school, with people watching them, or Dex instructing them with his sexy and confident voice, and his touch on her that made her release so intense, but it didn’t matter.

By the time Evan and Mia made it to their car in the parking lot, Mia couldn’t hold it in much longer. She had to have him inside her. She reached over the gearshift and with deft hands, unzipped Evan’s zipper. He’d changed back into his own jeans and at the briefest touch of her hands, his cock responded the way she knew it would.

“Oh, baby,” he groaned. “We should wait till we get—”

His words were lost when she wrapped her hands around his thick cock, her own desire flaring up again between her legs.

“I’m not waiting for anything,” Mia said, and moments later, she leaned over and wrapped her lips, still coated in thick red lipstick, around his thickness. Evan’s heat filled her and Mia didn’t waste any time. She could have gone slow and drawn it out, rewarding him with the pleasure she knew he deserved after making her quiver in front of a room full of strangers, but she couldn’t. All Mia wanted was to feel him inside her.

She sucked and licked at his cock, eliciting the moans of approval she knew she would. Evan threaded his fingers through her hair and guided her head up and down, helping her take and give the pleasure they both wanted and needed.

It didn’t take long before she felt him stiffen and she knew she didn’t have much time if she wanted to have him inside her.

Mia pulled herself up and with a quick move, straddled Evan in the front seat. She wiggled until her skirt rode up over her hips, a little harder without the easy access of the school uniform.

“We’ve never done it in the car.”

“So don’t you think it’s about time, then?” Mia ground her hips against him, just gentle enough to drive him crazy.

Evan groaned and that was all the assent Mia needed. She dropped herself down until his cock impaled her and she had him inside her. She rode him hard and fast, her pleasure re-igniting quickly.

She closed her eyes, allowing herself to focus on the impending orgasm that would crash over her body. But it wasn’t Evan’s lithe, lean body that filled her vision. Instead, it was the smooth, broad chest of the man she’d locked eyes with in the classroom. Mia’s eyes flew open and she made a point to stare at her husband, letting her eyes travel up his body to his neck, his handsome familiar face.

“Oh, God, Mia,” he groaned.

She focused on his voice and picked up the pace, rubbing her clit against him as she rode him. It was only moments before she felt his thighs tense, and he gripped her back, taking his release only seconds before her own climax exploded within her.

Mia collapsed on him, letting both of their bodies adjust before she pulled away. She closed her eyes and nuzzled against his neck. She tried to enjoy the afterglow of the second orgasm she’d had that had blown her mind, but instead of letting herself relish in the moment, her mind kept floating back to the man in the class. Irritated with herself, she planted a soft kiss on Evan’s neck and pulled herself off him, sliding back into the passenger seat.

“Well, that was fuckin’ awesome,” Evan said. “If the first night is any indication, I think I’m going to like the Institute. A lot.” Evan zipped up his pants and turned the key in the ignition before looking at her. “What do you think, babe? I know you weren’t so sure.”

“I couldn’t agree with you more,” she answered honestly.

Mia tugged her skirt down and turned to grab her seat belt. Her eyes swept across the parking lot that she assumed was empty. But it wasn’t. Her eyes locked with a woman standing in the shadows. Far enough that she hadn’t noticed her earlier. Close enough that she would have seen everything that Mia and Evan had just done.

Out of reflex, Mia moved to tell Evan what she saw, but a movement stopped her. A man. The man slid his hand around the woman who she could now see was the blond woman from class. His hand slipped into the woman’s sweater, clearly fondling her breast. But he wasn’t focused on his partner. No, his eyes were locked on Mia, a smile on his face.

Mia knew she should look away. She should say something. But she was frozen, watching the scene play out in front of her.

The man slipped his hand into the front waistband of the woman’s pants, and a moment later, withdrew a finger, lifting it to his mouth. With his eyes holding Mia’s, he put the finger into his mouth and sucked.

Mia felt her entire body convulse with what could only be an aftershock of the orgasm she’d just had. Or was it?

“Mia?”

She shook her head and looked away from the man. “Sorry,” she said. “I just thought I saw something.”

“What did you see?”

“Nothing.” She smiled at him. “What were you saying?”

Evan’s mouth turned up into a grin. “I was just asking you if you were as turned on as I was by that couple watching us fuck.”

* * *