Married Teacher Helps Rebel Student

I'm a normal woman, normal in the sense that my physical type is not that of any top model, although whitish, with light brown hair and eyes, I won a miss bumbum contest in my city twice in a row, which my then boyfriend had entered me in, just for fun. It comes out in the local newspapers, I was invited to several photo essays, the last two naked, but I stopped because we got married.
I'm very sexually resolute, I know what I want and when I want it, but the rehearsals were making my husband jealous, especially after a photographer who photographed me naked told me that he told him that I had threatened him because he wanted to take me to bed, and blackmailed me because I provoked him and messed with him on set, and he wanted me for himself. My husband got angry, and asked me to stop, to which I did some hiding, which he found out much later, asked me to stop again and finally I stopped. He asked me to stay at home but I prefer to get a job in a public school as a teacher, and so I act alongside what I really like, in a lot of contact with students who have problems, who are repetitive, or who end up crossing the boundaries of the teachers, with the kind who pushed me a lot, especially with this kind of girl, who pushes me a lot, and they become a negative burden to the social system, but they are very nice girls.
Anyway, last year, I met a student who had been having relationship problems, fighting with everyone, disrespecting teachers and so on, and so on, nothing but what I always saw in my day to day, we ended up getting to know each other, talking, and he showed himself to be a nice boy to talk to, despite the bad behavior, he was very handsome, with a well defined body, and very nice, he knew how to talk, and little by little, he began to pay more attention to the classes, principalmen when I was on the blackboard writing. He stayed after class, not just to solve the problems, but to talk to us, and we ended up making a friend.
In one of those conversations, he told me about how his father drank and didn't work and I got interested in his mother's story that in order to satisfy himself, he found out that she had to satisfy herself with other men, having affairs with men in the neighborhood. It spice up our conversation, in a way, that I wanted to hear all the rotten things of his mother. She was so obsessed with a woman like her, who could live betraying in the face of her alcoholic husband, who ended up giving her freedom, without knowing it, because he was always drunk. And the 18-year-old student, he was excited about telling everything about his own mother, I think it is one of the male fantasies of today among 18-year-old boys, and he followed his mother, not to lose any lance, he risked to try to know everything, to see if it would give him pleasure, masturbating his cousins, and he would help her during the coitus, and she would be very beautiful, even without knowing it, and hiding her own mother's lies, and I was very beautiful.
I used to cry when he got to that part of the conversation, and I always wanted to hear more, but at school I couldn't, and I'd lock myself in the room with him to listen, because I identified and I'm a little bit frustrated with my husband thinking too much about work.
That's when I saw that I was very involved with his words, until my voice was drooling, I would get close to him telling me in my ear, and I would get really wet. I wanted to hear more, that's when I asked, I almost begged him to add me on Skype, so we could continue the topic later. I had to wait for my husband to sleep, but he always arrived tired, he slept on time at 9:00, and I didn't even bother to check, he was a clock, I could even masturbate, that he didn't hear anything.
And I ended up letting those grown-up teenagers almost break the classroom to listen to his mom's exaggerations. I wanted more and more! I even went to her house to try to meet this erotic mom, but she was always out, but I met my dad, all he had described, alive, standing in front of me! There was a huge painting of her naked mother on the wall, right in the entrance, so that whoever looked out the window, saw that woman through the window, in a huge artistic fortress on the wall, very well taken. It looked very much like me, I could have imagined being Che, if it wasn't for the little differences. At the time of delivery of the gas, he came in and saw the painting of the little guy, and I thought, if she was in the house, what would happen, her husband was drunk!
I had to talk to her only at school. I agreed with him that I would ask to call her, to talk about him, he found it, he liked our meeting, to see the sisters together. We talked about him, she was very jovial and even beautiful, and we became friends. But I wanted to hear her confession, but it was difficult, and we went out together to what she opened. But without the voice of her son, that young voice of 18 years in my ear, I only felt the horny, but I did not masturbate when I came home with him. He drove me crazy, I had to masturbate, even in the school bathroom! Every day!
The classes ended and only stayed in the class closing the problematic masses, who did not do well in the tests, the school was vast, only boys of eighteen years, I still gathered all the classes in one, and I listened to my addictive stories, and the boys there playing a game, sweating, hurting themselves in front of me, and I excited, from time to time a few fingers dva in my clitoris, disguised on the table, because it gave a certain hidden and I could open my legs and shorten the skirt.
The boys already noticed that it was me and him always talking and playing that we were lovers, there was the biggest rumor among him, that I went out with him because he saw my face burned during class. But it was impossible because my husband looked for me at school after class every day! He had this insecure personality, and I to provoke, came to every class sensual, decent, provocative.
I lost myself in the reports, I lingered in the fingers, I could not control myself that afternoon, and when I saw, there was a student under the table taking a paper, and he saw my little finger scratching and squeezing my clitoris, my briefs, and my sex exposed! He, ashamed, looked me in the eyes, condemning me, and went to play with the boys, who knocked him down and flogged him with a hard stick.
Of course, my fame ran, which only excited me more and I decided to talk to the young man, who was attractive to a certain extent, I told him to stay in the playground that I wanted to talk to him and seeing that my voice made him a hard stick, I knelt down to him and to him in the classroom. He was young and vigorous, and licked all my hair and I had to comb it, because I could not wash it in school, I had to go like this, all licked down the hall, I thought it was more practical to pretend that it was gel. The boy went crazy in class not knowing that they were in my hair.
I was feeling like a bitch, it was racing my heart, getting caught would get me fired, but my husband would support me if I kept a secret, at least from him.
Of course, the boy called another friend who, knowing that I was masturbating in class, had the nerve to catch me too, I couldn't help it, I was too excited just to enter the classroom! And this boy won his capricious bucket lunch, he deserved it, I was excited. I regretted it, I was coming back all spanked on my breasts for two days in a row, but I had no control over my fame, I had no control over my libido! And every recess a new student would venture to catch me, and I even enjoyed looking into their eyes. Formed a small group of boys, eight of them, that I gave my daily bread, and I no longer had any care how to attend to them individually, but we formed a class of studies, which turned into a class of oral anatomy studies, but they were called studies, and I was too excited just to enter the classroom! And this boy always found them in the market, he always walked in front of the store, he was always angry, and I looked at my husband, and they all laughed at me, and looked at me, and then I noticed that I was in the middle of the class, and they all laughed at me, and looked at me, and I said, and they all laughed at me, and then I was in the middle of the class.
I, who am not stupid or anything, take the opportunity to abuse more and more of my underwear, and I exaggerate even more dangerously, reaching the point of showing the muzzle of my breasts in public and my husband does not speak nicely, he asks for a divorce, because he is afraid that I will tell my friends.