A/N: You might call this chapter experimental. Is math smut even a thing? It probably is, but I don't care to learn about it.
NEVER AGAIN! Plus signs and carats are not allowed text, so the equations are a total mess.
Chapter Nine:Strip Homework
After poking their heads into their children's bedrooms and saying goodnight, Tony led Angela into the upstairs study. He pulled his books and school supplies out of the bookstore bag and set them on the desk. "As much as I'd love to fool around, sweetheart, my schedule is pretty brutal. I have math homework due on Wednesday already, and I don't know what my literature syllabus is going to look like. I might need more than one night to work on an assignment."
"Let's see what you have here," Angela said, looking at the syllabus. "Chapter two, problems one through five, and chapter three, problems sixteen through twenty. Ten problems in total. That doesn't sound so bad."
Tony flipped to the problem section of chapter two and started looking at the questions. They didn't look too hard. He held a finger in the spot and found chapter three's problems. "A mere bag of shells," he said, channeling Ralph Kramden.
Angela laughed, knowing the French word "bagatelle" was the correct description of a small matter, but not wanting to dull her husband's confidence. "I have an idea about how to make it more fun. One of my sorority sisters used to play strip homework with her boyfriend."
"Strip homework?"
"Every time you finish a question, an article of clothing comes off one of us."
"Which one?" Tony was intrigued.
"You choose." Angela was already double checking the blinds and locking the door. She leaned against the desk, wondering if she'd be down to her panties in fifteen seconds.
"Find the value of x: 5(x-2){+}1=2x{+}3," Tony read. "Five x minus ten plus one equals five x minus nine. Add the nine to the three. That's twelve. Five x minus two x, so three x equals twelve. X equals four."
"That's right," Angela confirmed. Tony stood up and began lifting her skirt. He ran his hands up the backs of her thighs until they hit the crease of her ass. Then he surprised her by reversing course. He pulled one hand around and ran it right over her covered mound, causing her to gasp. Both hands stroked one thigh, then he knelt and continued down her calf. She caught on and braced herself against his shoulders while she shifted her weight to the opposite foot. One high heel was carefully removed from her foot, and she stood there with her opposite knee bent to accommodate the other shoe. Her pulse had quickened already, but Tony sat back on his chair as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred.
"Find the value of x: 4(x{+}3){+}6=2x," Tony read. "Four x plus twelve plus six. Four x plus eighteen is two x. Two x is negative eighteen. So x is negative nine." He wrote his answer and bit his tongue, trying to decide what would come off next.
"Your shirt? Good choice," Angela said, admiring Tony's little striptease. He caught her eye and unbuttoned the entire placket, then turned around and held the front panels out to the side, slowly sliding his arms out of the sleeves. He tossed the garment in the air and turned around quickly, catching it in front of him. A coquettish expression crossed his face, and he ran a hand down his chest. Angela grabbed onto the fabric still between them and tossed it on the floor. "Let's keep this moving," she demanded. Tony sat dutifully in front of his homework and read.
"Find the value of x: 3(x-2){+}4=2x{+}1. Let's see. Three x minus six plus four is three x minus two. Add the two to the other side. Take the two x from the first side. X equals three."
"Yes!" Angela cried. She wanted his homework done and his pants off. He didn't have the same idea. "A shoe? And you have a hole in your sock." The reality wasn't living up to the fantasy. She sat on the desk and crossed her legs, one foot bare and the other in a stiletto. That got him into turbo mode.
"Y is one!" he said. Another of his shoes came off.
"Y is four!" A sock. Tony moved to chapter three while Angela swung her foot. The skirt kept creeping higher.
"Factor 3x{^}2{+}8x-35." He hunched over his paper for a second, "X plus five, times three x minus seven?" He looked for Angela's approval. She leaned across, and he could see most of a perfect little breast through the gap in her top.
"Correct." Tony chose to remove his pants next. He was hanging long in his boxers, but his brain couldn't spare too much blood supply just yet. He looked down at his paper to avoid seeing Angela's reaction.
"Simplify (4x{+}6)/(2x{+}3). Factor out the two. Two?" he asked, feeling that the answer was too easy.
"Good job. Would you like to take something off me this time?" Angela felt a bit neglected.
"No," he stated simply, pulling off his other sock. He found himself slightly annoyed. He was going back to school for her, and she was already trying to seduce him into failure after one class period. On the other hand, he did enjoy being seduced by her.
"Solve 1/(x-1)-2/7=3 for x," he read out. "Multiply everything by seven," he said, "Seven over x minus one is twenty one plus two. Multiply by x minus one. Twenty-three times x minus one is seven. Thirty over twenty-three?"
"Right again. What are you going to—"
Tony slid his boxers down. His cock was half hard, but he had two questions left. Angela licked her lips. This torture she had suggested would be over soon enough. She scanned over the seated nude and tried to think of him as a piece of art. Beautiful, yes. Intriguing. But not a source of arousal. He shifted in his seat and she watched the length laying across his thigh grow just a little more firm. It no longer molded to the contour of his leg muscle but stood leaning over its curve. She felt warm and squeezed her legs together.
"Six elevenths," Tony announced. Angela couldn't concentrate. It sounded right. He was much better at algebra than she'd expected.
"Uh huh," she answered, knowing something was about to be removed from her body.
He stood between her legs, now fully erect. She thought she could feel the heat rolling off it. Or maybe she was generating her own heat. Her clit could use his touch, she thought. He ran his fingers over the tops of her thighs, and she was sure her panties were about to come off. Maybe he would just forget the rest of his homework and fuck her.
One more question, he thought. Once, he had opened his fly in the passenger's seat of the Mustang knowing she was going commando. He let her slide her cunt right over him in the parking lot of the country club. It wasn't the most satisfying sex they'd had. Not by a long shot. It was fun, though. This time, he wanted something different. He grabbed her bottom and picked her up off the desk. "Move your skirt. I'm taking off your dress," he said. Maybe he should have said it before he picked her up. She was light, but not that light.
Luckily, Angela was ready. She flipped her skirt out of the way and held it as he put her back down. He untied her halter top first, palming her breasts through the fabric before it fell away. She moaned. He could tell she was ready for him. He thumbed across her nipple and watched her face as a spark of pleasure coursed through her body. There was a zipper in this dress, wasn't there? He pressed his bare torso against her, enjoying the feeling of her hands on his back. The zipper cleaved, and he thrust his hands inside her skirt to caress the smooth skin of her hips and butt. One more question, he reminded himself as he stepped back far enough to remove the dress entirely.
Tony was in awe. Angela sat on the desk in her red panties and one sky-high pump. Her nipples were tight, her chest pink, and her foot swung in impatient little arcs. She regarded him with lust in her eyes, pink tongue peeking out between her lips, hands tense against the edges of the desk. His wife looked like a painting of a French prostitute, too beautiful for words, yet earthy and inviting.
One more question. He sat down. "Find x when 8x-18=2(2x{+}3). Eight minus four x. Four x. Six. Plus Eighteen. Twenty-four over four is six." The explanation was devolving, but the concept was solidifying. Perhaps strip homework was like running at high altitude and he would become a math genius whenever he was flaccid.
"Don't you dare take off my shoe," Angela threatened him.
He closed his book and stood up between her parted knees. She automatically put her arms around him, expecting to be relieved of her panties. Instead, he kissed her neck and rubbed figure eights over the gusset. "Please," she begged. "I'm so wet. I've been thinking about you all day."
"I got your message at work, he said, slipping his thumb under the fabric.
"Ohhh," she moaned.
"It meant a lot to me, Angela. Made me feel good," he cooed. "What can I do to make you feel good?"
"Anything. Anything you want," she told him. "I just need to be with you."
"I'm famished," he growled, telegraphing his actions. She pitched forward and trapped his open mouth against hers. Their tongues advanced and retreated while he dragged her to the edge of the desk and slid her panties off. She ended up reclining with her head on his math book while he kissed and licked her most delicate parts. He guided her stiletto-wearing foot into one of her hands. It was unbelievably hot having her hold herself open with this sexy shoe in his field of vision. She lost her grip in the midst of a shattering climax, and the heel nearly took his eye out. Quick reflexes were always a good thing.
She recovered and sat up to kiss him. He loved how eager she was to taste herself. How could he blame her when the flavor was so rare and intoxicating?
"You're hard as a rock," she said, testing his dick in her hands. "Wanna use that rod on me?" she asked. "Or do I have to beg?"
"I'll never leave you wanting, baby. Gonna take care of you the rest of your life," he promised, easily penetrating her. His sincerity caught her off guard and the feeling of him filling her so completely overwhelmed her. "Gonna make you proud to be my wife," he said, looking into her glassy eyes.
"Tony. Oh Tony. I love you. Love being your wife. God. I've never been so happy," she babbled, squeezing her eyes closed at the intensity of the gratification between their bodies. He lifted her nearly off the desk and she wrapped her legs around him, solitary pump bouncing against his unyielding ass.
When his rhythm faltered, she picked up the slack, squeezing him to a tremendous orgasm. His groan reverberated in the nearly empty room, and she hoped the kids were asleep. Her mother and Ricky were probably engaged in a tryst of their own. Tony and Angela gathered up their garments and peeked into the hall, risking an unclothed sprint when no signs of life appeared. They giggled madly and fell onto their bed when they were safe behind the locked door.
"That was fun," Angela said, unable to wipe the grin off her face.
"Maybe you should be taking math, honey," Tony teased.
"What do you mean?"
"You miscounted, didn't you?"
"Yup," Angela confessed.