by A. L. Wood
“No, I’m all good. Thanks, though.”
“Suit yourself.”
I leave him to himself.
My mind now on one goal—a cherry slushy.
“So it looks like we are here.” Maggie pulls into the hotel driveway. “I had a great night with you, Dr. Marshall. It was nice seeing you let yourself relax a little. You should let me walk up and make sure you get in okay.”
My buzz hit me hard when we were leaving the bar, but after we hit a roadblock, a fifteen-minute drive turned into a thirty-minute scenic route. That’s not counting the ten-minute stop that Maggie claims she had to make so that she could get something she needed. What she needed turned out to be a bunch of snacks including the most important thing: red cherry slushy.
I’m ready for bed.
“Maggie.” I sigh. “We can’t—you can’t be involved with me. You can’t come up, I’m sorry.”
She takes a long hard sip of the cherry slushy. Her lips tinge red, her sucking on the straw becomes sexually appealing. She sucks on it slowly, savoring the sweet cherry flavor. The motion catapults me back to my wet dream of her lips wrapped around my cock. My mind jolts as she places her hand on my lap. She slides her hand up my thigh, and slowly makes her way to my hand as if that was the only path she could take.
My breathing hitches, my heart begins beating erratically.
She does this to me.
So many thoughts begin to come to me. I have no idea what’s going on.
How did I even get in this situation?
I didn’t plan it.
I definitely didn’t plan meeting Denise years ago.
I just don’t understand what is happening.
Thoughts of why I want to do this swirl around my mind.
Why do I want this?
I feel my shaft begin to grow thicker, my bulge making a clear outline in my pants. I can feel every bit of my blood pump through my entire body. I haven’t been with another woman in so many years, and I never thought I would ever feel the want to.
“Here we are,” I say out loud.
“Everything okay?” Maggie asks. “You know, Dr. Marshall, you may be smart in a lot of ways, but taking advantage and seizing an opportunity doesn’t seem to be one of them. I think you should just relax and let me take over from here.” She starts to get out and walk around the car, opens my door, then grabs me by the hand, pulling me out after her. She hands the valet my car keys and asks me for the room key.
I don’t even think.
I hand her the key and we walk into the hotel. Maggie practically sprints to the elevator, tugging me behind her.
Do I want to do this?
The doors open to my floor, Maggie exits the elevator and I follow her down to my room. She inserts the key, and we move inside the room.
She lets the door slam shut and approaches me, sliding her hands up my chest. Feeling my body.
Her touch creates a fierce heat that becomes consuming. She doesn’t seem satisfied with just touching my body through my shirt. She slides her hands up my shirt, feeling my body with her hand, I can feel her trembling as she slides her hands out from under the shirt. She steps closer and grabs me by my face, pulling me back to reality.
“Kiss me,” she whispers.
She gently places her lips on mine. Her breathing is erratic. I can taste her—cherry and vanilla, so soft and sweet.
She remains to calm, but I can feel the underlying passion she possesses within.
How does she do it?
“Relax, Marshall, I’ll take care of everything tonight. I’ll be your Professor.”
Her comment is seducing, but in the back of my mind, it’s also condescending which triggers something inside of me.
Denise was always in control, always dictating my every move. She chose my career, my beliefs, how we raised our children. Everything begins to hurl through my head all at once.
I’ve had enough of someone else being in control.
It’s my turn to be in charge.
I don’t give Maggie a chance to act as I corner her against a wall, teasing her with my fingertips. I caught her completely off guard—the astonishment is written all over her face. She bites at her lip. She’s aroused. I leave her guessing and toss my cardigan onto the floor.
Grabbing her throat, I whisper in her ear, “There’s nothing you can teach me but tonight I will be teaching you.”
I kiss her neck, my fingers lifting her shirt off. I gently stroke her side, teasing along the way as I reach around her with one hand and unsnap her bra. It falls to the floor. Her nipples, full and hard, call for my attention. For my pleasure. My appreciation. She brings her fingers to the top button of her jean shorts. I run my fingers along her thigh, her legs as smooth as silk.
Unbuttoning her shorts for her, I slide them down her legs, leaving her panties on while she leans up against the wall.
I watch her for a moment while I slowly stroke my cock over the top of my clothing. My bulge thickens further. Maggie slides her hands into my jeans, grabbing the tip of my dick, and pulls it toward her. She touches me as if I am hers to play with.
Removing her hand, I drop down to my knees. She grabs at my hair.
Her panties are soaking wet from lust and her smell was driving me insane. I lean in closer and swipe my tongue against her panties, nipping and teasing her clit. Her cotton panties are drenched from the constant waterfall leaking out of her.
I finally lick her inner thigh to give her one last tease before diving in. I slowly move her panties aside, not wanting anything to come between us. I lightly graze her clit. She shivers and sucked in a deep breath, but she doesn’t moan my name. The need to hear her beg me consumes me. I’m becoming a beast, a beast whose hunger can’t be filled. My appetite grows as I lick her clit and feel her body sigh with satisfaction. Each stroke, up and down as I remain on my knees. My mouth full of her.
Hearing her moan as I lick her pussy is my last straw—I can't take it anymore. She begins to rub her clit in circular motions at first slowly then faster as I fuck her with my tongue.
“Stand up Marshall, please just stand up,” Maggie pleads.
Pulling my mouth away from her, I stand up. She stares at me with so many emotions, longing drenched in passion.
Her gaze holds mine, and for a second, her face morphs into Denise’s causing me to pause. Before I can think on it any longer, Maggie pulls me to her.
She wraps herself around me. I grip her round ass in my hands and pick her up. Her pussy meets my cock—my still clothed cock. I can feel my jeans getting wet from her, the need to possess and own her fills me. I carry her over to the unmade bed and drop her onto it.
I strip as fast as lightning. For a moment, the thoughts of possible ramifications filter through my mind.
Denise could find out.
But she wanted a separation, so technically is this even cheating?
Maggie could tell someone at the college.
But she is only my intern, not my actual student.
As more consequences rain down on me in my thoughts, I glance at Maggie. She’s lying in the middle of the bed where I left her but with her legs spread open, slowly touching herself.
“Do you need directions, Professor?” she teases.
I glare down at her. Directions? You want directions? How about this… I walk toward the closet and pull out the iron the hotel provides out. Knowing that these things are old and beyond used, I have no problem ripping the cord out. She’s eyeing the iron and then looks up at me. I walk back over to Maggie and roll her over.
I tie her hands, securing them together with a tight knot. I’ve never done this before.
Never felt this strong need for control.
Something about Maggie brings it out in me.
“You okay?” I ask. Making sure that she’s fine with this.
“Yes, just fuck me!”
She’s mine to do whatever I want with.
I yank her panties off and push them into
her mouth as a gag. She’s bound, tamed, and pliant.
All for me.
I spread her legs and insert the tip of my cock into her tight pussy from behind. Taking control for the first time in years, I grab her ass a few times, her body so bound, tamed, and as of now, completely mine for whatever I want to do.
I massage her ass cheeks and give her a light tap every so often. Each smack causes her pussy to squeeze my shaft.
She likes it.
I slam my cock into her as deep as it will go. My balls smack her clit, and I fucking love it.
When each thrust intrudes her tight, wet pussy, she moans—albeit muffled, she fucking moans. Sweat breaks out over our bodies as she fights to hold her orgasm back from me and I contain my sweet release.
A release that I long for.
Her ass bounces off my cock. In unison, we meet each other.
Thrust for thrust.
Hard and deep and sweetly rough.
Grabbing her hips, I pull her up toward me so that her back meets my chest while my cock still pumps in and out of her. I keep a hold on one hip then use the other hand to play with her tits. With both of us on our knees, I slow my speed down, teasing her.
In and out, I drag every thrust out slowly.
Knowing that she wants hard and fast and rough, all of the good fucking things.
She begs with her moans.
I pull out of her, stand beside the bed, and lay her down, her ass meeting the edge of the bed. I lift her legs, her feet meeting my shoulders. Her face is nothing but pure pleasure. Holding onto her thighs, I give her what she wants.
Hard.
Fast.
Rough.
Freedom.
Pleasure.
I watch her breasts bounce with every thrust, her rock hard nipples begging for my touch. I can feel my release tightening my balls. I want her hands on me.
I need her hands on me.
I untie her while slowly pumping in and out of her pussy. Once her hands are free, I pick her up to place her body in the center of the bed.
Plain old missionary style.
She yanks her panties out of her mouth and kisses me.
Her tongue invades my mouth as she grabs onto my ass and meets my cock thrusting in and out of her. Maggie begins shaking uncontrollably. “Harder,” she begs.
I slam my cock into her, harder and harder. Her orgasm overtakes her, all the while I keep fucking her. Enjoying the sensation of her pussy squeezing down on my shaft wanting me to cum.
“Let me taste you,” Maggie pleads when her orgasm has settled.
I pull my cock out of her, covered in her juices. I roll over and she meets my cock with her mouth. I’m a goner. She sucks at the tip of my shaft while rotating her hand up and down my cock. She repeats this over and over again. I can’t hold back.
My climax builds. “Maggie,” I warn her.
She murmurs something while my cock is inside her mouth. The vibrations of her murmur is the final straw, and I explode.
She doesn’t move away or lift her mouth from my cock. She swallows it all.
“That was amazing,” I whisper.
I go into the bathroom to clean myself up and come out with a clean washcloth to clean Maggie up as well. I toss the washcloth onto the nightstand and lie down next to Maggie in the bed, both of us still naked.
“So tell me, was that professional enough for you, Dr. Marshall? Was it everything you had expected?”
“I don’t know what I expected, Maggie, honestly. I didn’t plan for this to happen.” I sigh.
Images of Denise haunt my mind. Guilt fills me.
How did I let this happen?
How did I let my marriage go on like this for so long?
Will this break my marriage?
“Maggie, we need to set up some ground rules. This can’t happen again.”
Maggie retreats from the bed, finds her clothing, and begins getting dressed, “Marshall, it’s okay. Rules are no fun, and I won’t play by them when it comes to you. Rules are for the tamed and boring,” She finishes getting dressed then walks over to me beside the bed, “I thought we did professionalism rather well; we have raw powerful passionate professionalism.” She leans into me. “I get to teach the next class.” She kisses my cheek and lets her hand drift down my body to my cock. “I enjoyed that immensely.” Then she grins and walks out the door.
I hear my cell phone vibrate on the stand next to me as the door shuts behind Maggie. I quickly see that it's Denise calling.
“Hey, can you pick the boys up tomorrow? I have an appointment that I can’t cancel.”
Not wanting to have to face her so soon, I lie, “I can’t, you know that I have classes too and appointments.”
“Oh, really, is that why your secretary called your today because she was worried that in all of your years teaching you have never cancelled a class?”
Fuck.
“You’re right, I forgot I did that, I’ll get the boys.”
She hangs up. No I love you or goodbye.
And she wonders why our marriage is where it is.
I stand up, a migraine already taking root from drinking so heavily. I enter the bathroom to brush my teeth before falling asleep. I start replaying the entire night in my head. Step by step—from seeing Maggie in the bar in her short shorts and tight shirt. I instantly start getting aroused again.
I have to stop thinking about this.
Looking around the room for my clothes so that I can pick them up, I find my cardigan in a ball on the floor along with my glasses. I grin to myself, I haven’t made my mind up if I would actually stay away from Maggie.
If I can stay away.
I’m her professor.
I can’t undo what happened.
I’m not proud of the mistake that was made or the situation I put myself in, and maybe one day I will tell Denise of my unfaithfulness, but we are separated.
It’s what she wants.
So I’m going to make the most of this.
This semester will be my best one yet.
I’ll admit to everything one day, but for now, I want to enjoy the unexpected. I want to relish in the control Maggie has given me, the freedom to be me that I’ve found.
For the time being, I am going to be …
Honestly.
Unfaithful.
Acknowledgements
Many thanks to the people listed below for their unwavering support and encouragement. We love you.
Chad Wood
Wayne Byrd
Christina Bancroft
Jen Lum
Michelle Iannarelli
About the Authors
A.L. Wood
A.L. Wood resides in Queensbury, NY with her supportive husband and daughter. Reading and writing has been an interest for as long as she can remember.
DA Byrd
DA Byrd resides in Kansas City, MO. He is a cover model and now author, creating his own destiny.