by Lexi Archer
Try his luck and crash and burn, but still. Them trying to hit on her was enough to get my juices flowing.
And so I was sitting here trying to concentrate on killing aliens, but my mind was in a lab in the science building on the other side of campus. The screen turned red as some asshole fragged me. The sound of a shrill kid’s voice screamed in my ear as his player teabagged my own.
Damn it. I put the controller down and concentrated completely on the sort of fun Megan might be having. I glanced at my watch. She was running just a little late, but not by much. Still, in my erotic imagination that "just a little late" turned into a sordid encounter with one of her students.
Not that anything like that was ever going to really happen, but a guy could dream.
Noise from the front door caught my attention. A key going into the lock. The doorknob turning. The hinges squeaking since maintenance still hadn't come by to fix it despite constantly asking them to do so. I licked my lips in anticipation. That definitely wasn't the maintenance guy coming in here to fix it now. Not this late.
"Having fun saving the world?" Megan asked as she breezed into the room.
"You know it babe," I said.
I didn't ask her about the fantasy. That wasn't how the game was played. It wasn't how we'd played it ever since the first time I finally revealed this fantasy to her. It still made my cock hard thinking about that night. Thinking about how I'd been sweating, trembling, terrified and aroused at the same time at the thought of finally revealing my forbidden fantasy. And when it turned out she was at least intrigued? Well that never failed to amaze me. She hadn't exactly been willing to go out and fuck another guy that night, far from it, but just the fact that she hadn't kicked me out and divorced me right then and there was something.
"How was the first night of class?" I asked.
"Oh the usual," she said.
Was that a hint of playfulness in her voice? Was she teasing me on purpose? She knew very well what "the usual" usually meant. It meant one of the guys in her class had hit on her. Maybe more, to be perfectly honest. My wife was fucking hot even out in the real world, but I'd seen the people who worked in her department. There were maybe one or two hotties, but compared to everyone else there she was definitely an eleven on a ten point scale.
And I'm talking real world metrics. Not bullshit husband metrics where I was supposed to think she was hot just because I was married to her. My wife was a fox. She was model hot. Sometimes I thought it was a shame she was teaching chemistry rather than pursuing a career as a swimsuit model, though I suppose the whole chemistry thing was probably going to pay better in the long term.
And it left me with these fantasies. Fantasies of other men hitting on her. Fantasies I could never get out of my head no matter how hard I tried.
She flopped down on the couch next to me. I glanced over at her. She was dressed in a tight fitting T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Most of the time people teaching at the university wore nicer clothes. Business casual was the name of the game over there. Only dressing down was the name of the game in Megan's department. She had to wear somewhat ratty clothes when she was teaching her labs, because one never knew if this was going to be the day when you got splashed with something particularly volatile that would require getting out of your clothes in a jiffy.
Yeah, that had totally been a fantasy of mine. Her getting splashed with something that wasn't too dangerous, but that required her to get down to her underwear in front of a group of gaping male students who were probably thinking they'd died and gone to heaven. Never mind that I probably should've been more concerned at the idea of my wife getting splashed with something nasty.
Not that something like that was ever likely to happen either, unless it was one of her students who was doing the splashing. She was always so very careful.
"How was work for you?" she asked.
I shrugged. "More of the same. A bunch of professors who wouldn't know their ass from a hole in the ground trying to understand computers. Honestly, the smartest people can be pretty damn stupid sometimes."
"So more of the usual for you too, then?"
I sighed. "Yeah, but it sure as hell beats working IT in the private sector! At least here I get to tell them to go fuck themselves and keep my job."
"Really?"
"Well not in so many words," I said. "But I do get to tell them where they can shove their yelling and screaming. That's not something my buddies who went out to work in the private sector get to do."
"Naturally," Megan said. "The private sector expects results. That's one reason why I plan on staying in school for the rest of my life if I can swing it."
I licked my lips. This banter was just fine, but more than anything I wanted to know what happened in her class. Even if she was just making it up, and she usually was, I was desperate to find out what fresh scenario she'd worked up for me.
"So did anything else interesting happen tonight at work?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Megan asked.
And with that she stood and stretched. Her T-shirt rode up and I could see her stomach all the way up to her belly button. I licked my lips again, wondering if she'd pulled that move this evening in her class. Thinking about them staring at her tight and oh so flat stomach, wondering what it would feel like to run their hands over it. Wondering what it would feel like to run their tongue around her belly button.
Damn. She always found a way to be such a tease, even in the most conservative of clothes. It was just one of a thousand ways she'd figured out how to indulge my fantasy without actually going all the way. Even if I desperately hoped that I'd be able to convince her to go all the way one day.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she said with a smile.
She turned and walked away, giving me a good view of her ass in those tight jeans. The same view the guys in her class would’ve enjoyed. I imagined them staring at her as she walked past. Thinking they were pulling one over on their hot teaching assistant, and knowing she saw everything they did. That she was cataloging every look so she could tell me all about it when she got home.
Fuck!
Megan headed straight for the bedroom. Now that was something I could get behind! I scrambled to my feet and followed. Got there just as she wheeled around, but I didn't give her time to say anything. No, I was so worked up from sitting playing video games and trying not to think about the one thing that had been dominating my imagination for the entire night that I couldn't help myself. We fell onto the bed and I pressed my lips against hers. Started grinding my cock against her jeans. I could feel the heat of her pussy radiating out and begging for my cock. Yeah, she was definitely turned on!
Megan responded to the kiss immediately. Her mouth opened to mine and our tongues dueled one another. The room was filled with the wet sound of our mouths exploring one another, an exploration that I was so familiar with and yet it was still so hot even after being with Megan for so many years. I was so turned on that I felt like I was in very real danger of blowing my load against her jeans as I imagined everything that might have happened.
Megan distracted me by grabbing my shoulders and pulling me over. Then she was grinding against me as she reached down and pulled her shirt up revealing a lacy pink bra. Not that she even needed a bra. Her tits defied gravity. They were perfect orbs that I loved to feel, to watch, to lick, to taste. And apparently she wasn't in any sort of mood to keep them hidden. She quickly undid the clasp on her bra and shrugged it off, causing her tits to sway as she leaned over me. I took the opportunity to reach up and give her a quick lick. She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair. She always had been so sensitive, and I was more than happy to take advantage of that sensitivity pulling her nipples into my mouth.
Quiet gasps filled the room as I moved my hands around her back. As I ran them up and down her hot skin. As I imagined it was another man doing this. Some faceless lucky college freshman getting with the hottie TA after class, and that's why she'd been so late. That he
was so enamored of her, so turned on and so disbelieving of his luck that he blew his load almost immediately which is why she'd gotten home earlier than she might have had they taken the time to properly enjoy themselves.
My breathing picked up and I felt a familiar twitching in my cock. In desperation I reached down and grabbed at her hips. Pulled her off of me.
Megan cocked an eyebrow and grinned down at me.
"My my," she said. "Somebody certainly seems excited today. Are you thinking about anything in particular honey?"
I growled and rolled on top of her. I pulled my shirt off and sat up on my knees. Worked at my belt buckle. Her grin only grew wider.
"You really are turned on, aren’t you!"
"You know I am!" I growled.
"Move," Megan said.
I was more than happy to oblige her command. I shuffled off to the side and she worked on her own jeans. The room was filled with the rustle of clothes and then we tossed our jeans off to the side almost at the same time where they landed in a pile together. I fell down on top of her, my cock pressing up against her pussy. There wasn't even time for foreplay, not that it was needed. No, she was so hot. So wet. She was literally begging for me. She needed this as much as I needed it.
And as with every time when I got ready to fuck her after one of her first class sessions, I wondered if I was the first man to fuck her tonight. I wondered if maybe some of the lubrication was a result of other men pumping their load inside her. Not likely, but it still turned me on every time I thought about it.
"Do it," she said. "You know you want to."
I sighed as I sank inside her. As my cock was surrounded by that warm and wet sheathe that was so familiar. That I loved so much. In an instant I was buried inside her and once more I had to stop and concentrate. I had to focus on anything but my gorgeous wife, her petite body, her incredible curves, the feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock begging for my seed.
Because if I concentrated on any of that, if I thought about that fantasy for even a moment, I was gone. And I wanted to enjoy fucking her for at least a little while.
"You know work was very interesting tonight," she said.
I cocked an eyebrow. "Really?"
I decided to risk pulling out and thrusting inside her. I didn't explode, though I still felt like I was on the edge of eternity. I felt like it would just take a little to throw me over the edge, and so I moved slowly. Carefully. Gentle lovemaking that had nothing of the frantic energy I felt in that moment. What I needed more than anything was to fuck my wife for everything she was worth, but of course that would only result in a premature problem. Which I definitely wanted to avoid!
"What happened at work tonight?"
"I don't know…" she said, looking away in a practiced motion that I loved and hated at the same time.
She was playing hard to get, and from the way she bit her lip and smiled up at me she knew exactly what she was doing. She always did when she pulled this. It drove me wild even as it frustrated me, but then again I suppose a combination of going wild and being frustrated was the name of the game with this fantasy.
"Go on…"
"I had a student come up and talk to me after class," she said.
Megan gasped and closed her eyes. Threw her head back and her mouth opened as her neck arched under me. Presenting a convenient target that I couldn't resist leaning down and kissing just a little. I ran my tongue up her neck and to her jaw, finally moving up to her ear and nibbling as I pulled out and slowly sank inside her again. As I felt her breasts brushing against me as I buried myself inside her.
"What happened?" I gasped. It was so very hard to hold onto reality. I was so close. So very fucking close. It wasn't going to take much.
"Are you sure you really want to know? What if your wife was very naughty tonight?"
"Fuck!" I said as I felt my cock twitch.
I stopped and held myself there. Concentrated on anything but what she'd just said. God how I’d love it if my wife had been very naughty tonight, but what I needed was to hear the whole story before I blew my load!
"Having trouble honey?" she asked.
"You have no idea," I gasped.
"Maybe I should stop telling you about this then…"
"No!"
Megan's eyes positively twinkled as she bit her lip and stared up at me. God she was so beautiful. The way her hair fell down around the pillow. The way her tits looked and felt brushing against my body. The feel of my cock buried in her pussy. Imagining another man seeing all this for the first time and being taken by how gorgeous she was. Unable to resist himself even as he couldn’t believe he was actually getting a chance to fuck the hot TA.
"This one was a little more forceful than the others," she said.
I cocked an eyebrow as I started fucking her again. "Really? What happened?"
"He came up and when I told him I wasn't interested, that I was married, he didn't seem interested in taking no for an answer…"
"Was he hot?"
There was a brief flicker. A momentary pause that told me the guy probably wasn't hot. Not even close to it. But at the same time that was part of the fantasy, and so Megan smiled, recovering quickly, and closed her eyes.
"You know he was baby. So fucking hot! And I couldn't resist myself!"
"What happened?"
"I told him it was wrong, that I was married, but he just shoved me up against my desk. Before I knew it he was reaching his hands up and down, running them all over my body. Feeling my tits, grinding his cock against my ass…"
"Fuck! What then?"
"I told him to stop, but I was so turned on baby. His hands were like fire on my body, and…"
It was too much for me. So fucking hot! With a sigh I slammed home inside Megan one final time and exploded. She squeezed her eyes shut and I knew she was concentrating on the feel of me coming inside her. A moment later she shuddered, let out a quiet gasp that was usually all the noise she made when she was coming, and smiled as she leaned up and kissed me.
"Was it good for you?"
"Fuck yeah!" I said as I pulled out of her collapsed off to the side. Fuck that had been hot! The idea of him taking her like that… Of her not been able to resist his charms. It was fucking hot, even if it wasn't true. Which I had a strong suspicion it wasn't.
I reached down and took Megan's hand. Gave it a squeeze. "So how much of that was made up?"
Megan locked eyes with me and grinned. "Do you really want to know?"
Did I? I suppose I could live with the fantasy of another guy feeling her up, but I had to know. If it wasn't true then I could appreciate her for going there for me, and if it was true then it would be so fucking hot!
"I want to know," I said.
Megan leaned in and kissed me, an almost wistful smile on her face. "You know it wasn't completely true baby. I couldn't do that to you. It feels too much like cheating."
I sighed. "But it's not cheating…"
"…If I have your permission," Megan said in a singsong voice that said she'd heard this so many times before.
I grinned. "I guess I do kind of sound like a broken record there, don't I?"
"Just a little," she said. "I really did have a student come up and hit on me after class. He also got pissed off, but he didn't have a chance in hell of getting anywhere with me."
"Not hot at all?" I asked.
"Oh hell no," she said. "Not that the answer would change if he was hot. Besides, there were plenty of students still there to witness his outburst. He's not going to be in my class anymore. Will probably lose his scholarship as a result."
"Damn," I breathed.
"I know," she said. "I almost felt bad for him, but this kid really was a grade A asshole."
Here she was talking about the kid losing a scholarship and all I could think about was her having fun with a guy. About how disappointed I was that this one wasn’t all that hot to her. No matter what she said about hotness not mattering I couldn’t help but s
uspect that would change if she had a real looker show some interest in her rather than the usual socially maladjusted creepers who approached her.
"You know that if something like that ever did happen, you have my permission, right?"
Megan kissed me one more time before getting up and going to the bathroom to clean up. "I know I do." She looked over her shoulder as she moved into the bathroom. "Just don't hold your breath for it to ever actually happen."
I sighed and leaned back on the bed. I'd have to go clean up in a moment, but I wanted to bask in the afterglow of that intense experience. Sex was always so much better when she worked a dirty fantasy into her dirty talk. Not that I was going to kick her out of bed when she was in the mood to have a little fun without spinning out a fantasy scenario for me.
She didn't think it would ever happen. Well, things could change. I never thought she’d spin out fantasies about other men taking her and yet here we were. I could hold onto hope, even if it was a very faint hope.
3: Class
I stepped into the lab holding my teaching materials and looked around. It was another group of young students. Mostly freshmen and sophomores from the looks of things. They were still milling around.
"Damn," one guy said as he walked up to me with a grin. A grin and a quick look up and down that left no doubt what he was thinking. Not that I ever doubted what guys who talked to me like that were thinking. "You want to be my lab partner?"
I sighed and put my best smile on. Were we really going to start the bullshit this early with this class? I ignored the guy and moved up to the desk. Only the asshole followed.
"Seriously," he said. "If you have time I’d love to…"
I wheeled around and kept the smile on my face. After all, this guy wasn't exactly being an asshole like the guy from yesterday. He was just oblivious.
"Actually I don't have time. I'm kind of at work right now…"
He blinked. "Work? What are you talking about? And why are you standing at the teacher's desk?"