by Lexi Archer
I ignored my cock doing the thinking. Went for calm and comforting instead. At least I hoped I was calm and comforting. I desperately hoped none of the arousal I was feeling entered into my voice. She had a sixth sense about that sort of thing.
"It's okay," I said. "Whatever happened, it's okay."
Megan barked out a short laugh. She looked at me and her eyes were red. And I suddenly realized that if this is what this fantasy did to my beautiful wife maybe it wasn't worth it. Even as my cock was screaming that it was so very much worth it.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?"
"I don't know," she said. "You might not even want to be married to me after I tell you."
"Hey," I said. I tried to sound gentle. I tried not to sound like the only thing I wanted in that moment was for her to tell me what happened already. There was a jealous and turned on beast inside me that wasn't going to be let out. It was taking every bit of my control not to let her see that. That really could be the end of our marriage. I'm not sure how I knew that, but the certainty was there.
"Whatever happened, It's not like I can be mad at you for it. I'm the one who's been encouraging you to have fun all this time, after all."
I reached up and wiped a tear from her eye. She smiled. "I suppose you're right. This is all your fault, after all."
"So what happened?"
"Well, it all started with him coming up to me after class. I thought it was another guy, but then I looked up and he was staring down at me."
Megan didn't even have to tell me who "he" was. I knew without her saying anything that it was this Michael guy. There was something about the way she looked, something about the way she held herself higher, thrust her chest out, started breathing a little more heavily, that told me exactly who it was she was referring to when he came up even when she didn’t mention him by name. And I was so turned on by that reaction, though I tried not to let on.
And the story Megan told me. It went so far beyond anything I'd ever imagined. Damn! It was like something straight out of my fantasies. Him coming up behind her. Running his hands all over her. My wife on the verge of going too far, and stopping at the last moment because of somebody interrupting them. It was like the play-by-play from some of the stories I liked to read. Stories were about all I had considering the absolute trash that most of the porn on this subject was.
And it had all happened to my wife tonight. She'd gone too far. She would've gone all the way, it sounded like, if she hadn't been interrupted. Damn!
Of course even the story she told tonight wasn't taking things all the way. I was surprised to realize a sense of relief washing through me at that. I figured I’d be disappointed more than anything that she hadn't gone all the way, but more than anything I was relieved that she hadn't gone too far. Especially when I wasn’t there to see everything.
At least I told myself that wanting to be there to see everything was why I was relieved. Yet there was another worry deep down.
It was the same worry she'd expressed to me earlier. The one I'd brushed off, thinking I was secure in our relationship. The worry that she might enjoy this a little too much. That she might get too into it and decide another man was what she really wanted. Not me. I was suddenly gripped by the deep and abiding terror that I could potentially lose my wife over this fantasy. Now that it was creeping ever closer to reality that worry felt more and more real and less and less of a hypothetical to be casually brushed aside.
And yet that terror was just a spice that was adding to the fantasy. Somehow it made the conflicting emotion I already felt that much more potent. It made me want to hop on top of her, but I resisted the urge.
"So do you regret stopping?" I asked, trying desperately to make my voice sound as casual as possible.
"A little," she said. She looked up at me and grinned. "Bet you would have liked that. Your wife fucking the basketball star? Acting no better than some starstruck drunk freshman groupie?"
"The idea is interesting," I said.
She slapped me, playfully, and seemed to regain some of that control she almost always had when we were talking about this.
"I think you know what I'm about to say, though," she said.
I sighed. "It was fun, but there's not a chance anything serious is actually going to happen?" I asked.
"Exactly," Megan said. "It's just too dangerous."
Made was telling me that it was too dangerous, but the way she was acting was telling a different story. There was the way she got a little turned on when she talked about this guy. There was the way she sat up straighter. There was a huskiness to her voice. Yeah, she was into this guy. She was just afraid to admit it. Probably because of those very same fears I was starting to realize.
But despite those misgivings my desire to see my wife with another man was still overriding any fears. As crazy as that was.
"You can take things at your own pace, honey," I said. "Just know that I support you. Whatever you decide."
It was weird. That was the first time I had to stop and think about telling her that I supported whatever she would decide. In the past I’d given her that reassurance without thinking about it. Now, though, there was a moment's hesitation. And that moment's hesitation made me feel all the more confident that I wanted to see this. Needed to see this. I'd walked through the valley of the shadow of doubt, and I’d come through the other side with my cock harder than ever. With my mind still filled with thoughts of my wife under another man. Whether it was the star basketball player or someone else didn't matter. All that mattered was the obsession.
"I think I'm going to go get cleaned up," Megan said. "Maybe after that we can go out for dinner or something?"
"Sounds good," I said.
Given the way she'd been acting tonight it seemed natural that we wouldn't be having any of the naughty fun we usually got up to when we were having conversations like this. Even though I desperately needed some sort of release. My cock was throbbing, but it was going to have to wait.
Her taking a shower gave me an opportunity to do a little digging, though. I started searching through the online campus directory. I was looking for a particular email or a phone number, and praying it was listed in the campus directory along with everyone else. I desperately hoped they didn't give star basketball players special treatment, though I imagine there were probably a lot of people who'd want to get ahold of him for one reason or another. I was also pretty damn sure he'd want me to get ahold of him considering what I was about to offer.
I glanced over to the bathroom where the shower started up. I felt nervous as I found his email. As I opened it on my phone and tapped out a quick message. I hesitated before hitting send.
Should I send this email? This was something that was potentially very stupid. Something that was potentially irreversible. Something that could really piss Megan off.
And yet there'd been the way she acted tonight. There'd been the way she was so obviously turned on. I knew the classic signs of my wife being turned on, and she exhibited them in full when she was talking about that guy. Hell, there was even the earth-shattering orgasm she'd had while fantasizing about the guy. Louder and more intense than what she usually had with me, though I was man enough to enjoy the ride even if it was caused by her thinking about another guy.
Yeah, she wanted this guy. And so I finally hit send. I still wondered if I was doing the right thing, but it had gotten to the point where it seemed Megan was going to stonewall. She needed a bit of encouragement to really get things going.
Was I maybe making a mistake? I guess only time would tell. But the little head was doing the thinking right now. No chance to second-guess, anyways. The message was out there and the cards were going to fall where they were going to fall.
9: Clandestine
I glanced around at the food court. Not for the first time. I was going to get whiplash if I kept this up for much longer. Damn this was nerve-racking. If I'd known I would be this nervous just waiting to meet up
with this guy then I might not have even done it in the first place.
But the fact remained that here I was. Waiting to meet one of my wife's students. Though, to be perfectly honest, he was so much more than a student. I wanted him to be so much more for my wife. That was the whole reason I was here.
And that accounted for most of the nerves. Megan would kill me if she knew I was here. If she knew what I was planning. I was doing a Hail Mary. Trying to set something up that she'd enjoy so much that she wouldn't have time to be mad. No, if this plan worked then she'd be so turned on, so busy getting railed by her student that she so obviously wanted even if she wasn't willing to admit it, that she wouldn't have time to be angry.
At least I hoped to God that’d happen.
I looked around the food court one more time. This was one of the biggest food courts on campus. I figured it would be nice and anonymous.
I also deliberately set up the meeting to take place during a time when I knew Megan would be busy with one of her labs. Not a chance of her seeing us in here barring a canceled class. The thought had my stomach twisting in knots. Getting caught was the biggest worry. It's not like I had to worry about somebody catching me having lunch with Michael King. None of the guys in the IT department would be down here, they preferred to have lunch in some of the quieter areas even if the scenery down here could be nice from time to time.
Speaking of the scenery… I found myself distracted by a girl walking past in a pair of yoga pants containing an ass that could only be on a hot college girl in the prime of life who spent plenty of time working out. Damn. There were definitely advantages to working on a college campus. Talk about the sort of perk nobody ever thought about when negotiating pay and benefits for a campus job.
"You Mr. Taylor?"
I nearly jumped out of my skin at that voice. It was deep. Commanding. That was the voice of a man who knew he was the master of his domain. Quite literally the king of everything he surveyed. This campus was his personal kingdom. I sometimes wondered if that, more than anything else, was the reason he stayed this year. Here, he was a God. If he'd taken advantage of one of the offers and gone with the NBA then he'd just be competing against a bunch of other men who were the respective gods in their domains before they ascended to professional play and finally found a place where they were nothing special.
Better to rule at the university level than to serve in the NBA, and all that.
"Please," I said. "Call me Brian."
He didn't make any move. No smile. No nothing. He just continued regarding me with that same slightly unsettling look.
"Okay Brian. So what did you want to talk about?"
I licked my lips. And I suddenly realized this was a man who might not take too kindly to me meddling in whatever was going on between him and my wife. What would I do if he reacted violently? He could snap me in two without breaking a sweat.
Yeah, with every passing moment this move was feeling more and more stupid.
"Have a seat," I said.
He glanced down and finally took a seat backwards leaning his front and arms against the flimsy plastic back. He dwarfed the chair. He dwarfed me. I was distracted for a moment thinking of all the fun ways he could dwarf my wife.
"So what do you want to talk about?"
"My wife."
His reaction was immediate and more than a little surprising. He looked down, and then back up. He shook his head.
"Man I'm so sorry," he said. "She's just so hot. I got caught up in the moment. I didn't think about the consequences or anything, but I should have…"
I blinked. This was the last thing I'd expected from this guy. The way he exuded confidence had me thinking he’d maybe try to pull a tough guy routine. Tell me he was going to do what he damn well pleased with my wife. Having him fold so completely and utterly when I'd only said a couple of words to him was definitely interesting.
Not in keeping with the fantasy, either, but I wasn't going to knock that. It was nice to know I still had some degree of control over a situation that felt like it had been spiraling rapidly out of control.
And so I found myself in the rather unique situation of having to reassure a man who was probably doing his best to try and fuck my wife. Talk about a fucked up thing I never thought I'd have to do!
"I think you've got this all wrong," I said.
Michael looked at me. Looked around. Did he expect me to have friends ready to jump him or something? Maybe somebody from the university to get him in trouble? There was no way of knowing, and I wasn't going to ask.
"What are you saying," he whispered, leaning in closer.
I laughed and shook my head. "I'm not upset or jealous that you were hitting on my wife. Far from it!"
"Then what the hell is this about?"
I paused for a moment. Thought about what I was about to say. I was about to admit this ridiculous fantasy to someone else for the first time. I was about to actually tell a complete and total stranger that I was into the idea of another man fucking my wife, and oh by the way I'd be particularly interested if he was up to the task. It was something of an odd moment.
"This is going to sound really weird…"
"I'm all ears. When I saw that you wanted to meet up with me I figured you were going to try and beat the crap out of me or something."
The way he looked me up and down made it clear he didn't think I would get very far if I tried to beat the crap out of him, but whatever. Luckily I wasn't here with anything of the sort in mind.
"The truth is, I'm into the idea of other guys fucking my wife."
I braced for his reaction. Was he going to laugh in my face? Was he going to get up and leave? Would he think I was just as crazy as I felt? Or would he be all for it?
Obviously I was hoping for the latter, but I was expecting anything along that spectrum of reactions.
"You're serious?" he asked, suddenly looking very serious himself.
"As a heart attack," I said. "It's turned me on for a long time, and I think she's interested in you."
This time he did laugh. A smile split his face. "You must be talking to a different woman than the one I'm thinking of. She's shot me down every time I tried, and believe me I've tried my best moves on her! Bitch is cold."
He winced as he realized he’d gotten so caught up in his frustrations concerning my wife that he’d called her a bitch. I waved it away. I could understand that frustration. I felt some of it myself even if I wouldn’t exactly phrase it the way he had.
I figured it was time to rock his world. Not in quite the way I’m sure he’d like Megan to rock his world, but close enough.
"Really? Because you're the number one subject that comes up when she's spinning out fantasies about other guys. You have no idea how she's been acting. She came so hard a couple of nights ago when she was talking about fucking you while she was fucking me."
Once more I had that feeling like I might be taking things too far. That I might be telling too many of my wife's secrets. But I was so caught up that I didn't care. The obsession was taking control, and I was losing control. I was getting so excited by talking to this guy about my wife's fantasy that I wasn't thinking of anything else.
It was weird, the idea that I could get sexually excited just talking to another guy about the idea of him fucking my wife, but here we were. I'd long ago made peace with how fucked up this fantasy could be, and it appeared this was just one more fucked up aspect of the fucked up fantasy world I lived in.
"Seriously?"
"I promise," I said. "She's really into you, but she’s having trouble taking that final step. She's always been reluctant to go too far with this fantasy. Almost like she's worried about something, but I know she'd love it if she would just go for it."
"Okay, so where do I come in with this plan? You want me to fuck your old lady, but your old lady doesn't act like she wants me to fuck her. At least that's not how she acts when I'm around."
"I have a plan to help things along. A
plan that I hope will allow her to finally enjoy what she's been reluctant to indulge in all this time."
Michael leaned forward. Looked around once more before he looked at me. A conspiratorial glance if I ever saw one.
"You have my attention. What do you have in mind?"
I grinned and walked him through my plan that would either result in my fantasy finally becoming reality or divorce. I really hoped it was the former and not the latter.
10: Office Hours
I looked down at the paper in front of me but I was having trouble paying attention. Grading was always mind numbing, but it was even more difficult when I was going over papers from his class. I thought about him laughing as he sat next to his girlfriend going through the experiment. Putting his arm around her. Running his hands all over her, and then looking over to me as though it was a challenge.
Or maybe it was an invitation. A reminder of what he would gladly do to me if he had the opportunity. There was no mistaking the fire in his eyes whenever he looked at me, and I even occasionally caught that Chelsea girl looking over and blushing before she looked away.
There was no longer any doubt in my mind that she was also interested. Maybe just as much as her boyfriend, though she'd never said anything directly. There was no way she was just going along with him.
Damn it. I was trying to concentrate on grading and here I was thinking about him again. Thinking about anything but the work I needed to get done. This was driving me insane! How could I let a single student take up so much of my head space?
I sighed and put my red pen down. I'd bought the thing extra special from the campus bookstore when I got my first lab section. It was my trusty red pen, and we'd been through a lot. I’d spilled a lot of its replaceable ink cartridges on student papers. Only tonight there was no joy in that.
I sighed and massaged my temples. Why couldn't I get that guy out of my head? It didn't help that Brian was always bringing it up. Asking how things were going in class. Mentioning my star student. That's how he'd started referring to Michael.