Mrs. Professor fag
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After a couple of sessions at Professor fag’s house, I became aware that he was not living alone in that house – that in fact a woman was living in that house. So I asked: “where’s your wife, fag?” It was a lucky guess. He acknowledged that he was married and that his wife was away on a business trip.
A few days later, I met Mrs. Professor fag, although I didn’t know at the time that the lady was his wife. I was in the college finance office inquiring about how my athletic scholarship was being credited and I was being helped by this totally hot woman in the accounting department. She was hot and so, of course, I was flirting. She was flirting back. After we got my finances squared away, I invited her to coffee at the student center. She agreed, and we continued our flirting there. One thing led to another, and then the discussion centered on where. I suggested the dorm. She asked if I had a roommate. I said I did. She suggested we go to her place, and I agreed. Her car was closer so she drove, and fuck if she didn’t drive straight to Professor fag’s place.
I was both amused and aroused; amused by the coincidence, aroused by the possibility that I would be fucking her in the same bed in which I had fucked her husband only two nights before.
I was not concerned that Professor fag would discover us, since I knew he had office hours that afternoon and that he was expecting me to stop by his office to let him give me a blow job. I knew the fag would wait a reasonable (even an unreasonable) time for me to show up and let him at my dick.
And so I did fuck the lady on her husband’s bed. It was a glorious fuck. There was lots of foreplay. I spent a long time eating out her pussy. After her second orgasm she shrieked “Oh my God! I never knew it could be like that.”
Afterwards, I went straight to Professor fag’s office. He went down on my cock almost the second I walked into his office and never noticed that the dick he was sucking voraciously was redolent with the odor of his wife’s pussy. Somehow I was not surprised by this.
