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Tom Smith waved goodbye to the receptionist as he walked out of the office. He couldn’t believe what he was doing. He was actually leaving his office at 5 p.m. The last time he had left his office before 7 p.m. was when he’d had another moment of temporary insanity and left early to go see a movie.
When he announced his departure, Sara looked at him like he’d lost his marbles. Her mouth fell open and she’d blurted out, ‘What the fuck?’ before turning bright red with embarrassment. He laughed and just kept walking.
The entire drive home he kept thinking of his wife – his love, his life, his best friend.
For over a decade he had spent the majority of his time arguing and applying the law to fact scenarios faced by his clients. He bent, stretched and molded the situation, and the facts into a picture that best served his client. He excelled at analyzing situations and then finding ways for it to come out to his client’s advantage.
Try as he might, he couldn’t find a way to justify what he was considering, what he wanted to do. There was absolutely no way he could sleep with another woman and still be true to the vows he took. He couldn’t find a way that would justify putting his own needs above those of his family. He didn’t want to become his father. He didn’t want to turn his back and run out on his family. Sleeping with Suzy was doing exactly that.
Yet all the facts, all the things his head told him to do, that didn’t help what he felt between his legs, deep in the pit of his stomach. His cock was already hard at just the thought of being alone with Suzy. He wanted her. He knew she was his to have in every sense of the word. He couldn’t believe how badly, how much he wanted her……..
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Suzy sat in her parked car looking at the Mediterranean style home at the end of the block. She stared intently at the two-story home. The home had big large windows, an expansive front door, and neatly manicured front lawn. To the side of the house through the rod-iron gate she could see the end of a crystal blue pool. A chocolate Labrador lay near the patio door.
She’d parked a bit away from the home. Unsure if she actually had the courage to do what she thought she wanted to do. She looked at the clock in her car. It was almost 6:00 p.m. She knew the moment she walked through the front door of his home there would be nothing to stop her. Deep in the pit of her stomach with absolute certainty she knew fucking a married man meant the end of her life as it existed. She also knew it was the beginning of the end of her friendship with her professor. That small tiny detail was enough to fill her with sheer terror.
The love she had for her husband, for her children, the morality and ethics she normally exhibited, her religious beliefs, and the fact that she would lose it all – all that wasn’t enough to stop her. She was like a freight train running out of control down the tracks at 100 miles per hour. Nothing was going to stop her. She had to have him.
She’d actually come up with lots of good arguments as to why all the above didn’t matter. Well, all except for the small little detail she often thought of: friendship.
Her professor made her laugh like she hadn’t in a long time. He made her believe in herself, and in her goals. As if the fact that she dreamed them was enough for him to believe she could do it. When she was able to focus on him, instead of his fine ass, she felt profoundly comfortable in her own skin. No other way to explain it. She felt at ease and secure. The only other man she felt that comfortable around was her own husband.
However, she also knew that things always come to an end. They can end on a good note, or in a horrid fight. They can simply slip away out of lives before we even realize it’s happened, sometimes to return if we are lucky. But things always end nonetheless, including friendships. It was her choice to have the friendship last for a very long time, perhaps even a lifetime, or to just have him in the short term. The immediate short term meant she would get to enjoy his body and soul, but it would only for a brief time. Of that she was certain.
She knew the moment she laid a finger on him she could kiss their friendship goodbye. Oh, don’t get me wrong it might take awhile, but they would get caught eventually. Things of such a nature have a way of bubbling to the surface, like a rotten smell emanating from the sewer. You can never keep it hidden forever……an affair that is.
She knew if they took it past flirting, past longing, and desire, there would be no excuse, none whatsoever that could make it all right again. Nothing would ever make it as comfortable and sincere as their relationship was now. This was what Suzy was thinking of as she sat in her parked car looking at the Mediterranean style home at the end of the block.
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He sat quietly in his parked car inside his garage. He could hear the fan and soft clicking of the engine as it cooled. His fiddled with his car keys, and stared at the door leading to his kitchen. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall above the washing machine. It was 5:35 p.m. Suzy was set to arrive at 6:00 p.m.
He rubbed his eyes. He was tired. It was a tired he couldn’t explain. Not really physical in nature. He was in terrific shape and could play tennis 4 hours straight, without a second thought. No, the tired he felt could be found at the back of his throat, deep in his stomach and in the back of his eyes where tears are formed. He closed his eyes and sighed…..
He opened the car door and walked into his home. It was still and quiet. It unnerved him. His arrival in the evenings usually set off a whirlwind of controlled chaos. His boys would somehow find their way to the door before he could even take the key out of the doorknob. They ran full force at him, practically knocking him over with a love that only young boys can display. As if they had a radar that told them exactly when he would arrive.
His wife would follow closely thereafter. He smiled at the thought. He could see her coming down the stairs as she called out to the boys, ‘Daddy’s home!’ she would announce, not realizing they had already found him. She’d walk down to the last step, stop and place her hand on the rail and smile down at him. She was so petite she rarely was able to look down at him. ‘Hi love,’ she would say softly.
No matter how long he’d been married to her, she still took his breath away. His wife was a perfect complement to his temperament, physicality and spirit. She truly completed him and made him a better person. He knew he would never find anyone else who could do the same.
She’d walk towards him, stand on her tip toes, lock her arms around his neck and kiss him as their boys ran underfoot, tugging at their father and mother, screaming out, ‘Daddy look…Daddy guess what I did….Daddy lookie, lookie…’. Her calm presence, her still nature would immediately temper him and the boys.
She often dressed in black and white. Her beauty icon was Audrey Hepburn. That was what he saw when he looked at her — all class and beauty. Her gorgeous straight blond hair, sparkling green eyes, small petite frame, small perky breasts, and a figure that denied the fact she’d had two children. He loved the way she fit his body when he held her, the top of her head beneath his chin. Her hair lightly scented, she smelled like spring flowers, clean and gentle.
The shrill doorbell brought him out of his reverie. He turned on his heel and stared at the front door. His stomach filled with butterflies and he could feel himself growing hot. It was Suzy. She was at his front door step, and he was home alone. For a split crazy moment he thought about not answering the door, but he had never been one for cowardice.
He walked to the front door, his footsteps echoing loudly inside the empty house. He reached out for the doorknob and o
pened his front door. He was opening himself up to the unknown, uncharted and unexplored future.
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She looked at him and smiled.
‘Hi Professor, how are you?’
‘Come in Suzy.’
She walked past him. He could smell her distinctive scent. It was lavender and honey combined. He walked ahead and led her into the kitchen.
‘Can I get you something to drink? Sparkling water, wine, a beer….’
‘I’ll take water, please…….’
He took a glass out of the kitchen cabinet, poured ice and water into the glass and handed it to her.
‘Thanks.’
‘Nothing to it.’
They stared at each other. Suzy’s mouth went dry and she quickly drank from the glass.
She looked at him and smiled. ‘You have a lovely home.’
He stammered, ‘Let me show you around the house.’
He led her on a tour of his home. Through the kitchen, the family room, back through to the formal sitting room and bedroom on the first floor, and up the stairs to the second floor. On the second floor were the boys’ room, his bedroom and two other bathrooms.
When they walked past his room Suzy stopped and looked at the bed. It was a beautiful king size bed set high, with a deep mauve colored bedspread. There were pillows galore piled on the bed. His bedroom furniture had simple lines, and his bedroom was decorated in soft muted simple tones. She looked at the bed and then at him.
‘So that’s where you sleep?’
‘Yes, that’s where my wife and I sleep.’
She continued down the hallway and laughed when she walked past one of the boys’ room.
‘I see you have your boys in one room too.’
‘Yes. My wife doesn’t want to separate them yet.’
‘So do I. My boys have never been apart since the day they were born.’
‘Great decoration. It’s a typical boys room, all dinosaurs, hot wheels and pirates I see.’
‘I can’t keep up with them sometimes. Their tastes change so quickly. One day it’s dinosaurs, the next it’s trains. Who knows what it’ll be next week…’
He led her back down to the first floor, past the kitchen and back into the family room. He walked to the sofa and lowered his lanky frame onto the sofa.
He sighed. ‘It’s been a long day.’
She sat down on the opposite side of the room, in an armchair next to the fireplace.
‘Suzy come here and sit next to me. I don’t bite….’
She laughed and said, ‘Its okay Professor. I’m comfortable here.’
He patted the cushion next to him and repeated, ‘Come here. Sit down next to me.’
She got up and walked to his side. She lowered herself next to him. He reached out for the remote control and turned on the television.
‘So what will it be? Tennis, tennis or more tennis?’
She laughed and said, ‘Tennis it is.’
He looked at her. This was it there was no turning back. It was now or never. He abruptly leaned in to kiss her. The moment his lips touched hers he knew he was a goner. She returned his kiss softly at first. Tentatively as if she didn’t want to hurt him. She sighed deeply and raised her hands to his neck. She let out a low soft guttural noise and moaned.
There is nothing in the world like the first kiss. The first touch, the first tentative display of physical affection towards someone you’ve longed for. Nothing is sweeter. Nothing is more desired or wanted than that. She inhaled deeply and brought her hands down to his chest.
‘You’re shivering. Are you cold?’ she asked.
‘No…..I’m okay. Are you?’
She knew he wasn’t asking about her physically, but of her emotional state of mind.
‘I’m okay,’ she whispered.
He began kissing her once more. He ran his hands down her sides, stopping at her waist. He lowered his hand to her thigh and ran his hand up her skirt, stopping to savor the silky feeling of her inner thighs. His cock hardened immediately. He felt her lower herself further onto the sofa as she spread her legs for him.
‘Oh Professor….I’ve waited so long for this….I’ve dreamt about having you for so long, and now I’ve finally got you here….’
He ran his hands to the edge of her underwear. He could feel her dampness as he ran a single finger up and down the edge of her panties, flicking the edge of her pussy lips with his fingertip. She moaned and opened her legs even wider.
She nuzzled his neck and whispered, ‘Professor, I’m so hot and wet…..I want you. I want to fuck you.’
His fingers found their way deeper underneath her panties, deeper into her pussy. He flicked his thumb on her clit and she immediately clenched her legs and opened her eyes wide.
‘Oh….ooooohhhh god….dearest Professor….oh my… you are too good to me…’
He chuckled and said, ‘How many times do I have to tell you to call me Tom?’
‘Yes Professor Tom.’
She stood up abruptly. She slowly lowered her skirt and began to unbutton her blouse.
‘Why don’t you take off your pants Professor? Or would you like some help?’
‘Why don’t you help me my dear? I think I lost feeling in my hands….’
Her blouse fell to the ground and she stood proudly in front of him in just her underwear. She was wearing a black corset style bra, and black thong underwear. Her underwear had red silk bows at each corner of her hips and had red piping edge running throughout that matched the red piping in the corset. He smiled and looked up at her appreciatively.
She knelt back down in front of him and began pulling at his tie as she unbuttoned his oxford. She finished unbuttoning it, opened it and leaned in to kiss his chest. Her mouth worked its way to his nipples. She flicked her tongue around one of his nipples and ran her hands up and down his flat belly.
‘Does my pretty Professor want to fuck me? Because I sure want to fuck my pretty Professor. Your flat stomach is making me weak in the knees. God almighty you are hard in all the right places.’
She suckled his nipples, and flicked her tongue on it until it became hard. She bit it gently and lowered her hands to his cock. She sucked in her breath when she felt his hardness beneath his pants.
‘Oh…my….goodness….it seems as if you are just as excited as I am Professor.’
‘Let me show you my dear. Would you like to see just how excited I am to have you?’
He brought his hands down to his belt and untied it. He lowered his zipper and undid his pants. He raised his ass when he felt her tugging at his pants. She lowered them along with his underwear. He found himself sitting on his sofa, his cock jutting out obscenely from his hips, wearing nothing but his tie.
She murmured her appreciation and lowered herself onto his lap. She began kissing him hard on the mouth. He reached for her breasts and pinched each one of her nipples hard. She arched her back out, throwing her head back, moaning loudly. She felt his rock hard cock rubbing in between her ass cheeks. She began bucking and grinding her pussy on his waist.
She untangled herself from his grip and stood up. She looked down at him and asked him to scoot forward. She lowered herself back onto the sofa sitting behind his long body, her legs wide open, one of her own legs on each side of his. She wrapped her long legs around his waist. She began licking the back of his neck, licking his earlobe. He could feel her hot breath in his ear.
She whispered, ‘Oh Tom….I’ve wanted you forever…I’ve wanted you since the first day I laid eyes on you.’
Her hands traveled up and down his chest, down to his groin. He felt her soft smooth silky skin on his back. Her big soft breasts pressed up against him, her hands traveling up and down the length of his belly, his chest, his sides.
‘You smell so good Professor….ooohhhh….mmmmyyyy…’ she murmured in his ear.
He relaxed when she finally wrapped her hand around his cock. She gripped it firmly and began stroking
him up and down, ever so gently. He murmured his appreciation and settled his head on her shoulder. He turned his head and began kissing her neck. His breath felt hot on her neck.
She continued stroking his cock and then hooked her legs on his and opened him up even wider. With one hand she stroked the length of his thick cock, and the other she used to cup his balls and massaged them lightly.
‘My big boy….you are oh so big…oh my big boy’ she whispered hotly in his ear. ‘You’re beautiful…you’re deliciously beautiful Professor.’
He sighed and continued to enjoy the feeling of her small hand on his cock. Her grip was intense and the combined action of her long hard strokes and gentle massaging of his balls was quickly driving him to the edge. She noticed his tie was still on. She reached out for the tie and pulled on it like a leash.
‘You’ve got to stop Suzy. I haven’t even had the chance to fuck you and I’m already wanting to cum in your lovely hands.’
She immediately stopped her actions. She ran both of her hands up and down his chest, outlining his muscled chest, and perfectly formed abs.
‘Tennis sure does pay off Professor, doesn’t it?’
He chuckled, ‘Yes, my dear, I guess you could say it does.’
She lowered her hands back down to his thighs and rubbed them up and down. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of his long hard body, she was enjoying it tremendously. The weight of his body on her own, the hardness of his own body in comparison to her soft one. She unhooked herself from his body and laid back down on the sofa.
She looked up at him with big brown doe eyes and said, ‘I think my pussy needs you Sir. I think it needs your beautiful mouth on it.’
He smiled widely and placed his hands on her thighs. He gripped them firmly and opened her up. He looked up at her intently as he lowered his mouth directly onto her pussy. His fingers opened up her pussy lips exposing her hard clit. He flicked his hot tongue roughly across her clit. She mewed with pleasure and brought her hands to his hair.
‘I knew your mouth was good for something else besides lecturing……oooohhhh…my god…..Fuck you are so good at what you do.’
He continued roughly lapping at her pussy with his tongue. Up and down the entire length of her pussy. He savored her juices and inserted his tongue in her pussy, opening her up wider with his fingers. She moaned heavily with pleasure and ground her pussy into his face.
She noticed he lowered on of his hands to his cock and began stroking himself. He looked at her and noticed her eyes opened wide when she saw what he was doing. He sat back.
‘What’s wrong my love? Have you never seen a man playing with himself?’
She laughed. ‘Of course I have, but it’s just that I always dreamed of watching you do that….I’ve dreamt of watching your face as you cum for what seems like forever now…’
He sat up and then laid his body back down on the opposite end of the sofa.
‘Then let me show you what I like…..’
He closed his eyes and settled his head on the sofa, as he continued to stroke himself, up and down. When his grip reached the tip of his cock he would twist his entire hand and then bring it down roughly. His other hand cupped his balls. He tugged at them and handled them roughly.
She whispered, ‘Oh professor you are beautiful…god I want you so bad it hurts…
The sounds coming from his mouth, the low guttural moans and sighs were driving her insane. She began to finger her own pussy. She inserted two fingers into her pussy and with her other hand inserted her index finger into her asshole. She groaned loudly. He immediately opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow when he saw what she was doing.
‘I see you do have a thing for asses, don’t you my dear?’
She nodded shyly and replied, ‘Uuuummm…..I want you in my ass Sir.’
‘Then come here my girl and let me take care of your needs.’
He crawled to her side of the sofa, grabbed her by the waist and settled her onto his lap.
He nuzzled her neck and whispered, ‘You sure you want to do this?’
She sighed heavily and said, ‘YES, OH GOD YES…’
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