by Lexi Archer
Assuming they gave an award for best acting in a forbidden sexual role-playing scenario between a college TA and one of her students. I'd never actually seen that category, but maybe they gave it out at the technical awards or something.
Michael looked down in confusion for a moment, but as I raised my eyebrows he seemed to get the picture.
"Yeah, right…"
Michael visibly shook himself. His face went from smiling to tough. A thrill ran through me as he did that. As he leaned down until his lips were inches from my own. I could feel him. Feel the heat coming off his body. Smell his breath. Smell the scent that was him.
"I don't give a fuck what your husband thinks," he said. "A girl like you? You deserve to be fucked by a real man!"
I looked away. "No…"
His hand grabbed my chin. Pulled me back towards him. He was grinning again. Though he still had that tough look. "What if I said I don't care what you think?"
"Oh God!" I said it.
I tried to make it sound worried, but really the only thing I could convey was excitement. And could you really blame a girl? I had one of the hottest guys I'd ever seen, my husband excluded of course, standing over me and indulging in probably the single hottest role-playing scenario I'd ever had the pleasure of enjoying. And fuck was it hot!
I thought he was going to lean in and kiss me. Instead he leaned in to tease me. His lips got so very close. I could feel his breath on my own lips, but then he was moving down. He was kissing along my neck. Down to my chest which I arched into his touch. Of course I was wearing a T-shirt, but my breasts were straining for him nonetheless. My nipples were so hard as they pressed out. I wanted nothing more than for him to pull up my shirt and devour my breasts, but he didn't stop there either.
Most men would go for the gold, but not him. No, he kissed down my stomach. He pressed against my belly button through my shirt, but never lifted it up. Never made contact with my skin.
He might have been a little fumbling and clumsy when he was hitting on me, but damn was this man a master when it actually came to getting down to it! He was teasing me at every step of the way when all I really wanted was for him to pull my clothes off and take me. I needed him to ravish me.
I had a momentary stab of guilt for Brian, though not for the reasons I might have expected. No, the guilt I felt about my husband was more that he wasn't here to see this. To enjoy this. That he was missing out on watching, which was the whole crux of his fantasy in the first place.
I was sure he’d get off on hearing about this after the fact. This would probably provide him with fantasy material for a hell of a long time, but the fact remained that he wasn't here to enjoy it personally. I’d have to fix that eventually, but in the moment I was so worked up, so hot, that there wasn't a chance in hell I was going to stop Michael and wait for my husband to get over here.
Besides, hadn't Brian been the one who set this up in the first place? Hadn’t he been the one who kept me here with his promises of coming to escort me across campus, only to have Michael show up?
Yeah, something told me he was perfectly fine with this even if he wasn’t here to watch.
Michael moved down until he was between my legs. I glanced down and it was so hot. Those broad shoulders, that dark skin. He moved forward and pressed against my pussy. My pussy which was radiating heat. I was so fucking hot! It felt more intense than any time Brian had gone down on me with nothing in between.
Maybe it was the anticipation. Maybe it was how fucking hot he was. Maybe it was the forbidden dance we'd been doing back and forth with one another ever since the semester began. Whatever it was, an explosion was going off between my legs and he was just running his tongue along my jeans.
Fuck!
When I came down from that high I looked down to him. He was staring up from between my legs and had a huge grin on his face.
"Enjoy that?"
"Fuck yes!" I managed to gasp.
"Then you're going to love this," he said.
His hands fumbled at my jeans. He unsnapped them and undid the zipper. It was incredible. The simple sound of a zipper, something I'd heard so many times before, and yet it sounded like an explosion going off in the middle of the lab. It echoed through my consciousness, followed by the thunderous rustle of my clothes as I lifted my ass up, balancing my elbows on the counter, and allowed him to pull my jeans down. He left my panties on, though.
Not that I had long to wonder exactly why he was leaving my panties on. He moved forward and his tongue ran up the length of my slit again. The moisture from his saliva mixed with the moisture from my arousal on my panties and he looked up in amazement. He had a look of pure awe on his face. And it felt so hot as I realized that look of pure awe was purely because he was getting the chance to taste me. To enjoy me.
The rush of seeing a man like this, a god on campus who could have any girl he wanted, and he was looking up at me as though tasting my pussy was the most delicious and singularly incredible experience he'd ever enjoyed… Well that was one hell of a boost to my ego even as it was giving me one hell of an orgasmic rush to go right along with it!
"You like that?" I asked.
"Fuck yes!" he gasped.
I decided to get a little more forceful. After all, I was supposed to be the lusty TA in this naughty TA/student scenario. I figured why not act the part? And so I reached down and grabbed his short hair. Pushed him between my legs again. Thought about what Brian would think about seeing his wife acting like such a wanton slut.
Though for the moment I didn't particularly care what Brian thought. That was just a fringe benefit that would come later. No, right now all I cared about was this sculpted basketball god in between my legs. This muscular Hercules who was moving forward and running his tongue up and down the length of my slit again. Mixing his saliva with my lubrication as he moved up and down the length of my panties. If anything it made it that much hotter that he was keeping that thin strip of cloth in between us.
Although fortunately that didn’t last very long. He moved his hands up between my legs and tugged. I had the distinctly odd experience of feeling air on my pussy while also still feeling the band of the panties wrapped around my waist.
I didn't think about panties for long, though. He moved forward, his tongue snaked up inside me, and if I thought the explosion I had before when he was just exploring me through my jeans was intense, well that was nothing compared to the intensity of his tongue actually pressing against me. Parting my lips. Exploring my inner folds.
Another man was pressing his lips against my pussy. He'd finally gotten into my pants after so much trying. I'd finally given into the big man on campus after so much resisting. I finally had a man other than my husband exploring my body just the way Brian had fantasized about for so long.
I was no better than the basketball groupies that hung around at player parties, and I loved it!
I also thought of someone else who might love it. After all, it was my husband who'd made this moment possible, even if he was pretty far back in my thoughts. I figured I owed him a little something. And so I pulled out my phone. Michael looked up and raised an eyebrow.
"You mind?"
"Just make sure that picture stays between you and your husband," Michael said.
I blinked in surprise as I realized I wasn't the only one who was taking a risk. Brian wasn't the only one taking a risk. No, Michael was taking one hell of a risk as well.
Sure it seemed like his girlfriend was okay with this, and let me tell you I got a jolt thinking about her being the one down between my legs rather than Michael, but there were things that could cause trouble other than his girlfriend getting upset.
Like a picture like this getting out. I'm sure the media would have a field day with something like that. One of the most popular college players in the country, an NBA hopeful who had years of playing ahead of him, caught giving head to a teacher? And with photographic evidence, no less? That would be one hell of a scanda
l. That was the sort of thing that could ruin his career right along with mine.
And so it hit me what kind of trust he was putting in me in that moment. This was his future. This was potentially millions of dollars in contracts. And all of it was held up in the simple click of a button on my phone.
I still took the picture. You bet your ass I did! If I was risking my career then it seemed only fair that he could risk his future as well. Though admittedly his future earnings were probably a hell of a lot more than I could ever hope to get as a chemistry professor. I could make six figures if I played my cards right in the private sector, but he was looking at losing millions of dollars.
Michael pulled back again. Grinned. "I figure a picture like that is the least I owe your husband after he was nice enough to send on those pictures you sent.”
I didn't bother to tell him that I was the one who gave Brian permission to send on those pictures. No, I just pulled Michael down between my legs again. I concentrated on holding his head there with one hand while I manipulated my phone with the other. Though it was difficult keeping a hold on my phone. The way he kept finding just the right spot with his tongue and setting me off was turning this into one hell of a distraction!
But somehow I managed to keep my grip on my phone and on his head long enough to send the message off. A simple enough message.
"Wish you were here," it said.
Attached was the image of another man buried between my legs. His tongue snaking up inside my pussy. I imagined Brian getting that message. Opening it. Looking down and nearly coming in his pants as he realized what it was he was looking at. Fuck that was hot! Almost as hot as the way Michael swirled his tongue around my clit and set my body on fire!
Not quite as hot, mind. Michael was pretty fucking skilled with his tongue. Apparently he had plenty of practice with his girlfriend. It made me wonder if she was any good at this sort of thing too. It made me want to find out!
"Fuck you're good at this!" I gasped.
He looked up. "I have lots of practice!"
"Did I tell you to stop?"
He dutifully moved back down between my legs and went back to work. I squeezed my thighs together around him and gasped. I decided to go ahead and be a little louder. After all, he had said the building was mostly deserted. I figured I could take him at his word. Especially after that first scare we had. Especially when I had photographic evidence of my own to use if he decided to screw me over. And so I threw my head back. My hair fell against the table as I tossed my head back and forth. As I enjoyed the forbidden pleasures he had to offer.
My phone buzzed. I looked down. Smiled. A message from Brian. Brian who seemed to be insanely turned on if his enthusiastic text was any indication.
"Holy shit! I need more!"
Just what I was expecting. And I decided to up the ante just a little. I hit a button and opened a call to my husband. His name popped up on the screen and he answered almost immediately. I grinned as I thought of him sitting on the edge of his seat staring at his phone. Hitting the answer button as soon as he saw the call coming through. He was probably so fucking eager to hear what was going on over here.
"Megan?"
"His tongue feels so good inside me baby!" I gasped.
"Shit Megan," he said.
I got another nice idea. I moved the phone down between my legs. Close enough that the sound of Michael lapping at my pussy had to be perfectly audible. Then I pulled the phone back up.
"Did you hear that?" I asked.
"What was that?"
"That was the sound of another man's tongue on your wife's pussy!" I gasped. "It feels so good! He's so good at this!"
"Fuck," Brian said.
"Are you jerking off baby?" I asked.
"You bet your ass I am!"
"Then I need you to, baby can you come with me? I'm so close," I whispered.
"You bet I'm ready! I'm ready to come with you!"
"Then do it. Do it!"
I was screaming for Michael as much as I was screaming for my husband. I needed to come. I needed my husband to come. More than anything I needed to feel that tongue moving up inside me. Exploring me. Causing me to explode.
And then it hit me. I heard Brian grunt on the other end and figured he might be coming, but I was so far over the edge that I barely noticed. Though I'm sure he was listening to my screams and it was like a symphony for him.
I threw my head back and screamed at the top of my lungs. I screamed for the forbidden feeling of having another man invading my body. Sure it wasn't quite as far as having his dick inside me, but it was still a hell of a lot more than just about any guy who wasn't my husband had ever done with me. I thought back to a boyfriend I had just before Brian. How he'd tried so hard to get me to hop in the sack with him. How I'd never been particularly interested. Spark just wasn't there.
He'd be hellaciously jealous if he knew what I was getting up to with another man now. Then again, there was one hell of a spark with Michael. The kind of spark I'd only ever felt with one other man: my husband.
I threw my head back and screamed for the forbidden knowledge that there were other people in the building who could potentially hear me screaming. Sure it was just the cleaning crew down on the first floor. Sure they were far enough away that they probably couldn't hear me, especially with their ear buds always in and cranked up, but there was always that possibility. There was the terror that seized me every time I realized we were close to discovery, and it was a terror that was adding to the mix of sensations that made this feel so wrong and yet so incredible at the same time.
I screamed for my husband who was listening in on the other side of the phone line. I imagined him on the other end listening to the culmination of his fantasy. Listening to another man getting with me. Sure it wasn't the watching he'd always wanted, but it was as close as he’d ever gotten.
And I had every intention of making sure he got to watch me with Michael sometime in the future. Because there wasn't a chance in hell this was going to stop with Michael going down on me. Not with what had been unleashed. I was a woman possessed, and I needed this.
I was screaming so loudly that I wondered if I wasn't breaking Brian’s earpiece. Though I'm sure Brian would gladly sacrifice a speaker to one of his phones for the opportunity to hear what I was doing.
And finally I was screaming for me. For Michael. For the culmination of this forbidden fantasy. For the culmination of the tension that had built between us for so very long. A tension that I never thought would actually be realized, and yet here I was with another man's head between my legs. Here I was squeezing my thighs around his head as I felt like his tongue was a live wire going straight to the pleasure centers in my brain.
I wanted more. I wanted to feel him against me. I wanted him to take me. Over and over.
Hell, I wanted him to fuck me, but I wouldn't do that to Brian. Not after he'd been so patient. So good. That could wait until hubby was around to see his fantasy realized.
There was a naughty and malicious part of me that almost felt it would be what he deserved considering what he'd done, what he'd put me through, but I didn't do it. I stayed a good girl. Well, as good as a married girl could be when she had another man buried between her legs lapping at her pussy.
Finally, though, it was over. I came down from the incredible high that was Michael's tongue invading my body. Parting my pussy lips. Moving up inside my married body and taking me for his own. Taking me from my husband.
Now that was a surprisingly hot thought!
I came back down to earth, the stars stopped dancing in front of my eyes, but I still felt an incredible heat. So powerful. So hot.
I looked at Michael who was staring up at me with a huge grin on his face.
"Damn you’re talented at that," I gasped.
"I've had lots of practice," he replied.
"Well it shows. That's a skill that's going to take you far in life. Even more than the whole famous basketball star thi
ng!"
And that was probably a good thing, too. Especially considering the chances that his career could not play out the way he wanted. All it would take was one injury, but that skilled tongue would last him a lifetime. Fuck!
"So what would you say to going home and surprising my husband, Michael?"
"I’d say hell yes!"
15: Finally
I didn't even bother to get on the computer tonight. No, I just paced back and forth in front of the door. I ran over what I'd done tonight again and again in my head. Wondered if I’d taken things too far again. Wondered if I hadn't taken things far enough.
Had I read all the signs correctly? Was Megan as into this as she seemed to be? Or was I allowing my fantasy to get in the way of reality again?
It was a fine line. It was a dangerous line. It was a line that still had the potential to destroy our relationship, even if things had been going well in between us ever since we had that big blow up fight.
Still, this was a big step. Telling Megan that I would meet her to walk her home from work, and then telling Michael to meet her out there instead. That was the sort of move that was right up there with texting him and giving him pointers on how to seduce her. And that was the kind of move that could be very stupid. It was the kind of move that, I recognized now, could be fueled more by my desire to see my fantasy fulfilled than it was by any desire to help my wife.
I just hoped the fact that I could engage in that sort of introspection about what I was doing as enough to prove that it was the right move.
Then I got a phone call that proved it was very much the right move. A phone call that I’d always fantasized about but never thought I’d get. A phone call that ended all too soon with me standing in the bathroom cleaning up, my cock rock hard despite just blowing a load, and I was right back to where I was before.
Pacing through the apartment. Only this time my wife’s moans echoed through my head. I wondered if they were fucking right now. I considered running across campus to the science building, but no. I wouldn’t get there in time. All I could hope for was to wait here and hear the full story when Megan returned.
