Mark hears a story
The next few days were busy. Break was over and Janet had to go back to teaching her freshman biology classes. She'd come home at dinner time and Mark would have dinner waiting for her. It was a new him, now that he'd been tamed. She liked it.
One evening, she came home 3 hours late.
Mark met her at the door and said, "You're late! Dinner's cold."
Without a word, she came over and kissed him sloppily on the mouth.
"Mmm, nice," he said, "but you taste funny... What is that?"
She laughed. "I hoped you would notice. I'm late because I went home with one of my former students. That's his cum you taste."
"Oh my God! You didn't!"
"Yes, I did. I told you, 'whenever and whoever I want', remember? Come sit on the couch and I'll tell you all about it."
Mark got comfortable and Janet started her story.
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I've been seeing all these hunky freshmen in my classes since school started and frankly getting some pretty randy ideas. I never told you before, but I always have imagined fucking some of them. Of course, as a professor, that's an ethics violation and will get you fired, so it's strictly look-but-don't-touch.
Well, this afternoon, I ran into one of my former students, William, in the cafeteria. He was in my class last year, and flirted with me all the time. It was pretty clear then that he wanted to get physical with me, and he was definitely on my list of wish-I-could-fucks. He's a hockey player and very fit, and I think I spotted a hard-on in his pants more than once in class.
We exchanged pleasantries and decided to sit down and have a coffee and chat a bit. After a little small talk, he began to get flirty and, unlike last year, I flirted back. It wasn't long before he admitted outright that he had had the hots for me all last year. "You're so sexy and smart" or some such. I told him that I had noticed and, to be honest, I'd had some of those thoughts about him, too.
That made it a little awkward, so we both sat there in silence for a couple of minutes, then he started telling me that his girlfriend dumped him for another guy about a month ago. He said he hadn't been with a girl since and was feeling kind of lonely.
You don't get a clearer invitation than that, so I put my hand on his arm and said, "I know how you feel. My relationship with my husband isn't great. He never touches me, and sometimes I get so frustrated and horny I feel like I could explode. You and I could help each other out."
