They lay there talking for some time, discussing the proposed course for Susan, including the readings required and how the intensive analysis afterwards would work. It was clear to her that it was going to be a lot of work -- she never thought that Robert intended to give her course credits in exchange for fucking her -- but, looking at the first readings, Susan really was interested. So, she committed herself to a semester's work and, although this was not articulated, a semester-length sexual affair. Which part was more attractive was something she wouldn't think about, although the present circumstances were extremely enjoyable. Actually, all of this was new to Susan. Here she was, lying naked on a bed with a naked man who had just had her. While she had been on a bed, nude, with Don many times, and even slept with him in Maine, she'd never had a one-on-one relationship like this. With Don, she was always one of three, even when Jean was not actually present. This was very different! It certainly was not a love affair, just pure (or impure) sex, but there was an inevitable intimacy that she hadn't shared, at least not extra-martially, before.
Finally, Susan looked at the clock and saying, "I'd better get dressed, Jim will be here soon," got up and went into the bathroom. While combing her hair at the mirror, she suddenly felt moisture on her thighs. Looking down, she saw that cum was seeping -- no, dripping -- out of her cunt and running down her legs into her hose tops. Stunned, she thought, "Gods, I'm soaked! Thank heavens I'm on the pill! I'd really be in trouble!"
A short time later, Jim came in and found Susan waiting, her white, frilly blouse, short, dark chic skirt and her sheer hose making her look like a young, innocent college girl rather than a 26-year old wife and mother who had just spent an adulterous interlude in the bedroom behind her. However, if he had seen through that skirt, he would have been shocked by her pantiless cunt, its lips still puffy from arousal and a sexual battering. He also would have wondered at the white tissue peeking out between those lips, a Kleenex stuffed into the cunt hole to stop the seepage, coming from her flooded vagina that threatened to saturate the neat skirt. But, of course, only Superman has X-ray vision, so Jim remained unsuspecting, and, as they drove home, listened happily as Susan babbled on about how nice Robert had been to her and about her plans to work with (she didn't say under) him twice a week during the semester. It had turned out to be quite a pleasant and eventful weekend!
Robert, of course, had the same reaction. He always enjoyed visiting lectureships or professorships, fellowships, etc., as a break from his usual routine, and, since he was well known in his field, such positions were usually quite available. New colleagues, new students, new surroundings all contributed to this enjoyment, but one element essential to making the experience really something to savor was female companionship. He was a man of considerable carnal appetites, and he always looked forward to a new relationship. An unattached bachelor with the physical and personal attributes already described, he had little difficulty finding available women. In fact, his major problem, frequently, was politely avoiding women who had designs on him! For example, he avoided equally unattached young women (or, even more, older unmarried women) because no matter how he made it clear that he had no intention of a long-term commitment, marriage was always in the back (or front) of their minds. In addition, he avoided relationships with students -- they usually were hopelessly immature and, if not, there always was the unspoken expectation of quid pro quo, her cunt for a grade.
For him, the ideal candidate was a relatively happily married faculty wife in her late thirties through her forties. Her husband undoubtedly would be caught up in the "publish or perish" rat race, working for promotion and tenure, doing research and writing, along with teaching, grading, committee meetings, counseling -- all the minutiae of an academic career that contributes to a sixty-hour (or more) work week. The energy and attention he had left over for her would be limited. Her children, if she had them, would be in school or on their own, leaving her free for afternoon dalliance or, perhaps, a nighttime rendezvous. Seduction in these cases, usually her first affair, was almost too easy for an attractive man such as he. For a semester, he would enliven her life, and she his, with no one hurt, and, by the time he was ready to leave, the affair probably had run its course. Perfect!
Susan was different, however. A young, very attractive wife and mother, busy with her own life, hardly seemed to be a prime candidate for seduction. Her willingness to expose herself gave him the indication that, unexpectedly, she was available, but that signal turned out to be false. The result was the through spanking detailed above, and he wrote her off completely as a potential playmate. Certainly, he assumed, after that treatment, she would have no further temptation to exhibit her charms, much less to "go all the way." Consequently, when she showed her naked cunt that Saturday night, he was astounded and thoroughly aroused. Then, when he finally saw her naked and clearly offering herself, he could hardly believe his luck. And to find that she matched his intensity in bed and, afterwards, showed a genuine interest in Elizabethan literature -- he couldn't believe his luck! It was going to be one of his best semesters.
Thus, both parties looked forward to both the educational and illicit activities of the next fifteen weeks. Susan arranged for Jean to take the baby Monday and Thursday afternoons, for about two hours each. She drove herself to Robert's apartment on Monday, and Jim dropped her off and picked her up on Thursday. It was a heavy workload, handling all of her regular duties as well reading her assignments and preparing for Robert's inquisition. Normally, on Thursday she would arrive at the apartment and they would spend the first half-hour or so in bed. Then, they would dress and spend the rest of the time in two easy chairs in the living room. On Mondays, when she had her own car, they didn't have to worry about Jim coming early, so they varied the schedule, having sex later or just not getting dressed right away.
However, regardless of these non-academic activities, any illusions that Susan might have had that the tutorial would involve merely a light discussion of the current reading was destroyed the first day. Robert quizzed and prodded her to find the depth of her understanding of the assigned work, criticizing if she missed points, but praising when it was deserved. By the time the discussion was over, she was physically tired and mentally drained. Then, on the basis of what knowledge and insights she had shown, Robert gave her more reading to do! At that point, she was very tired and mentally exhausted at the thought of starting all over again! At the same time, it was exhilarating when she did see something, had a real insight. Educationally, the semester was exceedingly rewarding.
Needless to say, it was also extremely active sexually. In addition to the two weekly sessions with Robert, she had sex, of one kind or another, at least two or three times a week with Jean and/or Don. Add to this her conjugal activities with Jim, and it would seem like an awful lot of sex. In reality, however, she did not spend an excessive amount of time in either thinking about or participating in sex play. These contacts were not "making love" in the romantic sense. There was no need for long buildups, seductive behavior or "feeling out" the other people to find out their desires. For example, alter putting the baby to bed, Susan regularly walked the few feet across the deck to Jean and Don's, to work with Jean, to talk, or, just no real reason. Jim would be working on papers, lectures, research -- that multitude of tasks a professor has to perform -- leaving her free for a while. Usually one-half hour (to forty-five minutes) before she was ready to go home, she would go to the bedroom with Jean and/or Don and engage in sex, usually vaginal or oral, less often anal, intercourse, and, when finished, she would just go home. It was no longer a really big deal, just pleasant, intimate recreation.
