The following week I had a surprise invitation which was to deepen my sexual experiences in a most fulfilling way. Prof Richardson had been my personal tutor for more than a year and it was not unusual for him to continue a discussion paper in our local student pub. It was more relaxing in the informal atmosphere of barroom and booze although not very much was ever drunk.
Professor Richardson was in his early fifties, tall and distinguished looking in such a way that he appeared attractive even to some of the younger female students. No doubt furtive fingering under the bed sheets often took place with the Prof in a starring fantasy role.
But on this particular evening after a lengthy discussion about the toleration of Ancient Greeks to a range of sexual activities, he made an offer which was to change my life and introduce me to new levels of sexuality. It seemed harmless enough at the time. 'My wife and I would like to invite you over to dinner tomorrow night if you would like to come.' I was surprised by the offer but accepted it anyway, funnily enough looking back I am sure that a tremor went through my cock at the time, as if it recognised something I hadn't.
The next evening at seven o'clock I was welcomed at the door of a large terraced Victorian house by the Prof himself. 'Come in Michael, come through and meet my wife, she's keen to meet you.' I followed him down a high ceilinged hallway into a dimly lit sitting room containing two large sofas.
