It all began last year, it was the weekend and my wife, Susan was grading papers when there was a loud banging at the front door. I went to see who it was and found Jamal, one of her students and a member of the college's sports team.
"I have got to speak to her right away! Your wife, I need to speak to her now!" he said frantically. I let him in but he would not say what was wrong, only that he had to speak to my wife.
I followed him into the study. My wife looked up from her work and to my surprise had a guilty look on her face. "Hello Jamal, what can I do for you today?" she asked sounding like she was hiding something.
"You had to do it didn't you? Even after I warned you not to! I could have lost my scholarship or worse and you could have lost your job," he angrily said with a touch of concern.
My wife now looked downright scared. I asked Jamal what was happening. He looked straight at my wife and asked her if she would tell me or should he do it.
I was getting worried that something violent was going to happen as Jamal was so upset. He noticed and said "Don't worry its cool now. And if your wife wasn't everyone's favorite professor, including mine, I don't think I would have done it," at this both of us relaxed even though I still did not know what was going on.
"You see it went like this, I was failing your wife's class so the word was out that I would not play in the big game and the odds were really against our school. But then I aced the test thanks to my girlfriend helping me study for it. Your wife knew in advance that I was going to play and put down a huge bet for our team. Now you see where I am going?"
I turned to my wife, "Susan do you know the shit we could have gotten into? At the very least it made it seem like you had rigged the test, you could have lost your job, or worse had an angry bookie looking for you on top of all that!" I said scolding her.
My wife told me she did not realize that she could have gotten into such problems.
"Well don't worry about it, I took care of everything. First I got your bet cancelled, then I spread you money around through some middlemen with a few bookies. And here it is," Jamal took out of his gym bag a roll of bills and tossed it on the table.
"Of course this is less the money I had to pay the middlemen and a little piece for myself. But now nobody needs to know about what happened. Know what I mean?"
"Of course," she said looking down in guilt.
"The only one who really got screwed in this situation was me. My girl was pissed that I spent all this time helping you out, so she called off our date for tonight," he said.
My wife, now relieved said, "I am so sorry, is there anything I can do?" Now from anyone else this might have been a loaded question, but my wife was, or so I thought, very much a prude.
"Not unless you can fix me up on a date." he asked looking her over and who could blame him? At forty-five she was still a looker. My wife's big fat tits probably caused many a professor and student to whack off after class. Her soft round ass also probably got many secret glances as she walked down the halls of the college where she taught at. But don't get me wrong, Susan has always been in great shape, she is just a full figured woman. With her red hair and almost milk white skin you could see why Jamal had to check her out even with me in the room.
She was wearing that blue dress with the white polka dots on it that she worn to class that day. The dress was prudish in the way that it had a long skirt and she kept it buttoned all the way up so that no cleavage showed, but then again it also hugged her tits really tightly. I don't know how many students must have spent their days dreaming about her tits. Even I got wood when I saw her in that dress.
My wife told Jamal that she did not know anyone who could go out with him, he said that that was okay, but then he asked her if she would be his date.
My wife blushed and said that that was nice but that she was married. Jamal asked how come she would not go out with him and yet she had let him feel her tits. My wife turned beet red. Was this something else that she had not told me? He asked her to deny it.
She said it was in the hallway and it was only for a second and that it was him just copping a quick feel. He laughed and said it was for a lot longer.
I did not know who to believe, but there was one thing that I did notice and it was that her nipples were getting hard. "Shit! Could this be true?" I thought as my own cock got hard. I had had fantasies about stuff like this in the past. My wife sucking the huge cock of a student' especially a black one. I had tried to bring this up every now and then but got rebuffed firmly by her but now?
"No that's a lie. You let me squeeze them for a lot longer than that!" he said.
"Well there is one way to see what happened, Jamal why don't you show me what happened?" I said.
My wife stood up to protest but I told her we must get to the truth Then I whispered telling her that he had saved her job and quite possibly her life and a little feel was not going to kill her, and she could always deny it later.
"You see she was in the hallway outside of class and I went up to her and did this." he reached over and grabbed my wife's tits and started to fondle them. She swatted his hands off saying that was what she did.
Jamal disagreed and I asked him to show me his side, even as my cock started to throb. "I felt them up like this!" he again grabbed her tits, my wife started to remove his hands but I told her I wanted to see his side of the story. Realizing what she owed him she let him do it.
My wife's nipples got rock hard as he played with her tits.
