Robby Robinson is a student in "Creative Writing 101" as well as "Human Sexology 101" courses I teach at BU's Adult Education Classes.
One night, he and some of other students, spotted me sitting alone correcting papers at Spilled Bean's, a watering hole near my apartment and the main campus.
I don't normally mix socially with my students, let alone eat and drink with them, but soon I found myself putting my work away and having a beer with them, getting sucked in to the camaraderie and enjoying myself--particularly, with Robby who loved to flirt with me non-stop.
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From the first day he showed up in my creative writing class, I had typecast him as a young Robert Redford look alike.
Hot and sexy with messy sun-bleached blond hair and blue eyes, he came complete with all the mannerisms guaranteed to melt my heart.
In reality he was a construction worker in his late 20's who was taking night classes at BU in hopes of eventually getting a degree in psychology.
He was always so warm and real and open, I found it hard not to return what he gave, but I knew I must not give into temptation.
But no matter how I tried, my resolve never lasted long and I'd find myself under his spell.
Robby's working man's Boston brogue worked its magic and charmed the socks off me as did his self-conscious swagger.
In a strange way he reminded me of Cliff the mailman on the old "Cheers" sit-com. Maybe that was why he was always disarmed me and took me in.
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By 11:00 PM, the others had picked up their books and hugged me goodnight and there I sat, self-consciously, alone at the table in the middle of the room with Robby.
At his suggestion, we moved to a near-bye booth.
I was feeling aroused but my conscience didn't bother me too much. I knew enough to behave myself with a student and that my neighbor, the bartender at the pub, would walk me home, get me out of there before I did or said something I would be sure to regret.
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Grabbing the waitress as she walked by, Robby ordered us another pitcher of beer and said, "Were gonna have to make this quick, cause I gotta go--catch that last train out of here before MBTA closes down for the night--but before I go, I've got a story for you. Wanna hear it?"
Loving his enthusiasm, I told him, "By all means Robby. Lay it on me!"
"Okay, but remember, YOU asked for it, might as well spit it out while I got my beer and you here to loosen my tongue."
"Now you have me scared. Is it decent?"
"Well yes and no--but it's PERFECT for you--made to order--maybe if you like it a whole lot you'll let me get out of my final exams in both classes. "
I laughed and told him, "Fat chance, but nothing wrong with trying, shoot."
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HERE'S THE STORY ROBBY TOLD ME:
Tommy's an older guy, my neighbor's gardener, he was talking to me over the fence studying a clump of white birches in my back yard.
My wife was bent over planting inpatients around them and every once and awhile, she'd look up and smile at us.
I was trying to get some free advice out of him, on how to best go about pruning those trees.
Now Tommy's what women would call a hunk, good looking, big muscles, and from the look of the bulge in his pants, a big dick.
Standing next to me leaning on his rake, he ogled my wife and smiled back at her.
Keeping his eyes on her while he kept talking to me--he paused and waved at her hollering out, "How you doing over there Mrs. Robinson?"
Out of the blue, and practically drooling, he turned to me and said, "My God, that woman is soooo hot!"
I was shocked. I loved my wife, but for some time now, as far as I was concerned, she had lost all sex appeal.
I spoke before I thought, "Are you serious man? That's my wife! Where the hell are you coming from?"
"Sorry, I forgot myself . . . forgot about her being your wife."
Instead of being offended, it had actually excited me. I told him so, but also explained what a cold fish she'd been to me.
Grinning and shrugging his shoulders he said, "Hey man, she's probably never been fucked right. With those lips, I'd bet she'd give great head."
"I wouldn't know," I said, "She's never given me a blow job. Won't even consider it."
"Robby, if you're agreeable, I bet I could break down her inhibitions."
"I'm so desperate, I'd agree to anything. Be my guest Tommy and good luck!"
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Later he got back to me and said she was a hot piece of ass and that he got her to suck and lick and take it in the ass and that he did the same for her.
He told me things about the way she acted and specific things about her body that he couldn't have known unless he slept with her.
"She won't be a cold fish anymore Robby, take advantage of it," he told me.
That night I approached my wife with what I'd learned from Tommy.
At first she denied everything, but after a while she broke down and confessed to me in detail.
We were sitting on the front porch with the lights off. As she related her story, I found myself, unbeknownst to her, slipping my hands inside my pants--rubbing my cock-- fondling my balls in the dark.
Taking a deep breath, she haltingly explained he'd knocked at the back door and asked if he could come in to change.
She told him, "Yes, of course Tommy, you can use our guest bathroom--I'll bring you fresh towels and you can shower as well."
Putting the towels on the vanity, my wife yelled out to him where he could find them.
"I couldn't seem to help myself," she told me, "I wanted to see him step out that shower all wet, so I lingered by the door to sneak a look through the crack hoping to see an enormous cock and tight ass."
Just hearing her say that sent a surge through me. I didn't know she had it in her. I told her, "That's hot babe, tell me more."
She let out what was clearly a sigh of relief and continued on, "Seeing Tommy like that blew me away, threw me off balance. I fell against the door, on into the bathroom where he grabbed my wrist and helped me up."
I laughed and said, " Served you right. So what happened next?"
"Mrs. Robinson," he growled, "You gonna look at mine, then I'm gonna look at yours, it's only fair."
"I can see how he might think that way," what did you say?"
"Nothing," she told me, I didn't have a chance to. He kissed me hard. I slapped him, but he only laughed at me and squeezed my ass, gave me the most passionate kiss I've ever had."
Seeing all this in my mind was arousing me to no end, I asked her, "Did you like that?"
"I didn't have a chance NOT to like it. He picked me up, carried me into our bedroom, threw me down on the bed, pinned my arms and lifted my top. I wasn't wearing a bra so he nibbled on my nipples which gave me a little pain but I liked it just the same."
"You didn't try to stop him?"
"No, I had no power to resist him, I went limp as he licked from my tits down under my panties and then he ripped them right off--rubbed me good, licked me down there too--something you never did--then he moved on to my really tiny hole and stuck his tongue in it and started kneading the front of me with his hand, working my clit. He asked if I liked it and I groaned and yelled out, 'Omigod. Yes, yes!' I hoped he'd never stop."
I told her, "Go on baby, I can see it all now. It sounds like you were really caught up in all the action."
"That I was . . . then he told me he's gonna turn me south, that fair was fair and he wanted me to suck his cock. I protested but he held me by the hair on my head and pushed the first couple of inches into my mouth. He said he'd take it out if it bothered me but I said it was okay. Soon I was sucking him as if I knew what I was doing, he groaned, told me he couldn't believe this was my first time ever."
"Holy shit," I told her, that's amazing."
"Yeah, I know and when he told me to lick his balls, I did it, but when he said to kiss his ass, I told him 'no way,' but he forced my head down to it anyway and I ended up licking him lightly, decided it wasn't too bad, and kept it up."
Suddenly she stopped telling me the story but when I told her to continue, that it was making me hard and I loved it, she picked up where she had left off.
"Well, okay then, just so I know you aren't mad at me, won't throw it up to me later . . . then he rolled me over onto my stomach and inserted a finger and then two into my tight ass. I told him I had never done anything like that before and he said that was okay, that I'd like it, and he put his cock in there very slowly asking if it was okay. I said it hurt a little but to go ahead and he gradually fucked me harder and harder, and I kept telling him how good it felt until he pulled out and asked me if I wanted anything else and I said I wanted him inside of me. He said that wasn't enough and I'd have to be more specific."
"Specific? I asked her."
"Yeah. It confused me too. Taking a stab at it, I said, "Make love to me."
He said, "No, that's what your husband does."
I said "Screw me" and he said I was getting closer. I blushed a little and said "Fuck me."
"He said, 'Baby, I'm going to fuck you harder and deeper than Robby ever did,' that's what he told me."
"How did you feel when he said that," I asked her."
"Excited as hell, then he rammed his cock into my pussy stretching it to take it all in. He slammed it in time and time again and kept asking me, 'What do you want?' and I hollered out, 'Fuck me like I've never been fucked,' that's what I told him, I couldn't help myself."
"Wow, that sure sounds like you were hot, tell me more baby . . . "
"He kept slamming into me until my eyes rolled back and I lost it, had feelings like I had never had before that sent me into another world. While I was still there, he rolled me over and fucked me harder than ever, this time in the ass--then he blew his load.
"From now on you'll be my little slut," he told me.
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My wife had spoken raunchier than I could have ever imagined she was capable of and she had turned me on more than I thought was ever possible.
Taking her hand, I helped her up off the porch chaise, gathered her up into my arms and carried her into the house straight to our bedroom.
That night we had the best sex ever, better than what either of us could have ever imagined as we reenacted all she did with Tommy and more.
My wife and I are much happier now. I told her if she ever thinks we are in danger of reverting to our old ways, to let me know and I'd give Tommy a call--tell him I have a cold fish that need's his help, that I want him to prime my wife's pump so she can in turn prime mine.
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Robby's story left me hot and speechless and horny.
I took a big gulp of my beer and felt myself wanting to run my foot up underneaths Robby's pant leg but before the thought went any further, the lights came on and my bartender neighbor rescued me by saying they were closed and he'd walk me home.
Grabbing my jacket, I gave Robby a quick hug, winked and told him, "That's a terrific story, now I want you to write it all down, take everything you've learned in both of my courses, and turn it into a well developed story--if you do it well--I will accept it as your final term paper for both of my classes."
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Once I was at my door step instead of saying goodnight, I invited my neighbor in for coffee.
Not meaning to, I ended up relating the story Robby had told me. Before long we found ourselves in my bedroom and had one hell of a hot night in bed.
As the sun started to rise, he kissed me goodbye at the door and said, "Next time your in the pub late with a sexy student, be sure and let me walk you home."
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The End.
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