We fucked until we couldn't. He put me to bed in the guest bedroom and left. Some hours later, I got up, stripped the bottom sheet off the bed, and threw it and all the rest of the bedding in the trash. My husband can get his own bedding.
Monday morning, while preparing for work, I remembered not to wear panties underskirt. The spring flower skirt that I chose today was a long but light and flirty and lovely pairing with a blue solid color tank top and sweater set. I didn't expect to see him today as it was the start of the week, and his current job as a law firm local firm kept him busy, or so I thought. It was lunchtime, and I didn't have another class until later on in the day. So I was in my office enjoying some quiet time eating a light lunch, and I must admit I was daydreaming, of course, about him...about us. Turning in my chair to look out the window to the scenario of trees, which was all I had being on the second floor, so I got lost in them as well. So much so that I didn't hear my door open or it is closed and locked until I felt his presence. Then his hands and lips followed, pulling me out of my daydream into the reality of his hand pulling up my skirt as his tongue control of mine.
Releasing me with a moan, I fell back into my chair with my legs spread and the hem of my skirt up to my waist, exposing my pussy glisten with my juice hot and throbbing with need.
"Yes, good to see that you have followed my instruction," he said, leaning over to check out my partial nudity with interest. Now continue to follow my instructions and get up on your desk, lay back, and spread your legs, oh and you aren't allowed to make a sound, but if you are a good girl, I might let you moan... a little.
My girly bits were singing halleluiah as I move to follow his instructions. I was moving things out of my way, not caring where they landed, climbing on top of my desk, and spread my legs wide for his inspections and pleasure. At that moment, I felt like the biggest slut. I was fucking one of my students in my office on college grounds, the most wanting whore. I was a married woman of ten years, and I didn't give a shit.
"You know, Professor I have admired your intellect for sometimes but your body has always called to me. I could tell that you weren't being loved on and loved like you should and deserve to be, "he said, slowly dragging his hands over the surface of my skin.
I could feel my body heat rising, and the entire of my girly bits were going from damp to wet. I was ready to scream fuck me, but I had been silent...
Ohhhhgod...I moaned as his fingers played on my body, sending sweet tingling sensations that curled my toes, tight my pussy and nipples ending with making my head swimming. I want more. Between teasing touching, kisses, and whispered promises given by both, I lost myself and found him.
Flipping me over to my stomach with my skirt now shoved up to my waist, exposing my golden brown bare ass shaped like a ripe peach, I bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming FUCK ME!
Oh my, that ass, oh how I remember it being displayed the first time for my pleasure, he said as he lightly started to caress my ass cheeks. At first, the caresses were barely touches, and then they increase until he was alternating between with smacking each cheek. When that pain was on the edge of being too much, he pushed my legs and thighs apart, exposing my pussy. By now, the sense of my arousal was perfuming the air, and I wanted to bath in, to drink it in, and do the same to him, but he had other ideas. With long, strong, skillful fingers, he starts to play in my pussy. Stroking the top of the folds before sliding his fingers in between the folds to probe its warm wet depths before coming out to give my swollen and throbbing clit a light flick of his finger, sending a sensual chill in the to play with the heat that radiated from my ass cheek play. In a moment, he had developed a rhythm to his moves that cause me to spread my legs wider, thus giving him more access to pussy. Later I would wonder why I did that, but for now, I wanted more of what he was offering.
"Baby you are soo nice and wet ...do you like how I am playing with your pussy?" his voice came to me over the growing roar of my orgasm.
My body was out of my control and in his as he stroked and patted my pussy will smacking my ass cheeks, taking me to the edge but not letting me cum. I felt stuck between hot and hotter as my body started to shake, sending droplets of sweat from exposed skin into the air. I began to beg and plead with him to let me cum, only to have him increase his rhythm and the pressure of his hands. When I thought that I couldn't take it anymore, my orgasm took control, and I lost my touch with reality as I came squiring my release against the wall of my desk and down my thighs. Every part of me was in overdrive. Each touch of cloth against my skin added to the sensual overload. Now with the fingers of one hand moving in and out of me as the other caressed and smacked my ass cheeks, I started to shake harder as sweat dripped into my face from hair, and then I came. I came hard and loud even though I clamped my mouth closed so tight that later I would remember the pain and the pleasure.
He straight my clothes best as he could and left the office looking at the door behind him. I, too, later left and went home, stripping my clothes off as I walked through the house on my way to the bathroom. The warm water of the shower eased my aching muscles and bruises, and I stayed there until the water went cold. Later in the guest bedroom, I climbed naked into bed exhausted, sated, and confused. As sleep claimed me, my body started to tingle, and a moan slipped from my lips as I give up and fall into the arms of dreams. Then just at that moment, I remember what he said against my lips as he kissed me goodbye ...
"See you tomorrow, I am not finished with you yet."