My Student’s Assistant

Melissa, a professor at our local liberal arts college, was well-known for her strict demeanor, but one look at her assistant, Michelle, was all it took to shatter that image. Michelle was a stunning blonde, with an unapologetic confidence that commanded attention.

As the head of the physical therapy program, Melissa was always dressed to impress, with a keen eye for detail that extended far beyond her academic pursuits. She had a way of making everyone feel at ease, but there was something about Michelle that made Melissa’s antennae twitch.

The semester was drawing to a close, and Melissa’s students were wrapping up their final projects. Michelle had just finished presenting on a topic related to exercise science, and her confidence had left a lasting impression on everyone in the room. I, in particular, was struck by her poise and charisma, and I couldn’t help but steal glances throughout the presentation.

“You know, Melissa mentioned that you thought I looked young for my age,” I said to my wife, trying to sound nonchalant. Melissa had commented on my appearance during her presentation, and my wife had been teasing me about it ever since.

“Oh yeah?” Melissa said, raising an eyebrow. “What did you tell her?”

“I told her I was flattered,” I replied, trying to play it cool.

“Well, I think we can get to the bottom of this,” Melissa said, a sly smile spreading across her face. “Michelle, can you tell us what you meant by that comment?”

“I think I meant that you looked… attractive,” Michelle said, her cheeks flushing.

“Attractive?” Melissa repeated, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Or did you mean something more?”

“I meant something more,” Michelle admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Well, I think we’ve got a situation on our hands,” Melissa said, her eyes locked on mine. “It seems that Michelle here has a bit of a crush on my husband.”

“Is that so?” I said, trying to sound surprised. But I could feel my heart racing, and my eyes were fixed on Michelle’s face, searching for any sign of deception.

“Yes, that’s so,” Melissa said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “And it seems that my husband here is quite taken with her as well.”

“I think we’ve established that,” I said, trying to keep my cool. But my mind was racing with possibilities. Was this an opportunity too good to pass up? Or was I crazy for even considering it?

Melissa seemed to sense my hesitation, and she leaned forward, her eyes burning with intensity. “Come on, honey,” she whispered. “Let’s see what happens when we take a chance.”

I took a deep breath, and then I nodded. “Okay,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. And with that, everything changed.

Melissa smiled, a sly smile that seemed to say it all. “Good,” she said. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”

Michelle and I exchanged a look, and I could see the excitement building inside her. She was eager, and I could sense that she was ready to take a chance.

“Let’s get started,” Melissa said, her voice dripping with anticipation. And with that, the games began.

I looked over at Michelle, and I could see the desire in her eyes. She was ready, and I was more than happy to oblige.

“Let’s do this,” I said, my voice low and husky. And with that, we began.

Melissa watched with a smile, her eyes locked on the scene unfolding before her. She was enjoying herself, and I could sense that she was more than happy to be a part of this little game.

As I leaned in to kiss Michelle, I could feel the tension building inside me. This was it, the moment of truth. And I was ready.

“Suck his cock,” Melissa said, her voice low and husky. And with that, Michelle began to work her magic.

I closed my eyes, and let Michelle take control. She was good, really good, and I could feel myself getting harder by the second.

Melissa was watching, her eyes locked on the scene unfolding before her. She was enjoying herself, and I could sense that she was more than happy to be a part of this little game.

As I looked over at Michelle, I could see the desire in her eyes. She was ready, and I was more than happy to oblige.

“Let’s do this,” I said, my voice low and husky. And with that, we began.

Melissa smiled, a sly smile that seemed to say it all. “Good,” she said. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”

And with that, the games continued.

Michelle and I were lost in our own little world, our bodies moving in perfect sync. Melissa was watching, her eyes locked on the scene unfolding before her. And I could sense that she was more than happy to be a part of this little game.

As I looked over at Michelle, I could see the desire in her eyes. She was ready, and I was more than happy to oblige.

“Let’s do this,” I said, my voice low and husky. And with that, we began.

The games continued, with no end in sight.

My tongue danced across Michelle’s pussy, her moans growing louder as I savored every moment. I licked from bottom to top, then pressed my tongue against her clit, sending her body into a frenzy.

“Mmm…oh god,” she whispered, as my hands explored her body.

“Oh yeah,” I murmured, my fingers tracing her curves, tweaking her nipples, and softly fondling her breasts.

“You’re killing me,” she breathed, as I slid a finger into her sopping pussy.

Her body bucked against me, building to an orgasm, and I knew I had to give her one last push.

“Just like that,” I whispered, sucking hard on her clit while sliding my finger in and out of her.

As she climaxed, I watched her purse her lips, holding in her scream, and I felt a rush of excitement.

“Fuck her,” my wife practically demanded, her voice laced with lust.

I slid up Michelle’s body, my crotch in front of hers, and she reached between us, guiding my throbbing cock to her pussy.

“Do you like watching me fuck another woman?” I asked, as I pushed forward, sliding easily into her tight but slippery opening.

“So much more than I thought I would,” she replied, her eyes fixed on my cock as it pistoned in and out of Michelle.

“More,” she whispered, her fingers pumping into herself.

“Long strokes,” she demanded, and I complied, leaving just the tip in Michelle before sliding all the way in.

I lifted Michelle’s legs onto my shoulders, spreading my legs wider, and she moaned in appreciation.

“Do you like the view?” I asked, my cock sliding straight down into Michelle, passing directly over her clit.

“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

“I want you to eat my wife,” I whispered into Michelle’s ear, and she looked at me uncertainly.

“Neither has she,” I added, and she nodded, getting on her hands and knees.

“Close your eyes,” I said to my wife, and she did, trusting me completely.

Michelle crawled between my wife’s legs, and I positioned myself behind her, entering her doggy style.

“How’s it feel?” I asked, picking up my pace behind Michelle.

“Good. Real good,” she replied, her fingers running through Michelle’s hair.

“Feel mine,” she whispered, and Michelle’s hand moved to her breast, playing with her tit.

“More,” my wife demanded, and I thrust harder into Michelle, watching her bubble butt shake as she came.

As Michelle orgasmed, her pussy tightened around my cock, and I thrust into her deeply one last time, spurring deep inside her womb.

My wife pulled Michelle’s face into her pussy, finishing her off, and I finally pulled my cock from Michelle’s pussy, exhausted.

“Um, can we do that again sometime?” Michelle asked, and I was screaming “Fuck yes!” in my head, but my wife replied, “Maybe. We’ll let you know.”

As Michelle dressed, I stared at her body, taking it in, and then she turned to us and left.

“Don’t worry,” my wife assured me, “we’re gonna fuck her again.”

“Now, come here and fuck me,” she whispered, and I smiled, knowing we had a night to remember.