Author's note: This story is a sequel to a two chapter posting I made a few years ago in the Loving Wives category under the title Forbidden. I have put enough back story in this sequel to make it unnecessary to read the first two chapters in advance of this one, but if you find the characters in this one interesting you may want to. Enjoy.
I'm Sam's wife Sarah and, as you may have read in Chapter One of Forbidden, I enjoy the forbidden. No I don't rob banks, mug old ladies, cheat on my taxes, or any of the numerous things that are legally or morally forbidden in our society. I was raised to be a nice, law abiding, person respectful of the things our society expects of us. I even give a few bucks to a panhandler from time to time.
But there is just one exception and that relates to sex, broadly speaking. Let's face it given a chance much of our society would all but prohibit sex or anything that gave us the kind of emotional rush that we get from sex. But that doesn't mean that those who seek to prohibit such things wouldn't be doing a lot or most of what they tell the rest of us is forbidden. Why? Because the things they are doing are in their mind forbidden which makes them even more exciting than they would otherwise be.
I think the first two chapters of Forbidden were pretty good examples. In Chapter One you learned that I am a college professor who is in love with her accountant husband Sam and that Sam and I have a perfectly satisfactory monogamous sex life, or so we thought. But in Chapter One you also learned that I lied to Sam and spent all night fucking his best friend Liam. Liam was a great fuck. No question about it. But not really better than Sam and when Sam came home from his trip the next day I spent the whole night fucking him. Sam is also a great fuck and after two days, first with Liam and then with Sam, I was unbelievably sore and felt they were both good, really good at sex. But it was better, more exciting, with Liam. Why? Because it was forbidden.
In Chapter Two you learned that Sam let himself be seduced by his voluptuous little tennis mixed doubles partner, Kelly. And he lied to me about what he was doing, just like I lied to him about Liam. You also learned that we have both kept our reprehensible conduct up, secretly fucking others while we maintained a facade of a loving relationship. Not really a facade, because we both love each other and the sex between us is great for each of us. It's just that the forbidden sex is more exciting. It's that simple. We both understand that great as our relationship is there is a part of our personal sex life that is even better with the relish of the forbidden. And you know and I know that we're not that different from a lot of people.
After my first fling with Liam I felt unbelievably guilty and told myself, "Never again." Okay maybe the next night's fucking with Sam helped ease my guilt a bit. But as I lay in the bathtub on day three I was still telling myself, "No more." By day four I was back in my role as a mousey looking tenure tracked professor at a middling State university trying my best to deliver a lecture to a mindless group of undergraduates about Edgar Allen Poe. I was struggling because my worthless libido was still playing back the way Liam and I had been screwing in Sam's absence. It's hard to focus on 19th Century literature when you are as horny as I was that day.
As soon as I escaped from the lecture hall I went straight to my office where I locked the door and flopped down in my office chair, my feet up on my desk, legs spread carelessly before me, and my skirt pushed up to mid-thigh. Masturbating in my office! This was something I had never done. "Who masturbates in their office," I asked myself. "Only some kind of extreme pervert." But I was so fucking horny. It had been a major struggle to deliver a coherent lecture on Poe's cutting edge use of the short story format while my mind was playing back lewd memories of my sex with Liam. "Fuck it," I told myself. "I don't care. I need relief or I'll never get through this afternoon's lecture." (I taught two sections of the same class.)
I hoisted the hem of my skirt up until it was over my hips. Then lifting my hips I slid my panties off. They were sodden from all the lewd thoughts I had been trying to suppress during my lecture on Poe. I also pulled the sweater I was wearing up so it was above my tits and I released the front catch on my bra and let my aroused breasts spill out. "This is so dirty," I said to myself. "But the sex with Liam was so good. So wrong, but so good." I slouched in my office chair putting both feet up on my desk, my breasts exposed, legs spread obscenely and panties hanging about the ankle of one foot.
I began by rubbing my tits, twisting and pulling on my swollen nipples as I remembered how exciting it had been when I walked into our living room, my tits jiggling wantonly beneath the old T-shirt I wore as Liam starred without any attempt to hide the erotic effect of my brazen conduct. I slid one hand down to my sex, spreading my swollen lips apart and stroking the tender flesh between them as I remembered how, a few minutes later, I had stood half naked in our kitchen and blatantly lied to my husband over the phone about whether Liam was there. That was so wrong and so exciting to remember now as I slowly slid first one finger and then a second finger into my dripping snatch.
As I shamelessly masturbated my mind drifted through the sex I had so enjoyed with Liam: sucking on his big cock; letting him eat me to my first screaming climax of the night; and then lying on my back, my legs spread and feeling like a total slut as he used his big hard cock to pound me again and again to another raging climax. The night went on from there with about two hours of sleep. We had fucked in every room in the house and now, four days later, the details of our debauchery flowed through my mind in a river of lust.
I was careful not to let my masturbation get me to a rapid climax. I had two hours before the next lecture and there was no reason to hurry things. I left my engorged clit alone as I used one hand to finger fuck myself and another to continue to molest my tits. My god this is nasty, I thought. Lying here in my office chair, my legs spread obscenely, my breasts and sex fully exposed, and my memories of all the ways Liam and I had fucked that night playing back like a porn movie. It had to be about the dirtiest thing I had ever done. Except of course for the afternoon and night I had spent fucking Liam after lying to my husband. But I was so horny that there was no sense of guilt or wrongdoing to interfere with my lustful enjoyment of my memory of my conduct of four days earlier.
I could feel an orgasm creeping up on me. It was going to be a big one. I knew I would scream. Just before it hit me I grabbed a copy of the University's current class catalog (yeah they still publish one on paper although it is always out of date) and stuffed it in my mouth biting down hard. I took my hand from my breasts and pinched my clit. That was all it took. I came with a muffled roar, my back arching and my cramping cunt doing its best to expel the fingers that had been fucking it. And what was I thinking about? I was playing back just how fucking good the orgasm I had enjoyed while Liam was lying between my legs with his spurting cock buried in my cunt. "Yes, yes, yes," I screamed through the makeshift gag in my mouth as I climaxed on the memory of fucking Liam lying on my back, my legs spread like a shameless slut. So good.
I didn't pass out. At least I don't think I did, but the next thing I noticed was my cell phone on the desk next to me buzzing with an incoming call. I looked at the screen and recognized the incoming call as being from Liam.
"Hello."
"Hi. It's me, Liam."
I was a bit surprised. As he had left after our night of lust Liam and I had agreed we had gone too far and that we weren't going to turn this into a relationship. "I know. My phone told me who was calling and I still know your voice from a couple of days ago."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine." I guess my voice was probably a little raspy sounding from the scream I had stifled when I had climaxed moments before.
"Are you at the university?"
"Yes. I'm in my office between lectures." I left out the part about obsessing about our night of fucking while masturbating in my locked office. I also left out the part about sitting in my locked office with my skirt around my waist, my panties hanging from an ankle, and my tits hanging below my hiked up sweater.
"Oh... I just wanted to see if you were okay."
I laughed just a bit. "Oh I'm very okay Liam."
"Oh good. And Sam?"
"Sam's doing fine Liam." I didn't think I needed to tell him how much finer Sam was on the morning after he returned from his trip and we spent the whole night fucking. A little sleepy perhaps, but very relaxed.