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Forbidden Ch 03 10

Forbidden Ch 03 10

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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.

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"Oh good."

There was a long silence. I took a guess at the reason for his call.

"Liam," I said. "I'm doing fine and Sam is doing fine. We're doing fine as a couple and there is no reason for you to feel guilty for about what you and I did three nights ago. Sam knows nothing about it and he doesn't need to know anything about it. But you didn't talk me into doing anything, and I didn't talk you into doing anything, we didn't both want to do. So there is no reason for guilt."

"Oh... Yeah of course. I just wanted to make sure you... you and Sam were okay."

"There's no problem with us Liam. But Liam there is one thing you should know. What we did, what you and I did, was great, really great, but it was a one off. We shouldn't do that again."

"Oh yeah sure. I agree. I mean I agree it was great, but not something we should do again."

"Okay. Good. I'm glad we are on the same page on that. Now if there's nothing else I have to get some lunch before my next lecture." I didn't tell him I had to put my clothes back on and figure out what to do about my panties that were too soggy to wear.

"So thanks for the call Liam."

"Yeah sure. Tell Sam I said hello. Bye."

"Bye."

One thing was sure. I wasn't going to tell Sam anything about this phone call.

I didn't hear a thing from Liam for at least a year after that call. My life with Sam returned to much of what it was before my afternoon romp with Liam. That's not to say that I never thought of it, but I quickly got to where I could deliver my lectures at the university without obsessing about sex with Liam and there was no more need for masturbation in my office. I think the key word there is "need." Having found out that I could apparently get away with masturbating in my office I chose to take advantage of the opportunity again from time to time. It had that spicy element of doing something that involves risk while delivering a quick dose of sexual pleasure... neither at the level of the night I had spent with Liam, but still a pleasant break from the boredom of my usual work day. Sometimes my masturbation fantasies focused on Liam, sometimes on Sam, and other times simply on some randomly selected hot male I had recently seen; a movie star; a new barista in the University cafe; the young hunk that mowed the neighbor's lawn with no shirt on.

And then of course there was my sex life with Sam, which continued on as it had before Liam. It was great sex. Sam was creative and always sought to bring sexual pleasure to me as well as himself. Did I fantasize about other men while I was fucking Sam? Of course (Sometimes even women, although I had never tried that). Any woman who tells you she doesn't is probably lying. And yes sometimes Liam was the subject of my fantasies, but no more frequently than he was in my masturbation fantasies. In short, Once I got past the first week or so after my little fling with Liam I was enjoying a good healthy sex life for a married woman in her early thirties with no real obsessions. Life was good.

The next time I had contact with Liam was at least a year later. It came as a total surprise, not as a planned assignation. I was sitting on a panel of speakers at a conference on late 19th century women writers. It was being held in the old St. Francis Hotel facing on Union Square in San Francisco. My research specialty was women writers of late 19th and early 20th Century America who focused on the development of the American West. I had presented a paper the day before concerning one of the handful of women writers of that period who chronicled the late 19th century expansion of the American West. There were a few who managed to get published and more whose unpublished manuscripts existed in a couple of the major university libraries of the West.

One of the speakers had just finished reading her latest research paper and there were questions coming from among the fifty or so people sitting in the audience. Most of the questions were going to the author so I was sitting looking out over the audience in silence. The door of the hotel's small ballroom opened and a man slipped quietly in and took a seat in the back row. It was Liam.

My first thought was, "What the hell is he doing here? He can't possibly have an interest in this topic."

My second thought, arriving with frightening speed behind the first, was, "My god he looks just as hot as he did when I found him lounging on my front porch a year ago." Fortunately no one from the audience was directing their questions at me. My focus veered away from the conference with distressing speed to my memory of spending a night in illicit lust with the man who had just walked into the meeting. I was doing my best not to stare, trying to get my eyes to roam the room, even turning in my chair to focus on the speaker, but we had made brief eye contact as soon as he sat down. The eye contact and his brief and subtle smile that followed immediately sent a bolt of lust to my core.

Why was he here? What did he want? I could feel my resolution that our last encounter was a 'one off' going up in smoke. I knew what he wanted and I knew I wanted it to. It wasn't love; just lust.

That was when I realized that the speaker had asked me a question and that everyone in the room, except perhaps Liam, was staring at me expecting an answer. The problem of course was that I had no idea what the question was. Shit! No way around it. I had to turn and ask the question to be repeated. No one in the audience gave any reaction to my obvious gaffe apart from one person--Liam. He was staring directly at me again and showing the same sly smile again. He knew exactly why I had to ask the question to be repeated.

The question required a somewhat longer answer than I would have preferred (like yes or no) so I found myself looking out at the audience explaining something a bit complicated. Normally I am completely relaxed speaking before an audience but Liam's unexpected return to my life had made a coherent answer nearly impossible. As I was trying to put my answer into words and coherent sentences it occurred to me that I had heard the old saw of pretend your audience is all naked to get over an uncomfortable speaking situation. The problem was that all my imagination could come up with was a fully clothed audience with a very naked Liam sporting a gorgeous erection in the back row. No help, but with a bit of stuttering and stammering I got through my response. Mercifully there were no follow-up questions.

The session ended a few minutes later and everyone in the audience rose and left the room followed by the remaining speakers. Everyone that is except Liam who eventually rose from his chair and walked slowly up to the low stage where I was still seated. As I watched him approach his tall lanky frame and his smooth almost gliding walk remained me of a panther stalking his prey. Was I his prey? Undoubtedly.

"Hello," he said as he reached the lectern.

"Hello. I'm surprised to see you here."

"I live here now."

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"At the St. Francis Hotel?"

"No, not quite." He smiled again with his devastating smile. How is it this man could be so unbelievably sexy?

"I moved out of New York recently and I have a small home and a studio just off 19th Avenue, not far from Golden Gate Park."

"Oh."

"I was here to meet with a clothing designer I work with who was in town recruiting models. After my meeting I was walking through the lobby and I saw your name as a speaker at this conference on a reader board. Apparently you were giving a lecture but I guess it was yesterday."

Thank god my lecture was yesterday, I thought. "So you just thought you would drop in and learn a bit about 19th century women's western literature?"

That earned me another of his lady killer smiles followed by, "No, I was hoping to find you. Can I help you down off the platform. He held is hand up to me."

I reached out and took his hand as I stepped down the rather awkward steps from the stage. Touching his hand was like an electric shock that went straight to my libido. I hadn't touched him in six months but the effect was still there. When I reached his level, he looked around the now empty room and said, "Oh it's so good to see you." He pulled me in for a hug, smashing my boobs against him. I immediately recognized that so uniquely Liam smell from a year earlier. It was delicious and I made no effort to pull back.

He whispered in my ear, "I would love to kiss you but this is probably not the place."

By this time I was well past caring so I put my hands behind his neck and pulled his face down for a long kiss. Not a little peck mind you but a long, sensuous kiss with tongues dueling and suggesting all sorts of activity well beyond my 'one off' mandate. Just as we came up for air I heard the door open. I pulled back as the hotel's cleanup crew came in to get the room ready for another meeting.

"How's Sam doing," he asked as we walked from the room.

"I turned and said, "He's doing fine but I thought we agreed not to talk about Sam?"

"We did. I just wanted to make sure the ground rules hadn't changed."

I laughed. "You are incorrigible Liam." We were strolling across the busy lobby, our arms linked and our hips rubbing. No one was paying any attention to us.

"Would you like to see my new studio?" he asked.

"Is that a variant on the 'Would you like to see my etchings,' question?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Possibly." We were standing facing each other, well apart but holding hands. His hands felt warm and soft reminding me very explicitly of the marvelous things those hands had done to me, no for me, a year ago. I was as horny as I had ever been in my life.

"What about our 'one off' rule?" I asked.

"This time will be different, I promise."

It was a weak response but good enough for me. I shook my head and said, "All right Liam let's go see your etchings, but perhaps I should check out. I have a feeling this might take all night."

"Yes it might."

Liam drove smoothly across the City from Union Square over the hills to his place on the far western edge of San Francisco. As always it was foggy and there was a cold breeze pushing the fog in from the nearby Pacific Ocean. "Burr," I complained as I got out of the car.

"Not to worry," Liam said. "I keep my studio nice and warm for my models."

I laughed at him. "You're so considerate Liam. You want your women naked but warm."

"It seems to work out better that way."

As soon as we got inside the door we picked up where we had left off in the hotel, pressed against each other kissing like reunited lovers desperately seeking each other. My hands were on either side of his face holding him to me and his hands were cupping my ass pulling me up against him. My breasts were smashed against his chest and I could feel his erection pushing against my belly. Coming up for air after a long sloppy kiss I said, "Clothes Liam. Clothes. We're so overdressed."

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