So, that year had passed, her lover was out of town and we returned to a more normal life - although it really wasn't. We had a small Christmas celebration with no travel, no seeing of relatives or friends. We attended one New Year's Eve party, but that was it. During all this "free" time, Sandy was closeted with her books and articles, covering and recovering the entire history of Spanish literature and all of its components, any of which could appear on the prelims that loomed over her. Adding to this massive amount of facts, plots, characters, interpretations, etc., was her outside field which was Shakespeare! It was a monumental task, but I, and everybody else, was fully confident that she would do well for we knew both her work ethic and her intelligence. However, for the person taking a life-changing examination, there is always the fear of having overlooked something as well as the secret fear that, just maybe, you're not quite as good as everyone - and yourself - thinks you are.
We did have one period when she put aside her worries and studies. That was when the pictures Frank had taken appeared in Sandy's computer. A number of them were quite sexy but nothing extreme - Sandy walking around the office completely nude, sitting at each of the other five desks, reclining gracefully on the window sill looking out at the parking lot and campus. Others, however, certainly would be described as pornographic. There was the first with her lying back on her desk, legs up and spread, showing her freshly fucked cunt with the hole completely clogged by a mass of white cum which was just beginning to run back to her asshole. There was one as she stood in the center of the room with a stream all the way to her knees. Another showed her sitting square on the blotter of her desk, followed with another showing where her wet cunt had deposited cum as a permanent reminder as it dried there.
However, four that were sexy as well as pornographic show her sucking. In the first, she is kneeling down, his cock in her mouth as she looks submissively up at him with eyes that seem extra-large like a Disney animation. The next is a side view with the phone obviously held as far as possible out to the side, showing her profile, kneeling, completely nude, sucking his cock. Sandy really liked that one. The third one, and certainly the most pornographic, is the one in which she is kneeling there with her mouth open just after cum had been deposited inside. Graphic is a gross understatement. That shocked Sandy, as you might expect, but, surprisingly, at least to me, she really wasn't upset by it. The final one was taken just when she obviously is swallowing after the previous one. Actually, Sandy enjoyed looking at the pictures and reliving a totally unexpected experience. They did provide pleasant interlude between bouts of study.
The exams were finally scheduled for the second week of January and I was pleased to see that Sandy was surprisingly calm - or, maybe resigned. The simple truth is that even the best prepared candidate can face a question that comes out of left field. No one knows everything no matter how they prepare. Still, barring some totally esoteric, narrow and specialized issue or subject, I had complete confidence in her ability. She came home totally wiped out several times after a grueling exam, but each time she was able to say that she thought that it went well. Her last exam was the outside one on Shakespeare - and it was over! The exams were demanding, arduous and exhausting as they are supposed to be, but, at the end, Sandy lived up to expectations and passed every exam with the proverbial flying colors.
Ten days later she faced an interrogation by a committee of six professors, each of which was free to ask any question they wanted to test her knowledge of the entire field of Spanish history and literature, plus, of course, Shakespeare. I stood with her outside the room in which her fate was being decided, more uptight than I had been when I faced the same torture in Political Science. Finally, her chief advisor came out with a portentous frown on his face - a frown that changed to a beaming smile as he quit playing a game by scaring his favorite pupil! Sandy now was entitled to put the fictional initials ABD after her name - All But Dissertation! She was one step, but a big one, from attaining her goal. Actually, a surprising number of scholars get to the ABD position, get a teaching job while supposedly working on their dissertation, but never finish. Sandy started research immediately to avoid that trap. I was, of course, intensely proud of her, a feeling I expressed as sincerely, and physically, as I could.
Frank had not been able to get back before her exam, but they talked on the phone fairly regularly and, of course, he was effusive in his congratulations. Naturally, they both anticipated the start-of-the-semester party - which actually turned into a "celebrate Sandy" event followed by a lively session of "fuck Sandy" in the suite!
This was no run-of-the-mill reunion as they came in the door. The hugs and kisses were quite passionate before they rapidly shed their clothes and fell onto the bed. Frank had restrained himself in his congratulations at the party, acting only as a good friend and colleague but the effusive appreciation of a lover poured out, telling her how proud he was of her. They both just let go and made up for the missed time of the last month. Frank carefully inspected her tits which had, of course, largely returned to their normal clear skin. However, there was still a small red mark on each breast where his teeth had nipped her. He with great pleasure, renewed the love mark below the nipple of her left tit - his tit he insisted!
He fucked her vigorously, depositing a large quantity of cum deep inside her, followed by a long session of fondling, caressing and quiet pillow talk. Eventually, they looked at the clock and realized that it was time to go. Ignoring that concern, Sandy moved down the bed and took his cock in her mouth and with light sucking and manipulation of his balls, brought it back to full rigidity. Shortly afterwards, rather than lying back down to be mounded, Sandy impaled herself on the stiff shaft and, leaning forward so that her tits almost touched his chest, began fucking herself on his cock.
I hadn't really been paying a whole lot of attention - actually almost dosing because it was late and I had seen them together many times by then - but it was rather unusual for her to be on top, so I began enjoying this different action. The camera was at a slight angle from the bed, but as she raised up, I could see the cock pulling out followed by her hips slamming back down, swallowing it back into her cunt. It was fascinating to see her, on her knees, her legs spread over his thighs. Her cunt was fully visible, penetrated by the rigid rod and, occasionally, I could see her rear cheeks separate, revealing the asshole in between.
The movement became frenzied as he surged up into her, meeting her downward plunges. He was grasping her hips, holding her firmly to him as the both really lost control and just writhed against each in a furious drive to climax. She ended sitting almost erect, his cock deeply embedded in her as she ground down against him, his hips rising off of the bed to get in even deeper. Then, as the air leaves a punctured balloon, his hips fell and she slumped down, the softening cock still inside.
They lay there together for another ten minutes or so and, then, Frank dressed and they kissed lovingly as he left. Even after watching her do the same things a number of times by then, I still felt a tingle in my cock as I saw her lock the door behind him, pick up her clothes and come up the stairs to me. After the years we had been together and a year of watching her have sex with Frank, my greatest pleasure was knowing that she was my wife. I knew that she had the same feeling for me and that probably why I could see her love affair with Frank a just fun part of our life together. A significant part, but still just a part.
So, the second semester, and their second year, was underway. It was the third week in January and things had changed considerably for Sandy. For the first time in years, she had no courses to take, no papers to write. She now spent hours in the library and online researching the subject of her dissertation which was comparing characters in the plays of Shakespeare with comparable figures in the plays of Lope de Vega, who was writing, prolifically, at the same time. As she had predicted, the change in her status had removed her from some of the grad student interplay. She even noticed a difference attitude from the younger students, talking to her with respect, almost as if she were a faculty member. Fortunately, her friends, while really recognizing her level of success, gave her no more regard than they did before.
