It was a Friday night and we were driving in my car off campus.
"So, Lindsey and Mark are dating now?" I asked Jess, still trying to process what she had setup between those two.
"Yes! It's too perfect, don't you think?" she asked rhetorically.
"Isn't that like crossing the streams?"
"No, no. He's a great guy, perfect for her. She gets to enjoy his big thing and I don't need to feel guilty about not being with him as much."
"'As much'?"
"Well... I did make them both promise I could do either one of them without pissing the other off." She smiled victoriously at me. That was my Jess. Always in control.
We arrived at the Professor's house. I was nervous, probably more than I needed to be, but this seemed like it was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not.
"Just prepare yourself, babe. I get the feeling Rebecca will be out to push our buttons."
"Yeah... that's what I'm expecting as well."
"Just go with the flow, ok?"
I just nodded, lips pierced tightly together. I love Jess more than I was able to fully express in words. She was beautiful, sweet, exciting, and dirty as hell. She was a raging slut and I adored her for it.
The Professor was a weird one for me. The guy was in her sixties and yet there was something about him that really excited her. Honestly, it baffled me that she'd essentially give up a lover like Mark to make room for this old guy. He was good-looking and had this air of sophistication about him.
We got to the front door and I rang the bell. Within a few minutes, Rebecca opened the door and welcomed us in with a warm smile.
"Come in, come in. So glad you could join us."
"Will it just be the two of you?" I asked, realizing it might have come out oddly.
"Oh yes. David was very eager to have private time with the two of you."
I raised an eyebrow towards Jess at Rebecca's comment.
"Oh, there you are Jess," Professor Jensen said as he walked into the foyer. He gave Jess a simple kiss on her cheek. "And I see you've brought your fiancé as instructed. Very nice."
The word 'instructed' resonated in my head. What exactly did he mean by that?
"Alright, well before we get settled I do want to point out that sluts don't deserve to cover up. Jessica, please strip down," Rebecca said in a friendly but firm manner.
Rebecca's order shocked me. Surely she didn't seriously want Jessica naked the whole evening.
However, Jessica seemed to expect this. She removed her clothing without a saying a word, a thin smile on her face. I don't know that I had seen her quite this submissive before.
Within minutes, she was completely naked except for her heels, which Rebecca had insisted she keep on. I couldn't come to grips that we were really going to have a dinner with this older couple while Jess was completely nude.
Both of the Jensens seemed to relish Jess's tight coed body. The whole situation was so surreal but it wasn't odd enough to keep me from getting erect.
After folding up her clothes and leaving them on a bench in the foyer, we were invited to join them in their lounge for drinks before we ate. Rebecca indicated to Jess that she should sit on the loveseat with David.
"So tell us a little about yourself, Darren. I understand you're a tech whiz, but I know little more than that." Professor Jensen making small talk while Jess sat next to him with no clothes on was pretty intense.
I explained my interests in A.I. and some of the work I was doing for my senior thesis. Jess brought up my patent and advances I had made in miniaturization as a kid. Professor Jensen and Rebecca seemed impressed. Even though he was in a completely different field, David had apparently heard of my father before.
"I guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, then?" he asked.
"Appears to be so," I replied.
It was a bit distracting to see his hand casually caressing Jess bare thigh. It felt a bit like she was just an object, something to toy with, to them. I found myself wanting to see the older man take her so badly. As much as I enjoyed watching Jess with her other lovers, this much older man just seemed so much more taboo. much
He continued carrying on a conversation with me when I saw that he had slipped a finger into Jess. Just casually fingering my fiancée as we talked. I looked at Rebecca and she had a Cheshire Cat grin at me. This was part of her mind games.
Then I jumped as someone walked in from what I assumed was the direction of the kitchen.
"Mrs. Jensen, dinner is almost ready."
It was an older Latina woman wearing what looked to be crisp uniform. She acted like seeing Jess naked with the Professor's digit buried knuckle-deep in her was just an everyday occurrence. Not worth noting or acknowledging.
"Thank you, Maria. We'll be in the dining room in a few minutes."
The worker left and I released my jaw was hanging open.
"Oh, we should have mentioned we hired a catering crew for this evening. Nothing too fancy, I just didn't want to be distracted with dinner preparation and cleanup."
The reality that not only was she making... no, not the right word... encouraging Jess to be stark naked for the evening while she had hired staff in was shocking. I saw the look on Jess's face and instead of shock, I just saw arousal.
In short order we were moving through to the dining room. Reasonably modest, but it still was done up fairly elegantly. So we sat down, the four of us. David sat at the head of the table. I sat to his right, Jess to his left directly across from me. Rebecca sat on the other side of me, so basically the three of us were looking at Jess. She was on display.
I thought about what must be going through her head. Sitting there, eating dinner in a semi-formal setting while completely naked. There was a blush to her, underscoring her arousal, but I also detected a bit of defiance. Like she was out to prove that Rebecca couldn't break her. The truth was the Professor was fucking Jess because she was a beautiful coed, much younger than Rebecca. That obvious was his 'thing' something despite his love for Rebecca she couldn't exactly give him. So it seemed she sought to put the coeds involved through some humiliation to make herself feel better in the moment. Maybe even to make it so the younger women wouldn't want to stay involved long.
But, boy, she didn't know what she was up against with Jess.
Dinner was weirdly normal, except for the fact that Jess was naked. The conversation was what you would expect from an older professor and his wife interested in a couple of younger guests. Stuff about our upbringing, our course work at school, what we hoped to do after graduation. Again, the façade of normalcy was just punctured repeatedly by Jessica's nudity.
After dinner, their caterers cleared the table and David and Jess excused themselves to start in on the night's main event without Rebecca and I, which Jess had mentioned would be likely. In telling me that, it made me realize that she may have had some communications about the evening that she hadn't shared with me.
Rebecca led me into a library that was fairly well-stocked. I had admired it on our last visit and it was hard not to get pulled into going book by book to see each title.
"Have you read the texts between them?" Rebecca asked me casually after we had been in the room alone for a bit.
"No. Have you?"
"Yes," she told me nonchalantly. "He writes so eloquently about her pussy. I came when reading it. It almost made me want to taste it. Is that something you would like to see?"
"Maybe..."
"I'm very intrigued by you. We've never played with a couple before," she said, playing the role of older seductress to the tee.
"We're not really a package deal. What happened last time is... unusual for us."
"Ok. I can respect that. What do you get out of this, then?"
She seemed generally interested in how what we had worked.
"I appreciate the pleasure she gets from it."
"You think he gives her pleasure you cannot?" she asked nodding towards the door.
"You saw them together..."
"Does she have a daddy thing? Or just an old man fetish?"
"Neither as far as I can tell. She likes variety. She likes power dynamics," I admitted.
"I can see that." There was a pause and looked me over as if she was trying to figure out exactly what made me tick. "You're a pretty interesting guy, Darren."
"I don't see how what I do and what you do are that different. I'm assuming the Professor has a predilection towards Coeds and at one point you were one of them. But you got him to marry you because you were special... AND I suspect because you were willing to allow him to play with others."
She straightened up, clearly not liking the microscope pointed at her. "All accurate."
"But you still have some jealousies. Which is what drives you to humiliate the girls he sees beyond a single encounter. A way to keep them in line, maybe push the weak ones away sooner rather than later."
She almost grimaced. "You might be a shade too smart for your own good."
