Office Hours Ch 06 2

I don't remember the drive home from Office Hours. I remember the taste of cum and the texture of Jenny's panties that were stuffed in my mouth. They had been worn first by Jenny, the student in the Econ class I taught, who taunted me with flashes up her skirt and who now dominated me and my wife behind the doors of my office. Jenny then made my wife wear the panties into my office after Jenny's boyfriend fucked her for the first time. My wife made sure they were freshly soaked in a heavy load of cum before peeling them off and letting me clean her newly-fucked pussy with my tongue. It was a new direction in our marriage. For the first time since our wedding, another man had fucked my wife, come inside her, and all I could do was hope it would happen again soon -- and if Jenny had any mercy, perhaps she'd let me watch.

But my wife had left my office with Jenny instead of coming home with me. She told me she'd see me later. I was crestfallen that I wasn't invited and also hoping that my wife would fuck Jenny's boyfriend again -- that she'd return to me used and ready to tell me the story. Or at least Jenny would permit her to tell it.

I was a proper professor. I never crossed these boundaries with my students though some had tried. I'd always politely demurred, knowing they were simply trying to improve their grades. Somehow Jenny had awakened my submission, had taken over both my mind and my marriage. And even though I'd had her panties in my mouth and tasted her and her boyfriend's cum, she had barely touched me. Instead, she used my wife as her puppet and tonight the two of them were together.

In our house, in the dark, waiting, I wondered if I could take the panties out of my mouth. No one had given me permission. I was hungry. The only meal I had was the cum that I sucked out of my wife's pussy and my own cum that I slurped from the floor after I lost control imagining my wife being fucked. I was thirsty. I sipped water from a bottle, allowing it to slowly soak the panties, so that I could milk them further with my tongue. Even though there couldn't be anything left of the cream that once soaked them, the act itself was comforting. And my dick began to get hard again.

Ping.

A text. I looked at my phone. It was from my wife.

It read, "Hello Professor." It wasn't my wife texting. It was Jenny texting from my wife's phone. What was my wife doing if Jenny had her phone?

"Lay in bed. Take it out."

I felt my heart pound and my face flush. Something was happening with my wife. Jenny was in control.

I stripped down to the panties my wife had me wear for her. I laid down in bed and slipped my dick out of the crotch of the panties.

"Send me a picture."

I snapped a picture and texted it back.

She texted back, "LOL" with a skull emoji. Then she texted again, "Mrs. Cale has something she wants to share."

The phone rang. I picked it up.

"Mr. Cale?" my wife's voice came from the speaker.

I tried to speak but my mouth was full.

Then I heard my wife's voice muffled as she either turned away or put her hand over the phone, "Can he take them out, Ms. Anderson?"

Then her voice came clear. "You can take her panties out now, my obedient husband."

I sucked the panties as dry as I could as I pulled them out of my mouth.

"Yes, Mrs. Cale?" I said.

I heard sounds in the room. I could tell she had me on speaker. I knew that Jenny was with her, but there was music and other voices. Was it a party?

"I never got to finish my story." Her voice seemed strained, and slightly out of breath. "Ms. Anderson wants me to... tell you."

It's true, during the break, my wife started to tell me about how her college boyfriend had dominated her with my wife's roommate. She never got to finish for fear I'd come right there in the restaurant where she was whispering the tale to me over dinner.

Then over the phone I heard muffled sounds and something like... fucking. I could hear the soft, rhythmic sounds of a flesh on flesh -- the sounds of wet skin sliding on wet skin. The heavy breathing and soft whimpers of a woman, the low, breathy tone of a man as he thrust into someone, accentuating his strokes plaintively.

My wife continued her story, "When my roommate had what she called my "Cumming Out" party with my boyfriend, she asked me in front of the group what my boundaries were. Could they come in my mouth, on my face, my tits, in my pussy? And I said, 'Anywhere,' but my roommate said, 'Anywhere except her ass. That's for him.'"

She meant my wife's boyfriend. Only he could have her ass. And now that I thought about it, only he had

ever

had it.

I heard a man's voice in the background mutter, "Fuck yes, like that."

I heard my wife moan softly. Was he fucking her, or was she reacting to him fucking Jenny?

I said, "What's happening?"

My wife didn't answer my question. She said, "My roommate told me to strip for them. I slowly removed all my clothes until I was completely bare. Everyone else still had their clothes on. My roommate's best friend --I think her name was Kim -- broke the ice by standing up and moving toward me. She stroked my face and kissed me."

She paused and I heard the sounds of kissing over the phone. My dick was aching as I imagined Jenny acting out the parts with my wife. I wondered how I was going to last knowing that my wife was with Jenny and her boyfriend (at the minimum.) I could still hear the sounds of fucking, so I imagined Jenny's boyfriend was taking her from behind as Jenny kissed and fondled my wife.

"Kim caressed my breasts," my wife said, "She kissed my neck, she stroked my ass. Finally, she ran her hand up my thighs and brushed against my pussy, I flinched with pleasure. She announced to the group that I was sopping--- oh fuck!"

I heard my wife moan. Was Jenny following my wife's words? Recreating the moments?

"Th-then, she told me to unbutton her blouse and feel her tits. They were so pretty. She didn't wear a bra. They were small with pink nipples that stiffened as I ran my fingers over them. One nipple was pierced with a little bar. She didn't ask but I had to bend over and suck on her breasts. I ran my tongue over her nipples and nipped them lightly."

There was a pause on the line. Then I heard my wife again, "She liked that. She slid her leggings down. She was just in a tiny black thong. She pushed me down. I looked up at her with her open shirt and tiny thong. She grabbed my head and pulled my face into her hips. I licked -- um -- all around... the joint of her hip and over -- fuck -- the curve of her lower belly. Mm."

Someone was doing that to her. I knew it. Was my wife telling me her story, or just giving someone directions?

She said, "I looked up at Kim and she nodded. I reached up and pulled the thong down. I never once even looked around the room. I was totally focused on her pussy. It smelled of light musk. It wasn't shaved but trimmed short. The hair was light blond and soft. I nuzzled my face against it and she purred. I used my lips to brush lightly against her soft muff and lightly flicked out my tongue. Fuck. Oh, fuck."

Was that Jenny between my wife's legs or someone else? Was she playing with her own pussy while Jenny and her boyfriend fucked in front of her? I couldn't know. All I knew for sure was that I was nowhere near her and far too near coming myself.

"I... that taste," my wife said over the phone, "That first taste was light and sweet and I couldn't help myself, I buried my tongue -- fuck, fuck, fuck -- in... her... pussy. I moaned and licked and... didn't care that I was -- mm, fuck -- doing it in front of all those boys. That's when I felt the first pair of hands reach around behind me and stroke my tits."

I heard her moan and then there was silence for a moment and maybe the sound of skin on skin. I couldn't tell what was real and what was in my mind.

She started again, "Kim stepped away and lay down on the carpet. I followed her down and as she spread her legs, I dove in again. That's when the hands behind me slid down my sides to my hips and guided them up. I spread my knees apart on the floor. I felt the first cock slide against my lips. I could feel them slide along the hard dick, getting slick from my dripping pussy. Mm. Then... it found my hole... fuck... and pressed in..."

I heard a long guttural moan over the phone.

"So deep, so deep," came the whisper over the phone. "The cock pressed my face into Kim's pussy. And it was so tasty and wet, I just wanted to drink it all up. She was moaning and..."

Then there was silence, and finally, I heard distant moans and mewls. I heard the sound of licking and slurping, and then the sound began to build -- a growing rhythm of wet slaps. Someone was being fucked hard and fast. I heard Jenny's moans of encouragement, "Mm. Hmm," repeatedly. And I heard the rapid, desperate breaths of my wife as she came up for air, as her effort grew and her need for oxygen increased. I knew her body and her breath as her orgasm pended. I knew she was pressed back hard on a cock. I knew she was plunging her tongue into a pussy. She was remembering and living life again as a sex doll for our domme and her boyfriend. And I was alone in bed stroking my dick and trying not to come.

I heard my wife scream as her orgasm overtook her. I heard Jenny's voice, "Don't stop." And I wondered who the instruction was for. The sounds of sex continued. The man's breathing came heavy and he began to grunt.

Suddenly, I heard Jenny's voice again, "Where did the first boy cum, Mrs. Cale?"

I heard my wife's moans. She couldn't speak. She was riding the wave of her first orgasm into the second.

"Where?" Jenny's voice was serious now.

"Uh... On... please, please, please..."

"Where?" Jenny insisted.

"On... Kim's... fuck... pussy... and over my...," she cried out in orgasm, "My face, my face..."

Then I heard the sounds of movement and lastly the unmistakable groans of a man coming. It seemed to go on forever -- the hard breaths from him, the moans from her, and the sounds of licking and slurping. Lastly, the cursing, crying sound of Jenny's voice exploding in ecstasy.

I heard Jenny come while my wife's cum-coated face licked another man's cum pouring down Jenny's mound and over her pussy, dripping down into her lips where my wife's waiting tongue lapped it up and slurped it in. I could hear my wife's moans of encouragement. I could see it in my mind. I knew it to be true.

Then I heard applause. Literally, I heard applause and cheers over the phone. They were not alone in the room. There were others. Four or five maybe.

Fuck.

Finally, I heard my wife's voice again. Her breath was heavy and her voice thick with cum coating the inside of her mouth. "That was the first cock of many I took that night."

I didn't know what to say.

"I love you," She said, "Did you come?"

I had let go of my dick long ago to keep from coming. It pulsed with my heartbeat.

"No," I said.

"Don't," she said moaning, "Wait up."

And the line went dead. The phone beeped to signal the end of the call.

I felt the panic wash over me. That moan between words changed everything. Did she mean, "Don't wait up," or "Don't come

but

wait up"?

And who could sleep anyway?

* * *

I woke to my wife's voice and a light nudge on my shoulder. I looked up and beheld a goddess. Her hair was tousled and twisted in that sexy, just fucked way. Her makeup was mostly gone --the lipstick lost to everything it had touched earlier that night. Her eyeliner smeared from the corners of her eyes where she probably had to wipe her face as the cum dripped over it. I could see the dried flakes in a few places on her cheek and her neck. She was otherwise naked. There was thicker, drying cum on her breasts and a shiny channel down her cleavage. Her smooth belly had streaks of drying cum and the inner curve of her hips had a thick coating that channeled down to her bare vulva that shone with fresh cum that dripped slowly down her lips which were beaded and dripping down to catch on her lower thighs, and tracked down her legs.

"This is how they dropped me off, Mr. Cale," my wife said. Her chest rose and fell with excitement, exhaustion, or both. "The last load came right in the car."

"Fuck, you're gorgeous."

She lifted up her phone and pointed it at me, tapping it.

She said, "What do you have to say, Mr. Cale?"

I looked up to the camera, "Thank you, Ms. Anderson."

"Show her how grateful you are."

I reached down to grip my dick, which had immediately risen upon seeing my wife's state.

"No," my wife said, "She doesn't need to see that. Do you like what her friends gave your loyal wife tonight? Do you want to taste me now, Mr. Cale?"

"Yes, please," I said practically drooling.

"Then, you'll need to ask permission."

Confused, I looked at her. "May I?"

She laughed, "Not me. Them." And she shook the phone. That's when I realized I must have been on live video. My heart pounded again as my lip broke out in sweat. My wife was covered in cum and in order to satisfy my craving for it, I'd have to ask them for the right.

"May I... drink your cum.... Sirs?"

There was laughter from the phone. I couldn't see them but there was more than one. My wife smiled, delighted at my predicament. She ran her finger up her thigh, scooping up a line of sticky fluid, then she stuck that finger in her mouth.

"I can't believe how many loads there are, Mr. Cale. I swallowed several even.

I heard Jenny's voice, "Mrs. Cale is a greedy vixen, Professor. She wanted it all but I made her save some for you in her tight little pussy."

"Fuck," I said. "Please, may I? Please? Please?"

Jenny's voice came, "What do you think boys? Does he get your spunk?"

There were general shouts mixed with laughter. I heard, "No!" several times.

Fuck.

I looked at my wife as I pleaded her with my eyes.

She said, "Ms. Anderson, he looks so sad and... hungry."

Jenny said, "OK, Mrs. Cale, but he has to promise not to come for two more weeks.

My wife looked at me and in her tone of mock pity, she asked, "Can you do that for us, Mr. Cale? Can you hold off coming for the privilege of tasting theirs?"

I would have agreed to anything as I watched a dollop of cloudy cream slip out of my wife's pussy and land on her inner thigh and begin to drip down her leg.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I said. "I'll do whatever you say."

Jenny said, "Taste her, Professor."

I immediately slid off the bed and onto my knees at my wife's feet. I pressed my mouth along my wife's leg where the trickle of cum ran and I sucked it in. Then I ran my mouth and tongue up the track over her knee to her inner thigh and up to her mound. I pressed my cheeks into the sticky fluid, coating my face as I flicked out my tongue.

My wife flinched. "Gentle," she said.

I pressed my tongue at the entrance and let the cum pool on it. I sucked it in and looked up at the camera.

"Thank you, Ms. Anderson... for the gift."

Slowly, carefully, I savored my wife's leaking pussy.

My wife said, "Don't forget to thank the boys."

I looked up, my face coated with the combined loads. I said, "Thank you, gentlemen, for taking care of my wife and giving me so much," I slurped her lips, "To be thankful for."

My wife turned the camera to herself. I buried my face back into her pussy as she said, "Boys that was the best night of my life. I loved all of your cocks so much. You made me feel so good -- better than

anyone

has ever made me feel."

I shivered as I drank in both their cum and the humiliation.

My wife said, "Ms. Anderson, thank you for throwing a lovely party. You are such a gracious host, allowing me to be your entertainment. Being so generous with your guests. I want you to know that I'll be your party favor anytime."

I moaned into her pussy.

"And my husband," she said, "will always volunteer to clean up. Won't you Mr. Cale?"

I looked up. The camera was pointing back at me.

"Yes, Ms. Anderson. I will always clean up. Thank you."

My wife tapped the phone. I heard the call end. I imagined Jenny and her boyfriend and the other men at the party. I pictured them laughing over the look on my face covered in their combined loads as I thanked them for fucking my wife, for giving her the night of her life. If I hadn't come earlier that day, I would have probably come right then despite my promise.

My wife looked down at me. "Come here," she said and pulled me up. She looked me in the eye and wiped a little cum from my cheek. "You're a mess," she said and kissed me deeply. She alternated between kissing me and licking my face only to push her tongue back in my mouth.

Finally, she pulled back and looked me in the eye. "Any regrets?"

I shook my head.

"I can't explain it," I said. "I love you so much for this."

"Good," she said, "Because, Ms. Anderson has opened something in me and this genie isn't going back in the bottle. I think I would have fucked and sucked forty men tonight if she'd brought them."

I bit my lip.

"Oh, you like that thought? Well, there are physical limits to a body, but I think the both of us can handle a little more, don't you?"

I nodded. I tried to imagine so many men. It was only a fantasy, a metaphor of the passion we felt in the moment, but fuck, I wanted nothing more than an endless fountain of cum inside her at that moment, and I think she did too.

She said, "I told Ms. Anderson that I only wished you could have seen it in person, watching your slutty wife take so many cocks."

My chest rose as I sucked in air to keep from coming.

My wife smiled and shook her head, "But Ms. Anderson said that it wasn't appropriate for you to see her outside of Office Hours."

I literally dropped my head, prompting my wife to put her hand on my chest in reassurance. She said, "But she told me that maybe she could bring a little something to share after class."

* * *

Class was a form of torture for me now. My student reviews were coming up and I knew they would suffer. No longer was I the dynamic professor who roamed the stage. Now I spent most of my time behind the lectern and frequently lost my concentration as I focused my attention on that third row where Jenny sat in her short skirts. She had brought me low in so many ways without me ever actually getting to touch her, or taste her except what she might leave behind on the couch or what her boyfriend might leave behind in my wife.

Today, when Jenny finally uncrossed her legs, I could see her choice of panties were pink lace. They didn't look soaked in cum today but the seam ran nicely between her pussy lips. I had to work to keep my tongue from subconsciously thrusting out of my mouth as I gave my lecture. Jenny even made class run a little long as she asked several follow up questions as she swung one knee slowly in and out as if to fan the air with the sweet almond scent of her pussy.

I had to wait for the whole class to exit before I could limp back to my office. My dick seemed perpetually hard now. I think if Jenny had asked me, I'd have taken out my dick right there in front of the whole lecture hall. Such was the control she had over me. Thankfully, she never tested me. She was much smarter than I-- at least when I had a hard on.

When I opened my office door, my wife was inside, sitting on the couch. At first I was surprised then I remembered I'd given her a key long ago. This was the first time I think she'd ever used it.

"Hi dear," I said.

"Hello, Mr. Cale," she said.

And with that term of address and the look in her eye, I knew she'd been fucked. And as I stepped inside, I could feel the humidity of the room and the coppery scent of her pussy along with the slight smell of sweat; I knew she had not only just been fucked, but she'd been fucked right here in my office.