Office Hours -- Chapter 8
My wife and I lay in bed soaking up the experience of the evening. Mrs. Cale had just put the phone on the charging stand after saying goodnight to Jenny, my student who had been dominating our bodies and our thoughts ever since she showed up in the econ lecture class at the college where I taught. Over the course of the semester, she had slowly ramped up her control over me while bringing my wife along for the ride. And now my wife enjoyed dominating me too while she took pleasure from the college men that Jenny sent her way.
My wife had even given herself to Jenny's boyfriend, Kyle, right in my office while I was busy lecturing. Jenny had recorded the affair on her phone and tortured me with it during my office hour.
I was struck by how I longed for office hours now. I used to loathe the banality of it. Mainly, I hated the quiet emptiness because, until Jenny, rarely had anyone even joined me even to ask those tedious questions, or try to curry favor when a term paper was coming up.
But now, I was in bed curled up to my wife. She wiggled her ass against my crotch, where my dick was locked up in a steel cage. I squirmed too and felt my anus squeeze around the plug Jenny's friends had introduced to my ass earlier.
"Are you OK?" my wife said.
"Yeah," I said. It had been an intense night with many new boundaries crossed. "It's a lot to take in."
She laughed at the unintentional joke. I kissed her neck.
"You know what I mean," I said, appreciating the normalcy of hearing her little laugh and her calm voice. I needed the reassurance now. She had seen me suck a cock tonight and even though she had said she wanted to see me do it, I was worried that once she saw me so submissive that somehow she would begin to think of me no longer as her husband.
"I love you," she said. "What we did tonight was a lot, I know, but thank you for being so open to it all."
This time I laughed at
her
unintentional joke. She pushed her hips back against me -- a gesture kind of like a punch in the arm, and I felt the electric sensations in my groin and ass.
Then she said, "The semester is ending soon." Her tone was wistful. I felt it too.
* * *
During the next class as I lectured, I was very conscious of the cage I wore. I felt as if every pair of eyes could see it beneath my slacks, every student knew that I was a caged cuckold that cleaned my wife's pussy after being fucked by other men. Only Jenny truly knew though.
She sat in her usual seat in the third row. Her dark hair pulled back in a sensible pony tail, her blue eyes connecting with mine and piercing through me. Those eyes saw everything about me. How long had they known what even I hadn't admitted to myself, that I longed to submit to a woman, to be used as her toy, her pet?
She glanced down toward her skirt and I took the hint and the moment to peek at her legs beneath the desk. That third row of tiered seats put her thighs at eye level. She uncrossed her legs and re-crossed them, giving me one brief flash of her panties. Sheer white today and completely soaked in cum.
My voice might have gone up an octave for a moment, during the lecture, like a schoolboy reading aloud to class trying to hide his growing erection after catching sight of cleavage from the cheerleader.
I stored away every detail of Jenny's panty-clad pussy in my memory box. In my mind I could see the thick cream soaked through the sheer white cloth. I saw the wrinkle pulled into the cleft where her labia met. I could even see the goosebumps of her hairless vulva. I felt the spark in my mouth as my salivary glands contracted. I remembered the taste from previous times a pair of her wet panties had been in my mouth. The closest my tongue had been to her pussy. As yet, I'd never even been allowed to touch Jenny, though I recalled every touch she had given me, no matter how casual. Each moment was precious now that the semester was coming to a close. Soon we'd be in exams. What would she do then?
I probably gave the rest of the lecture directly to Jenny, unconscious of the rest of the class, not worried about my erection giving me away because it was safe now, locked away.
Afterward, I walked slowly back to class. Mercifully, my wife didn't make me wear the plug today. The cage was my uniform, the symbol of my servitude. The plug was just for special occasions. Oddly, when it wasn't there, I noticed its absence. I felt empty and longed to be filled again.
When I opened my office door, I saw my wife curled up on the couch. She raised up and looked at me as I came in. She had been napping there. She put her hand to her hair to primp it a bit and wiped a little saliva from the corner of her mouth.
"Sorry," she said, "I was a little worn out."
The reason was in the air. I could smell the scent of sex in the small room. She had been fucking in here while I was in class. I licked my lips.
"Did you have fun?"
"The most," she said as she tugged at her skirt. I could see drops of drying liquid on the leather couch. I saw a streak of white painted down her calf. I walked over and leaned down to kiss her. Before our lips touched I noticed another shiny streak slightly cracked at the edges on her cheek. I kissed her. She tasted of cum and cock and the heat of her arousal. Somehow her mouth always tasted different when she was horny.
"Kyle fucked me," she said.
I licked my lips and nodded before turning and heading back to my desk.
"Did Jenny join you?"
"Ms. Anderson fucked Kyle too. Or didn't you notice?"
I looked down sheepishly. "Yes, I... noticed."
"I pulled her panties up for her to cover her dripping pussy."
I gulped.
"And are you straining now inside your cage?"
I nodded my head. "Oh, yes. I feel like I might break the bars."
"Oh, if only it were thick enough for that," she said.
My heart beat faster at that. She was definitely learning my buttons.
Just then we both heard the clack of heels in the hall and recognized Jenny's gait. We turned to the door expectantly. Soon we heard the sound of another pair of shoes -- likely Kyle's. True enough Jenny appeared in the doorway with Kyle's arm around her.
He was tall and muscular with thick, dark hair. I recognized him now as the man I'd passed in the hall on my way back to my office. He entered with the casual familiarity of someone who'd spent long hours here. Suddenly I realized, he'd actually spent more time in here fucking that I ever had. The most I had done was jerk off at the command of the women present.
Jenny walked in and my wife got up and moved to the chair to give Jenny the couch. Kyle closed and locked the door and followed Jenny over, sitting next to her.
She put her feet up on the coffee table, with her knees up and her legs splayed. Her skirt slid down to expose her soaked panties. All of us looked at her display. She commanded the room with her pussy. The sheer white cloth clung to it like wet paint.
"Good afternoon, Professor," she said.
I gulped. "Good afternoon, Ms. Anderson."
"I guess you gathered what the three of us were up to before class."
I nodded and bit my lip to keep from licking it again.
"It's sad," she said, "that the semester is ending."
I nodded. I looked down suddenly overcome with sadness. I glanced at my wife and her expression seemed sad too. We both felt the weight of Jenny's words. We sensed what might be coming next.
Jenny said, "I want to thank you both. This has been very special for me."
My wife and I looked at each other and then at Jenny, surprised by her confession. She was usually so stern, so matter-of-fact.
Jenny said, "You may have thought, Professor, that I was some kind of vixen who liked to turn older men into my toys. But that's not true. At least not before now."
I shifted a little and lowered my eyes. I think maybe I did wonder if I was but one in a string of her conquests.
She said, "I've never done this before. And I wasn't doing it for
