A long-time friend was going through a hard time. I learned this when he called one evening and asked if he could sleep in our spare room for a few days. Over the course of a week, he revealed that he was getting a divorce and needed to come up with a plan for what to do next.
One night as we were enjoying a few drinks, I asked him what he really wanted to do with his life. To which he answered, "Move far away and do things I was never able to do."
I had shared a couple of my erotically themed stories with him in the past. He took a swig of his drink and said, "There's nothing about my life that would ever make it to one of your stories."
So, I downed another drink and told him that I was going to write a story about a fictional "New Start" that someone in his situation could have.
To which he toasted me with the words, "Bring it".
I wrote it for him over a 3-month period. His marital woes are described below... What he chose to do about it is the fictional part. As was my practice in those days, each part was sent to him when it was completed. With his permission, those have been collected here for your viewing.
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A Physique for Physics
In the Physical world there are certain laws that never change. These are irrefutable and cannot be violated. A wise teacher once told me, "Learn the fundamental laws well. Take them with you through-out life, for the Laws of Physics are the same for all frames of reference." Little did I know just how right he was.
Today, I am the teacher. The last 20 years have been both good and bad. I married my wife of 19 years during my senior year of college. We made a life for ourselves in the Midwest and raised a baby girl into a woman. My wife's interests were my daughter's interests. They were the best of friends and had what I thought was a perfect mother/daughter relationship. My role was to provide an income and do the maintenance around the house.
On occasion, my wife and I would have sex, but enjoying each other's company and making love had moved outside the realm of our relationship, after the arrival of our daughter. I often wanted to just lie together and turn our embraces into slow endearing love. She did not. Having her turn loose and just have sex for the sake of enjoying it, was even further from a possibility. She was always afraid that our daughter would hear or even suspect that we might be doing it and just, never could. For her, sex was done in the dark, with little foreplay and as quietly as possible. Her anxiety inhibited her ability to orgasm and the lack of mutual enjoyment left me feeling impotent.
At least that is what I thought. Until, my now 19 year old, daughter's phone accidentally uploaded a file to our family cloud account. In it she and another girl were shown to be giving a blowjob to a rather well-hung man. The video was shot from the man's POV. He was holding the phone camera in landscape, positioned just above the ass of the second girl. It showed my daughters face with her jaws opened wide and her mouth encompassing a huge veiny cock. The man appeared to be in his early 20's with a pair of muscular shoulders, bulging pectorals and washboard abs. The second woman was obscured beneath her shoulder length auburn hair from this angle. She appeared to be licking his nuts.
I was transfixed as I watched my my wife's little princess transform into a slutty cocksucker. The sounds of her sucking, spitting and gagging proved that this was far from her first attempt to give head. Either through his lack of attention or a bump from the second girl, the phone moved upward. The perspective changed to show just a shot of his chest and above. The effect that she had on the young stud was apparent in the expression on his face. His neck and jaw tightened, his chin lifted, and his eyes clinched tight. It was apparent that he was ready to explode.
As it was there, I heard my daughter say, "It's your turn. Here."
The break allowed him to refocus his attention and repoint the camera toward his crotch. My daughter was repositioning down and sucking his balls into her mouth. The auburn haired woman had raised up and was obviously swallowing his cock. I could not see her face, but her lips were completely sealed around the base of his shaft.
Then, he let go. His orgasm exploded into the woman's throat.... I heard his grunt, my daughters slurping squeal and the auburn woman's gagging attempts to take his load. As he continued to squirt, she raised her head and sucked with each pulse. As he finished, I saw her lips suck the last little bit from his mushroom head.
When it was complete, my daughter repositioned her head as her fellow cocksucker moved down. I saw the yogurt-like slime of his jism begin to fall into my daughter's eager mouth.
The young stud had recovered enough to watch what was going on and reached down to whisk the auburn hair out of the way... so that he could see the deposit drip from my WIFE'S LIPS...
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So it was, that in the 20
th
year of our relationship, I took a teaching position along the Gulf Coast of Mississippi and left it all behind.
A week before school started, I arrived in the small town that was to become my new home. I had a couple of suitcases of clothes, my books, computer and a few odds and ends of memories packed in the back of my pickup truck. The small college had arranged for me to live in a summer house that one of the Regents owned. It was sparsely furnished but, was fairly new and located close to a small river. I would have plenty of solitude here to sort out my life.
I showed up at the school the Friday before classes began. It was enrollment, tours for the students and I received my schedule. It was typical for a new teacher: one senior Advanced Physics class, two each of Intro to Physics and General Science. The five classes were spaced out with three in the morning and two after lunch. The Advanced Class was the one that I prepared the most for, over the weekend. Intro classes were so basic that I just planned to follow the outlines in the teaching guides. Little did I know that the biggest challenge I faced would be in one of those.
At the first bell, I looked up to see a class full of young ladies and gentlemen. Excited faces, still clinging to their vacation experiences, met my gaze. We spent the hour just going over the semester syllabus. The rest of the day went similarly. Until the end of the last class, that is. The second freshman Physics class, of the day, was supposed to go just like the first, but didn't. There were 18 students in it; all were freshmen, except one.
A thin, pretty, brunette-haired girl came to my desk, after class, with a question. Mr. Long. "I just moved here. I am a senior. I have to take this class as a make up. If I don't pass it, I won't graduate. Will you tutor me if I need it?"
Her bright green eyes and tanned face were striking under the fluorescent lights of the classroom. She had only a few sun freckles and the softest tan skin tone I had ever seen. Even though I was taking all this in, while trying to concentrate on her question, I still managed to reply, "Sure."
Her face brightened even more as she brought out a slight smile and said, "Thanks, I work evenings and will need a lot of help." She then turned and walked away. I couldn't help looking as her young, woman-like, figure moved toward the door. She wore a pair of lightweight hip hugger jeans that made her butt cheeks shift tightly with each step. Her lean torso widened into a pair of shoulders that completed a respectable hourglass shape. I watched until she turned and disappeared into the crowd in the hall.
That night as I went about setting the lesson plan for the next day's classes, I remembered thinking, I never caught her name. Nor did I think to ask her why she had never taken basic Physics. Oh well, there would be plenty of time for that during the rest of the semester.
The next day's classes went fairly easy. I lectured very little and in each one, asked them to tell me what they knew about various topics in their syllabus. During the Advanced Physics class, I found that about half the students were pretty well prepared for the class and the rest would probably be able to keep up. I assigned a chapter to read and for them to write a paragraph analyzing any one of the italicized sentences in it.
The General Science classes were more varied. There were a few of the students who clearly, were way ahead of the others. Along with, a few coasters who were just taking it for credit. I counted them off in threes and assigned them to bring an example of one of the three forms of matter. One's were to bring solid, two's liquid and three's were to bring gas... In the second class one of the coasters said, "I wish I was a three. I have plenty of gas." The class giggled and I dismissed them a few minutes early.
Intro to Physics was going to tackle Mechanics first. We discussed the overview, from simple motion to energy and mass. I judged that both classes were nearly the same in advancement and that there were a good number of well-prepared students in each. In the afternoon class, the girl from the previous day sat on the front row. I glanced at her several times and saw that she was taking notes furiously. Her spaghetti strap top was slightly low cut and I could see that her tan went deeper than she was exposing. When the Attendance Sheet came back to me, I saw that her name was Penny. I assigned them to read a chapter and come to class with an idea for a group experiment we could do as a class.
