Having retired early, I didn't have much to do all day, so when I saw that the local college was seeking an English Literature teacher I decided to apply. My wife kidded me that I would never survive being around college girls half my age all day. Indeed it's not easy; in fact it's hard... all day. Of course, many of the girls flirt and tease outrageously, trying to get a better grade, but I keep it in my pants and behave myself.
Some afternoons I arrive home to find my wife dressed in a "catholic school girl" or "cheerleader" outfit and we proceed with a little light role-playing and fuck the night away. Likewise, our local swing club will have a "back to school"-themed party where I get to fuck several "naughty little school girls".
I have a great wife and an active sex life, so the actions of the actual college girls I encounter are no big deal; "oh, you want to show me some cleavage? I was fucking your mother Saturday night." Desire is still there, of course, and my inner caveman is always raring to go, but I control myself with some effort.
Then I met Anna. Well, actually, no. I can usually recognize the girls who'll be trouble right off; they exude sex and know how to use it. Anna wasn't like that, she was one of the "good" girls; did her work, participated in class, didn't dress like a slut. Nor did she brown-nose or otherwise try to get my attention. She was just a regular student, like many others. Partway through the semester, that changed... and I noticed. Maybe it was just that spring had sprung, but her skirts became shorter, her blouses became blousier. It became readily apparent that she neither required nor wore a bra. She made more eye contact with me... or, more likely, I made more eye contact with her. And she smiled. I was a goner.
She came to see me after school to discuss the story we were reading. Girls who are trying to seduce me never try to discuss such things; they just haven't been paying enough attention to do that. She began with, "Why would the man in the story cheat on his wife with a young girl?"
I replied, "Probably because it was spring, she was wearing a short skirt and a loose blouse, and had an incredible smile. These things can overwhelm a man."
There was that smile again as she said, "But I've been watching you, trying to tempt you as she tempted him, and you haven't been overwhelmed. I could hardly tell you'd even noticed my efforts."
I responded, "Well, those were different times, a different culture; the penalty for his actions is much greater here and now."
"You don't want to lose your job for having sex with a student, even one of legal age?"
"Doing so just isn't worth the possible consequences for either of us; especially if we can just wait a month, until after you graduate... aah... she graduates."
"Aha! So I did succeed! You would have sex with me if I weren't your student."
"Sure, graduate and get accepted to grad school. Then come see me."
The rest of the semester passed quickly, and she didn't let up. When she received her grad school acceptance letter, she showed it to me with a big smile and said, "Grad school acceptance; check!"
By then I had mentioned Anna to my wife who seemed intrigued that a student had finally gotten past my shields. Her only response was, "She must be very interesting. I hope I get to meet her."
The morning after graduation, there she was in my doorway, grinning from ear to ear, showing me her diploma. She looked delightful in a simple print cotton summer dress that buttoned down the front and a ponytail. "Graduated; check!" she said matter-of-factly, challenging me to renege on our deal.
No way was I going to pass on this opportunity; I congratulated her, cleared my desk, stood and gave her a hug, and said, "I think a celebratory lunch is called for." I drove us to a quiet café. On the way, I suggested that she open another button or two; she opened one at the top and one at the bottom. We sat outside away from other diners and the breeze played with her hair and the loosened front of her dress. As we ate, I caught a glimpses of what lay inside. I took the time to explain that my wife and I were swingers, that I often have sex with women who are not my wife and that we don't consider it cheating. And further, that my wife is bisexual. I gave Anna the opportunity to back out if that's not what she had signed up for. In answer, she opened another button and said, "If I'm going to major in human sexuality; I'd better learn something about it."
By the time we arrived at my house, only a few more buttons remained buttoned and I undid them once we were in the kitchen. We held each other in a tight embrace and shared our first kiss as her dress fell to the floor. I felt her small but firm breasts press against my chest; her hard nipples poked me through my shirt. I ran my hands down her back and caressed her skinny little ass as we lost ourselves in the pleasure of our kiss.
I told Anna to go out to the pool and I'd be out in a moment. She strutted on out, dressed in nothing but a tiny silk thong. I texted my wife the code word we had agreed on just for occasions such as this, got undressed, and carried a tray of snacks and wine out to the poolside cabana.
Anna was in the cabana and had settled in on the big lounge that looks suitable for a sultan. I placed the tray on a table, poured us each a glass of wine, and joined her. She'd hardly taken her eyes off my rampant cock all the while; an astonished look was on her face. Her first words were, "I didn't know they got that big!" I assured her that mine was only a little larger than average and that I could introduce her to even larger ones if she liked. She swallowed a gulp of wine.
She took my cock in her hand, felt its girth and how hard it was; I moaned. Thoughtfully, she said, "No wonder guys can't think around women. I'm beginning to understand the man in the story."
