It's Friday afternoon and when my final class of the day ends I race back to my office to see if the email has arrived. I've been distracted all day in anticipation of finding out whether or not it's finally going to happen tonight. Logging in, I go straight to my inbox. Nothing. With a frustrated sigh I lean back in my chair, a stack of homework papers on my desk in front of me just waiting for grades.
Pam and I have been teaching at this small, State University (whose name you would recognize if I said it) for the past three years. We got married young, right out of high school, and we went to the same college. She majored in Dramatic Arts and I in Biology, we both finished our Master's inside of two years. When we were each offered teaching jobs at the same college, we jumped at the chance.
During my teen years I had often fantasized about the other guys I saw naked in the locker room. Something about the firmness of their bodies, their muscular frames, their swinging dicks, just really turned me on and I frequently masturbated thinking of them. It wasn't until much later that I figured out it meant I was bisexual or gay. That was something I could never allow myself to be, in my family non-heterosexual was the same thing as non-human. I was always attracted to girls, and I have been very happily married to Pam despite never having acted on my desires for another man, before now.
Pam and I have an active sex life, and we had always talked about trying a mΓ©nage-Γ -trois. She knew that I was attracted to men, and it really turned her on, but I had always been too chicken to actually do something with a guy. One night after a bottle of wine, we decided that we trusted each other enough, that it was time to go for it. We decided to find a sexy young guy and live out our ultimate fantasy, making love to him
together
. And thus the plan was born.
As I nervously check my inbox again, I can't help but wonder why it was taking her so long. The plan was simple. She was going to ask Mark, a sexy blond, green-eyed undergrad in her Drama class, rumored to be bisexual, to come by and help us paint our bedroom this afternoon, and we would seduce him. Mark was gorgeous, as standards go, 6'2", 210 pounds, most of it rock hard muscle. He was a wrestler, and the hours he spent working on his body paid off in a physique worthy of a Greek god.
I was hardly equal by comparison, at 27 I stand right at six feet, my body much more average, lacking the definition of Mark's. I'm told I'm quite handsome. My light brown hair and blue eyes set off by a sexy smile, as Pam always tells me. I was blessed with a larger than average penis, stretching to nearly 8 1/2 inches when fully erect, and very thick. Pam keeps my pubes neatly trimmed, she takes great pride in keeping me sexy.
Pam is a stunning 27-year-old raven-haired beauty, with voluptuous curves in all the right places. Big, beautiful breasts that rival any stripper or porn star, but hers are all natural. Shapely hourglass figure, a tiny waist, and smoldering brown eyes that could turn on even the gayest of men. She was an absolute animal in bed, she loved sex and she wasn't shy about taking what she wanted from her partner. I know She was looking forward to this as much as me.
When I checked my inbox again, BINGO! It was here. I quickly clicked on the message to end the suspense, and my heart leapt.
"It's on. Today at 4. - Me" was all it said.
It was definitely happening! My heart almost stopped beating. I shut down the computer, grabbed my briefcase and raced out the door. God! Could I really do this? The stirring in my pants told me I could... And happily.
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I arrived back home and found Pam inside already wearing her Daisy Duke cutoffs and a sexy, skimpy tank top. Her perfect breasts straining against the thin cotton of her top, she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were easily visible through the fabric. It was nearly four and Mark would be here in less than an hour. I quickly changed into some shorts and a tee shirt before heading out to the garage to get the paints and brushes. As I was bringing them in, the doorbell rang.
Pam opened the door and there was Mark, flashing a broad smile of perfect, white teeth, carrying a case of beer. They exchanged pleasantries as she invited him in and offered to put the beer on ice. "Can I get you guys one?" she called back.
"Be great!" Mark said.
"Me too, babe." I agreed.
"How ya' doin', Professor Grey?" he nodded in my direction.
"Great Mark! And it's Jim and Pam, please. We're off campus." I replied with a smile.
"Ok, cool, Jim. Sweet crib you guys got here," he said in his best attempt to be conversational, "I bet you guys could throw some off-the-hook parties with this kind of space!" I nodded politely.
Pam came back in the room carrying a beer for Mark and one each for us. "So Mark, why don't we have a drink and relax a little bit before we get started in the bedroom."
"Coolness." Mark said with a smile, thinking she was talking about painting. He quickly popped the top and took a giant sip of his beer. We all sat down and I was so nervous I didn't think I would be able to go through with it. Pam looked calm and collected like she always did, and I could tell she was already figuring out how to get him out of his clothes. I sipped my beer and watched her work.
"You know, Mark, I could never say this to you at school," Pam began, "but you're in amazing shape! I bet you work out a lot."
"Two hours a day, Professor! ...Uh, I mean... Pam. The Coach really works us like crazy. My girlfriend says it's worth it, though." Mark, preening like a peacock, leaned back slightly and pulled his tee shirt up to show off his chiseled abs.
I couldn't stop my eyes from following the dusting of blond hair that started in the middle of his six-pack and formed a happy little trail all the way down to his crotch, where it disappeared beneath the waistband of his grey sweatpants. His big bulge was perfectly outlined by the soft, clingy fabric. When I quickly looked back up at his face, he was looking at me with a coy little smile. I pretended not to notice.
"It sure is worth it, Mark! Your girlfriend must be a very happy girl!" Pam said without missing a beat.
"Well, she was, but we actually just broke up." Mark said. "She couldn't hang with my thing for guys."
So the rumors were true! "Oh, you're bisexual then?" Pam asked. "That is, if you don't mind my asking." Pam tilted her head and put on that sweet little smile she gives me when she wants me to say yes. Mark's face lit up and he smiled as he nodded.