My husband and I have been married for seven years. We met in college and dated for two years before tying the knot. Rob is a consultant for a large metropolitan bank and is constantly flying around the country to give his opinion on various businesses. I am a part-time professor at a small private school near our home.
A few years ago we began to spice up our sex life with some role playing and exchanging of fantasies. It quickly became apparent that our fantasies were very similar. I always dreamed about being the irresistible temptress that was taken by a handsome and forceful man. Rob always dreamed about watching me seduce a man and make love to him while he watched. I was a little surprised at his fantasy at first but quickly learned how much fun it could be, especially when I created stories about men we both knew. Nothing turned Rob on faster than hearing me relate how I had to give a blow-job to a State Trooper to get out of a speeding ticket or how our neighbor, Larry had taken me in the parking lot after a PTA meeting we had attended. What made this deliciously fun for me was I could make up any dirty story about any man I wanted to and never have to worry about hurting Rob's feelings. The dirtier and smuttier I got, the more Rob liked it.
We went on this way for a while until Tom entered my life. He was the new hotshot that had been appointed head of my department by the schools Board of Directors. He looked as though he had just stepped out of a cheap romance novel. He was tall dark and handsome with dark brown hair, deep blue eyes and a brilliant smile. He was smart, funny and engaging with a gentle touch that allowed him to quickly become a favorite among the student body. It didn't take long for him to become a central figure in the fantasy life I created for Rob.
I began to flirt with Tom so that my stories for Rob would sound more realistic and because, well, I wanted to. To my delight Tom seemed to enjoy bantering with me and we became fast friends. We joined various teacher committees together that often called for us to work late. These evenings quickly became the highlight of my week. I found myself dressing a little sexier on the days I knew we would be meeting alone. These meetings always included a lot of outrageous innuendo and plenty of suggestive touching. By the time I got home I was usually so worked up that I would practically rape Rob if the front entrance of our house.