Pure fantasy in an attempt to be short and sweet with things that most married men would enjoy thinking about.
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As I pulled into the driveway at the end of the day, my mind was reflecting on yet another day of arousing visions, interactions and mental journeys. Only those who live the life of a college professor can understand that trampoline a married cock's arousal can bounce about upon in just one, single day. Today's visions had been fueled by the normal characters.
There was Liz, my personal secretary, who was married with two young children. She was still nursing the youngest with milky breasts that jiggled freely no matter how much support her bras offered, which happens when your tits measure easily in the neighborhood of 38D when NOT nursing!
There were my two grad assistants, hand picked by me, who possessed exceptional academic abilities and even more exceptional bodies. A middle-aged man never grows weary of enjoying the views of young women in their mid-twenties who turn heads on any day and give head on their better days.
There was the cluster of students who populated my classes (and filthy fantasies thanks to the combination of their sexually curiosities and daddy issues) with an eagerness to learn and to earn a good grade along with my affirmation. Their appetites for success often find an outlet when in my office alone with me... and the door closed.
Today there had been the predictable, yet unexpected, new stage character. Her name was Melissa. A blonde undergrad with a body that could tempt even the most faithful husband, which I am not. She was flustered by some scheduling mistake that had her midterm project in peril of being marked late. Liz was trying to reason with her when I walked in the office. As Liz was leaning forward and pointed to something on the computer monitor, Melissa was bent across the desk looking as well. As I walked through the office, my eyes were greeted by a brief but glorious view of Liz's full cleavage and Melissa's 20 year old tits that rivaled the appeal of Liz's. It was an eyeful to say the least.
I waited until the opportune moment to offer my assistance. As Melissa pleaded her case to me, her big blue eyes sparkled even as she fought back tears. Her tank top and jeans were casual and fitting, not to mention cock-throbbing thanks to the curves revealed. I smiled as I calmly worked my way through her dilemma; even as my mind filthily worked its way through her jeans and tank top and providing me an estimate of how I might fuck her right there atop Liz's desk. Hell, I even had a brief glimpse of how Melissa might actually feed from Liz's breasts bared for her.
So, by the time I rolled up the driveway and headed to the front door that afternoon, I was more than ready to find my wife on her knees in the entry way, tits bared, and mouth open and begging for my cock. Unfortunately, after a couple of decades of marriage, that was not likely. Kathleen enjoyed my cock. But being the good, church-going woman that she is, 99% of my fun with her is limited to the bedroom; the marriage bed. So the reality was as predictable as my daily, on-campus hardons.
"Hello honey," came her melodic voice from the kitchen in response to her hearing me shutting the front door on my way in. "I am in here, putting on the finishing touches to dinner. You are going to love the cut of meat I found!"
