AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a true story, describing events that happened around 2010. Names and a few details have been changed to protect anonymity.
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Maggie Becomes My Whore, Ch. 2: Maggie and Her Professor
Maggie wouldn't spend very long as her boss's little cocksucking slut. They never went out of town together again, but she met him once or sometimes twice a week in a little conference room in the annex adjacent to the main building. There, in the privacy of the morning, she would let her boss play with her tits and sometimes finger her pussy before dropping to her knees and swallowing his load.
You would think most married men would jump at the opportunity to have their young, beautiful assistant be their willing little slut, but you'd be surprised. In our experience, most married men who are willing to cheat also carry around a lot of guilt, and eventually Randy decided he couldn't handle the situation anymore.
That same spring, I found a new job, this time at a large land-grant university in the Midwest. As West Coast natives, Maggie and I had never imagined moving to the Midwest, but the job was very good for me, and being at a large university afforded her the opportunity to go to graduate school and escape the drudgery of office work. So we packed up the house and off we went.
The new job was an ass-kicker and kept me busy, and Maggie found graduate school challenging, so our extracurricular sex-play took a back seat for a while. Sure we thought about it, and we still found the memory of her time as her boss's little cocksucker to be a turn on, but being a kinky couple takes time, and we were just too busy to look out for any more opportunities for fun outside of our marriage.
It was toward the end of her first year of graduate school that we started to hear rumors about John and Tony, two professors in her department. The same way some people hate the "cool mom" who tries to be her kid's friend and act like a teenager, I loathed the "cool professor," but that's exactly what these two clowns were. They were in a "band" and played at student bars, getting a rise out of being popular with undergraduates; they acted like douche bags in class to score points with the frat kids; and they were very flirtatious with their female TA's and, occasionally, undergraduate girls.
My wife received a lot of attention. Compared to most women in our new town, Maggie felt like an alien. At 5'11", with her athletic, curvy body and strong features, she stuck out like a sore thumb. She faced a lot of strange pressure from other women in her program who resented her sexy look and nice figure. She also received a lot of attention from professors, including John and Tony, who thought nothing of complimenting her appearance, touching her in an overly friendly way, or suggesting they go out for drinks after class.
Although the possibilities turned both of us on, Maggie was cautious. It was hard to say whether anyone would seriously jeopardize their career to fuck their hot graduate student, or if these guys just wanted the attention to satisfy their egos. And the consequences for her could also be severe, both in terms of school and her reputation, not to mention that I didn't exactly want it to become common knowledge around campus that my sexy young wife was a cocksucking slut.
We heard from one of Maggie's fellow students that John had recently made an ass out of himself at a conference, hitting on a young graduate student from another school and trying to get her to dance with him at a reception. Around the same time that this rumor was floating around, John approached Maggie about doing some research on his grant. We decided that this was not only a good professional opportunity; it might also be a chance for her to see whether there was anything to the reputations of these two professors.
Maggie met John weekly to crunch numbers, transcribe interviews, and anything else he didn't feel like doing. John's research was in sexual behavior, so they were always talking about something related to sex. To add to the tension, Maggie started dressing sexier, and on days when she didn't have classes, she took things up a notch with revealing skirts and slinky stockings that highlighted her long, toned legs.
Sometimes Maggie broke out the sexy work outfits she had worn when seducing Randy. Whenever she did, John called her "my Pepper Potts," after the Iron Man character. After about three months of compliments and random remarks, we decided that she should see how far she could push it before we decided to let it go.
The next time Maggie showed up at his office, she was dressed to kill in a tight, red silk blouse, pencil skirt, and fishnet stockings. She stood and did a little twirl for him, asking John, "What do you think of my new outfit?"
He nodded his approval and startled her by reaching up to feel the blouse, running his hands over her back and stomach, before moving his hand down to lightly rub her hip, very near her ass. "Very nice," he said.
Later she messaged me from the office, "John is taking me to lunch."
While walking out to his car and making small talk, she lied and told him that I was going to be out of town that weekend at a conference. She was just going to hang out, watch movies and do homework, she said. "I'd come over and keep you company," he said, flirtatiously, "but that might get us into trouble."
Maggie realized that it was now or never. "That wouldn't be so bad," she replied, and then told him that, sometimes, we allowed each other to fool around on the side. It wasn't strictly true, but she didn't want to freak him out by telling him he was basically part of our own sexual experimentation.
"Really?" he croaked.
Later, Maggie told me that, over lunch, she told John how she had been her former boss's little cocksucker, and how it turned her on to get on her knees in the conference room for him. John seemed to take in the details quietly, obviously thinking about how far he could take this without ruining his marriage or career. She omitted some details, making it seem like something she elected to do on her own, but I didn't mind. He didn't need to know all the ins-and-outs about my involvement and how much I knew. She told him she'd be up for a similar arrangement with him if he was interested.
John didn't reply. When he dropped her off at her car, she said, "Hey, you gonna leave me hanging, dude?"
"I need to think about it," he said. "I'm married, and, well, things are good with us right now. I don't want to fuck anything up. It's hard to decide, you know, because I feel bad about cheating." This, as I said, was typical of most men in this situation. It was surprisingly rare that a married man jumped at an opportunity like this, even a flirt like John, despite all their bluster and male bravado.