Sandra felt hot and wet. She could not quite remember what her dream was about, but she knew that Professor played a major role in it, along with Mark, her husband. Awakened, she heard their voices in the living room where she left them before going to bed.
"Go back to your dream, this is what you want, this is why your pussy is so wet," whispered into her ear Rebel, Sandra's inner troublemaker.
"Stop, get up! Don't listen to her! You are a good wife to Mark. This is all because of that Professor, he is trouble." yelled Gigi, her inner good girl, but she was yelling from somewhere far away and Sandra could barely hear her.
Oh god, he is trouble indeed,
thought Sandra touching herself. Getting up meant going back and facing Professor for real. Contrary to Gigi's concern, going back to the dream seemed like a safer option.
She was about to plunge back into her wet slumber when she realized that Mark's and Professor's voices were getting close. The door opened and both men entered the bedroom. Sandra instinctively pulled her blanket all the way to her chin. She saw Professor closing the door behind him and realized that he was not there to just wish her goodnight.
"Oh my, what are they up to?" Gigi asked nervously.
"Sometimes if you don't go to the dream, the dream comes to you," said Rebel with a giggle.
And when Mark and Professor approached her bed, Sandra's heart skipped a beat.
~~~
Gigi was right, Professor was trouble. When Mark told her that Professor was coming to town and that he would stay with them for the time of his visit, Sandra felt a sudden wave of conflicting thoughts and feelings passing through her mind and body.
There was a history to that.
Back in the past, Professor was Mark's university adviser and mentor whom he nearly worshipped. Professor, in turn, was very fond of his student and was always praising Mark's talent and work ethics. Theirs was a classic case of beautiful friendship. When Sandra and Mark started dating and got married soon thereafter, both Mark and Professor accepted her, pulling her into the microcosm of their interests, thoughts, movie and book references, pranks, inner jokes. That made her feel special, appreciated, loved.
Sandra did not worship Professor like her husband did, but she certainly liked him. She even considered him quite attractive, and Rebel was whispering to her that Professor was rather fond of her too. Despite the age difference, they were kindred spirits, perhaps even more so than she and Mark. They shared somewhat cynical sense of humor, talked and laughed together on various topics and were occasionally making a friendly fun of Mark for his lighthearted optimistic attitude and easy-going nature.
Sandra appreciated Professor's amazing mind, a real encyclopedia in its depth and breadth but also very fast and imaginative.
"Men with such imaginative mind must be very creative in bed," suggested Rebel as if she somehow was more knowledgeable on that matter than Sandra was.
"Never mind her," said Gigi, "Mark is very smart and young and handsome, and you are in love with him."
All of that was true but... Not that Mark lacked Professor's self-confidence, he did not, but there was some dark gravity in Professor's personality that was making a nearly hypnotic impression on Sandra. And the boldness with which professor's eyes lingered upon her body was making her shiver. Even Gigi couldn't argue with that.
Mark was quite pleased that Professor and Sandra had developed a good rapport with each other. Yet, despite all his lightheartedness and optimism, Mark could not be blind to the way Professor was looking at his wife and the way she was flirting with him. All that felt like a game and their special inner joke, but it was giving Mark an occasional kick of jealousy and was making him fuck Sandra harder than usual, which she thoroughly enjoyed.
It all changed when Sandra advised Mark to quit graduate school and start his own business as the opportunity presented itself. Professor took it personally. He despised her for being the reason Mark dropped his studies and "squandered his talent on shallow pursuits," as Professor put it. The fact that Sandra was instrumental in helping Mark to launch a successful business suddenly made her the source of all evils in his eyes.
The three of them were no longer getting together as often as before. Professor's attitude towards Sandra changed. There were no more lighthearted laughs. Instead, Sandra became the target of Professor's jokes, sometimes dirty. Subtle, borderline funny and insulting, but quite dirty. He began scanning her body even more boldly and appraisingly.
Gigi was infuriated by Professor's behavior, but even more so with the fact that Sandra was aroused by his dirty jokes and ogling looks. Rebel loved it though because after each such encounter Sandra was fucking Mark's brains out.
Their friendship fell apart. Mark took it hard, his relationship with Professor meant a great deal to him. He never said that, but Sandra sensed that deep down Mark harbored some poisonous resentment toward her for destroying his friendship with Professor. And as nobody is without fault, deep down at the bottom of her heart, Sandra felt disappointed with Mark for not taking her side more openly and boldly and thus permitting Professor's insults.
Their meetings with Professor became less and less frequent. Soon after their fallout, Professor got tenure at a different university and without saying goodbye moved to another city. Mark and Sandra had not seen him for three years.
And then out of the blue he was back for a visit. And tonight was the night -- Professor was treating them to a fancy dinner.
Sandra did not know what to expect, and as often in such circumstances was willing to let Gigi and Rebel sort things out for her.
Gigi's advice was simple. "What's done is done, what's the point? Just be polite, play a good host."
Rebel was on pins and needles. She felt that the unresolved conflict between the three of them must play out somehow, but she was not the one capable of solving anything. What she did detect, was Sandra's hidden and deeply harbored arousal which made her hope for a turn of events that could in some way lead to a good fuck. Even Gigi had to agree that one was needed as things appeared to slow down in that department between Mark and Sandra.
"Don't listen to that slut," said Gigi, "she would rationalize everything to please her pussy."
"That is your pussy too and it's been very much neglected lately," replied Rebel.
"Stop it you two and help me decide on what to wear," commanded Sandra.
After a prolonged debate and endless angst, they settled on a dress, but even more time was spent on choosing between red and black lingerie.
"What's the purpose of it, as if she is going to show it to Professor?" wondered Gigi.
"The girl must be ready for anything," explained Rebel.
Ultimately, the red won and Sandra was ready for the night on the town.
~~~
It took just a couple of drinks to keep at bay the specter of unresolved issues of the past. They were catching up on little anecdotes from their earlier days of friendship and were laughing wholeheartedly. As if a part of an old inner joke, Professor and Sandra were flirting with each other and making Mark giddy as he was feeling a little jealous of his wife and excited about having his friend and mentor back, if only for a few days.
After dinner, they stopped by the nearby club for drinks and took turns dancing with Sandra. She was happy to dance with her husband as it had been quite a while since they did, if for the last time. Dancing with Professor, having him hold her close, feeling his hands on her back as he lead her across the dance floor, made her recall the attraction she had for him in the past. Except that now she was not that young girl anymore, and her attraction became more deep, bold, carnal.
