A very special thank you to PersianBeauty19 for her wisdom and her editing.
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It was one of those insane, crazy and almost ridiculous days. Too much to do, and not enough time. While I know my life isn't the center of the universe, there are times where in my feeble mind it seems as if it is.
My wife Christina, nearly totally ruined the afterglow of last night's bout of ecstasy - and it was a great toe curling night for the record - by saying her mother was coming to down in a couple weeks for an extended stay. Now her mother, Pauline, was sweet. Of course I loved her. But at the same time she was a total pain in the ass with a capital A.
She felt everything I did was wrong. I spent too much time working with my students on their learning activities; I spent too much time in my Tyler Hall office, etc., etc. She must have forgotten that in addition to teaching six classes a week at the university I was required by my contract to spend time outside the classroom. Not only grading papers, hell, I split those duties with my teaching assistant, but spending time with the students on concepts, direction and their grades.
Pauline felt I should do more work around the house, and I knew she would be tormenting me about why I had not redone my daughter's room. I could hear her screechy voice already: "Ethan, she's a young woman not a little girl. You have to work on that room. You promised."
Yes, I did. And I would. But work is work and finances are finances. My wife Christina had gone back to work part-time since the kids were in school, but our financial status was nowhere near where it was when she had been working full-time at the Accounting firm. Blowhard and Blowhard I think was the name of it, or at least it should have been and with the two major league big assholes running the place, they really should've changed the name to that. But they were paid well, and when Christina left she was making great money.
I didn't do badly, on having a college professor's salary, and for a 35-year-old it wasn't a bad life. We had a nice home in the suburbs of town, and lots of things were within walking distance. The kid's schools were good, and, well, Christina was back at work. All of that was great, and the sack time the night before was really great. My lovely wife was undeniably horny and made it known during the day that it would be a real date night.
The kids were off to bed, and I finished some chores before heading upstairs finding my lovely wife in a lacy peach negligee with sleek thigh high and sheer black stockings, with her favorite pair of strappy cherry red heels, donning a big smile when I entered the bedroom.
I shut the door, and Christina made it clear: "Use me, fuck me, I am yours, Baby."
Seriously! She said it, just like that. I mean, normally there's a little "please honey" from me, but she was taking the initiative here. It was so hot. I sucked in my gut - okay, I've got 10 extra pounds from sitting on my ass - but my 6 foot 3 frame still found its way to the gym 4 days a week. I still looked good in my button down shirt and slacks at school, and on Sunday's my grey suit set off my brown hair and blue eyes quite eloquently.
It was like the good ole days despite a long day we spent a good two hours making love. She loved it, and so did I, and after savoring for a while we just conversed.
Except when she said her mother was coming for a friendly visit. Ugh. That was like receiving a letter from the IRS saying we want to look over your tax records for the last three years as part of a friendly audit.
"Ethan, come on, she loves you, she's my mother, and she wants to visit," cooed my wife, stroking my spent cock. "She's harmless."
My mind was a jumble of equations, none of which calculated correctly.
"Christina, she's always nit-picking at me and the things I do. Whether work or here at home. I'm just not comfortable around her. And you know she is going to give me heartache about Chelsea's bedroom, you just know it. Plus," I said with a leer, "you won't be in the mood the entire time she's visiting. I think your favorite saying will be, not with my mother in the house."
My lovely wife laughed, but soon got serious.
"I need you to be on best behavior, Ethan, but I will make a deal with you. You get a quickie at least twice while she's staying with us, how about that?"
Oh, now we were talking. This was an ultimatum, and I think I had the advantage.
"Ok Christina, but you better produce. No bullshit outs on this, and, uh, a good blow job too while she's in the house or no deal."
Christina scoffed at me, but was smiling. "Well, Sir, you drive a hard bargain. But you have yourself a deal."
Now I have to tell you, one of my pet peeves about my lovely wife is that she sometimes doesn't follow through with all of her "deals". But at least I could look forward to something while Pauline was in the house. Plus, despite being 61, Christina's mom was still a bit of a looker. So having two cute ladies in the house wasn't terrible, especially if I got my wife to be naughty while her mom was in the house.
When I left for my first class I wasn't happy with the circumstances, but it wasn't the worst of times.
My morning classes were bearable, the kids somewhat awake. I guess college kids have a tendency to prefer late morning classes so the early ones can be tough. But I attempt to spice up my lectures a bit and not ramble on, so they are pretty engaged. My favorite class was early afternoon, because it was freer formed. Not a lecture, but putting out concepts. And time well spent interacting with the students. Nothing was off the table, and our discussions could be all over the board.
It was the most enjoyable of my classes, made even better my effervescent smiles from the girls in class, especially the ones from young Miss Melody.
Melody was a classic. Oh, she was cute, but also smart as all get out. She questioned answers while answering questions, which made her quite inquisitive. Bright, and pretty, she was a girl the guys in class consistently fantasized about. I'd heard she was dating an upperclassman, but that may have been a rumor. For me, well, the turn on was she not only was very attractive, but she'd dress provocatively - and sometimes inappropriately - and I swear she got off making me squirm at her appearance.
College girls these days were all over the board with their wardrobe, from the finest fashions from the mall to grungy, dirty, to jeans full of holes. It was insane, and set me off in the worst way. But with Melody, it was different. She stood out, amongst the rest of the young women, in my class.
Melody was, well, fashionable without being trashy. My favorite outfit was a sleeveless blouse that fit her form to a T. Below she'd wear a flowery circle skirt that had to be six inches above her knees. And best of all were the, well, light blue panties that covered her privates while bringing my pants into tenting mode.
That's an embarrassing thing for a professor, the tenting. It meant I had to slip behind the lectern to mask my arousal. Now, you might wonder, how did I know she was wearing light blue, or pretty pink or even black panties? Well, Melody had this habit of getting my attention, not by raising her hand but by, well, crossing and uncrossing her long lovely legs. Oh my. I began to think dirty thoughts but how could I stop, this young woman was irresistible.
