My new story, with a new set of characters. I hope you enjoy it. Please note it is fiction. This never happened. It is a fantasy. It is presumed to be set in a world that is more open and gracious that our own.
Professor Bridget Has an Affair
The phone rang in Professor Bridget Williams' university office interrupting her discussion with Megan, a student from her senior seminar.
"Excuse me," she said to Megan as she reached for the phone. "Hello, Professor Williams' here. Oh... John, what? I'm working with a student.... Yes I know." The irritation was obvious in her voice, "I'm on my way... As soon as I finish with Megan I'll walk over to your building. Yes, see you soon." Bridget sighed in annoyance as she hung up the phone before turning back to Megan. "Sorry, my husband. I am expected at a reception over in the science building and for some reason my husband feels I need to be there right now."
Megan smirked and made a face.
"What?" Bridget surprised at the girl's reaction.
"Well, you know..." She hesitated as if weighing her words carefully, "Maybe he needs a chaperone."
Bridget rolled her eyes, "More of an audience I think." Immediately she thought better of that incautious remark as Megan reacted by laughing. "I shouldn't have said that."
"It's ok. Your husband, the other Dr. Williams, has a reputation."
Bridget nodded, she didn't know whether to be embarrassed or not. "I'm not naïve. I know very well of my husband's interests and extra-curricular activities."
Megan begins to pack up her things, "He certainly doesn't keep it a secret. He has been with several of the girls from my sorority."
Bridget raises her eyebrow, "Ok, so then tell me, I know my husband well enough to know he would not coerce or force anyone against their will. Why are so many of the young women so willing?"
Megan stopped and looked Bridget in the eye with an incredulous look on her face, "Seriously? Well, he is handsome and smart and experienced. A lot of the girls are flattered and just want to have an experience with a man who they know has some experience and will treat them like a princess instead of floundering around like boys our own age. And 2
nd
, he has connections and he does use them to help a lot of the girls he... well, you know...
"...that he fucks."
"Yeah, right!" She stood up to leave, "It is impressive that you know all this about him and aren't making lots of drama. A lot of the girls are really impressed with how open you appear to be. I know I am." And with that she smiled, grabbed her backpack and was off.
Bridget sat quietly thinking. Megan had told her nothing she didn't already know. The fact was that she and her husband of 4 years had a very open relationship. John had made it clear that he was not willing or able to restrain his need for female attention. And for her part Bridget also had had her share of plenty of partners in the past, both men and women. These included fellow students along with several of her own teachers beginning back as far as her senior year in high school.
Bridget grabbed her jacket and headed out, carefully locking her office before wandering out onto the quad. It was a cool October day, on a late Friday afternoon at the University. There were very few students out and about. The falling leaves had turned vivid colors. As she walked toward the science building the wind blew them around the ground and got up underneath her skirt causing her to have to hold it down as she walked.
Dr. Bridget Williams was a relatively new appointment in the history department, being only in her 2
nd
year at the University. Still an "Assistant Professor" without tenure, she nonetheless had established herself as a very well liked teacher and fairly well respected young scholar. In fact, she had just celebrated her 30
th
birthday in late September.
She was not what one would call a great beauty, but she was "cute." She had always been told she was cute and accepted this. She had long light brown hair which she kept tied up in a ponytail and sometimes in a bun. She wore glasses and always wore skirts and loose blouses. Early in her academic career one of her teacher/mentors had been clear that her male colleagues preferred women who wore skirts and suggested she would be more successful if she did as well. She was happy to follow this advice and with the skirts usually she wore stockings. Her hips were broad, but her chest was small.
As she neared the science building she paused. She married her husband while she was still in grad school. He had been a researcher doing post-doctoral work at the same university where she was working on her PhD. He was 10 years older than she and was appointed to this University before she had finished her degree. Two years later, after managing a long distance relationship a tenure track position opened in the history department and John encouraged her to apply. She didn't expect much to come of it, after all she was young and inexperienced and there would be a lot of competition. When she not only made the finals, but eventually won the appointment she was very surprised. In fact, it seemed a bit odd given her inexperience and she wondered if her husband had had anything to do with it.
But she put it out of her mind. The fact was that her husband was quite popular with both students and, more importantly, with the administration. Having been awarded tenure early he had also won several prestigious awards. She didn't really begrudge him this, but she did feel that she was always been in his shadow, which she resented a little.
She was also quite aware that her husband Dr. John Williams was quite popular among his female students and had several who followed him around like groupies. Of course he was not the only male professor who kept a stable of adoring and willing young coeds ready to service their needs for attention, affirmation and sex. But with John there was an extra dimension -- he liked to show off. In particular, he wanted his wife to see him with these girls and to watch him seduce and fondle them. It excited him that his wife always knew exactly what he was doing and would passively witness his amorous attentions. The girls, for their part, were often initially uncomfortable and self-conscious about having the wife around, at least at first, until they came to understand that not only would Bridget obediently watch but, she even appeared to enjoy it. As the word got around some of them would also make a show of it in front of her.
Bridget found this entire situation embarrassing and humiliating; but at the same time she also found it exciting and arousing. And here was the major contradiction of her life. She was sexually excited by mild humiliation and embarrassment. To watch her husband fondling a pretty coed should have made her angry. But she would passively watch and as she watched she would become sexually aroused. John knew this about her. And she knew that was why John had called her earlier and insisted she come over right away. He was in the process of adding to his harem and wanted her to watch him. And so after a brief pause to muse on the contradictions of her life and to feel that moist tingle arise between her legs in anticipation, she walked into the building and took the elevator to the 3
rd
floor.
Bridget exited the elevator and walked towards the sounds of laughter and conversation that were coming from the lounge at the end of the hall. There at the entrance to the lounge sat the department secretary, Ann, who was serving as greeter and gatekeeper. Ann was an older woman in her 50's, with a long history at this university where she herself had been a student many years ago in the past. She was unmarried and was one of those people who not only knew a lot of secrets, but probably had some of her own stored away as well. Ann greeted Bridget warmly with a close hug, took her jacket and wrote out a nametag for her. She pulled the backing off the nametag and pushed it against Bridget's chest taking a moment longer than necessary to rub it against her blouse to make sure it stuck. In the process Anne's hand lingered on her small breast. "John is over in that corner the last time I saw him." She smiled an all too knowing smile and pointed Bridget to the far corner next to the large picture window that provided a beautiful view of the campus. Bridget blushed at little and smiled. "You know we should really have lunch together sometime," Ann said as Bridget began to wander into the crowd. She turned and smiled again, "I would like that."
Bridget wandered a little farther into the room and looked over towards the corner next to the window and there was John surrounded by several young women who all seemed enraptured with him. She took a deep breath and made her way through the group of students and faculty, greeting some with words, others with hugs and kisses on the cheek. Finally she made her way over to where her husband was holding court, as it were.
"Hi," She said when she got close. John had his arms around a pretty young woman and Bridget noticed that her husband's hand was gently and discreetly toying with her left breast.
"Hi, sweety," John bent over to give Bridget a deep kiss without letting go of Theresa. The other girls giggled. "This is Theresa, and this..." pointing to the other girls, "is Kathy and Ellen and Jane."
Bridget waved with a quick gesture and forced a smile, the girls greeted her back. Bridget knew Jane. She was a member of Megan's sorority and had been in her class last semester. "Nice to see you again Jane!" Jane giggled as she gave Bridget a hug. Jane was not a beauty, she was plain and a bit awkward, but Bridget liked her, maybe because she saw so much of herself in her. Unlike the other girls Jane was dressed more modestly. "I've missed you." Jane said quietly. "Well you know where my office is, feel free to visit any time." Jane smiled and put her arm around her former teacher, "I will."
Meanwhile, Ellen and Kathy had moved closer to John. They and Theresa were quite pretty and dressed in a way that showed they knew it. Theresa pulled herself against John even closer as the other girls ran their hands over his chest and arms. As Bridget watched she saw him slowly slip his hand down her back and begin to rub her ass. All the while Theresa stared at her, which cause Bridget to feel embarrassed, and excited. "So, the reception is going well." It was an awkward thing to say, but she was not sure what to else to say.
"Yes, I was just talking with Theresa about her semester project. I'll need to work with her a little after the reception is over and I'll probably bring her over to the house." Bridget blushed and nodded her consent. "You know she was just telling me that she was hoping to stay through spring break but doesn't have any place to stay, I suggested she stay at our house. That's ok, with you isn't it?"
Bridget nodded, "Sure that's fine. We have a big house. You are welcome anytime. All of you are!" She rather forced herself to say that. She knew very well what this would mean. And this girl seemed like she was rather competitive and dominant with other women and wondered if her husband had other ideas.
Theresa giggled at Bridget's discomfort and stared at her with a smirk on her face. It was almost as if the girl could see right through her and could sensed her latent submission; that she and all of them could even tell that this entire embarrassing encounter had nevertheless made her panties very wet.
