Professor Charles Kendrick pulled into the garage of his nice house, got out of the car, and went inside. From the garage, he stepped into a small entryway connected to their spacious kitchen. He allowed himself a moment to get his bearings, as if orienting himself to his surroundings for the first time. When he moved forward, he did so quite slowly. He continued to look around like someone cataloging every cupboard, every drawer, and every magnet that was on the fridge. To a third party, it would have appeared that he had just gained entry to a strange house, even though he had lived there with his wife for 7 years now. This was strange, yes, but stranger was the fact that with one free hand, he was constantly stroking a throbbing erection through his black dress pants.
Professor Kendrick had achieved tenure at the university two years prior. He was established, well respected, and possessed a keen intellect. But at the moment he just wanted to find a couch so he could sit down and attend to the place where the majority of his blood seemed to be congregating. He was so horny. As he looked through his memories, he couldn't recall feeling this turned on since he was a teenager. He often had reason to be aroused these days. He knew he was a subject of lust for many of his female students on campus. He was shamelessly flirted with every semester and propositioned to have an affair with at least one of them each month.
Kendrick knew he would have succumbed too many of these advances had it not been for the ravaging beauty of his wife. Constance Kendrick, or Connie as she was called by friends and family, had been a former student of his as well, and the only one he would have risked his career for. Behind her looks was a sharp mind that challenged him in class and made him question the narrow way he had begun to look at the field of genetics and molecular biology. She had shown up during his office hours to further debate him over various scientific articles or papers that he had accepted as fact long ago. She stretched his understanding of what he knew and in many ways made him fall in love with his work again. He asked her out the day she turned in her final paper for his class. She had said no. When she saw his defeated look, she told him she would not date a professor until she had graduated and still had one more year to go. Sensing hope, he waited. He approached her shortly after her graduation the next year. The professor was not hopeful of his chances, as he knew she had several other potential suitors out there, but she had surprised him by asking him out on a date the moment he found her.
The highlights of their courtship briefly flew through his mind, but he was only half paying attention, like one would with a movie playing in the background while doing a puzzle. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down feet from the couch. In his haste, he had forgotten to remove his shoes and struggled to kick free of his pants. He lost his balance but was able to let the downward momentum propel him onto the soft couch cushion. He laughed boisterously, finding the whole thing very amusing. If only his distinguished colleagues could see how he was behaving now. Finally free of the pants, he removed his underwear, then flipped his tie over his shoulder.
Kendrick's eyes studied his erect phallus like it was something not of this earth. His hand, the one that had almost constantly fondled it over his pants, now reached forward tentatively. When contact was made, skin on skin, his member pulsed at the touch. He lightly stroked the head, then let his fingers slide down the shaft. He then pulled it one way, and then the other, as if testing its flexibility. He moaned softly as he found its limits. Then he stopped and looked at it again. He seemed to be choosing his next course of action. After a few moments of introspection, he bent his neck forward and thrust his pelvis upwards on the couch. He looked like someone attempting to do a sit up for the first time. He also looked like someone attempting to suck his own dick, which in truth, was what he was trying to do. His thoughts told him that this was futile, but nothing ventured, nothing gained.
The professor was so engrossed with this crude experiment that he failed to hear the entrance of the other occupant of the house until it was too late. "Charles?" his wife's voice rang out shrilly. It was clear that she thought something was wrong as she strode quickly towards him.
Kendrick panicked and quickly flattened himself. He knew how ridiculous he must have looked, ass in the air, head bent towards his dick. How much had this woman seen? Could he lie his way out of it? He struggled for an excuse in his mind, anything that she might believe.
As he lay quietly and quickly thinking, flat on the couch, his wife had approached him and her eyes raked over him. Her good looking and well mannered husband had his tie over one shoulder, a dress shirt on, no pants or underwear, and a sizeable erection. "Charles?" his wife said again, but this time much quieter, and with a tinge of amusement. "Care to explain yourself?" She waited patiently while her husband didn't say anything, but just seemed to look at her. His eyes focused intently and lustfully, stopping at her sizeable chest. She felt like he was trying to undress her with his gaze alone. She knew that look, but had not seen it this strong in him before. He wanted her, badly.
The professor finally found his voice and rolled the dice in favor of the truth. "I was trying to suck my own dick. One of my students said they had gotten drunk and was able to. I told him it was preposterous, but, well here we are." Then he smiled at her. She laughed loudly, such a nice sound. But then her eyes met his and they sparkled with intent.
"You know," she said, carefully getting to her knees, "it works better if you have someone else do that for you." His eyes grew wide as saucers when she said this. It was as if he had never had his cock sucked by her before. She often let him take her three or four times a week, more if he was so inclined. She offered herself to him however he wanted. He was a good man and a proficient lover, always helping her climb the mountain to a satisfying climax. But the way he was acting she found very sensual. Her husband exuded innocence mixed with surprise at her implication that she was about to take him into her mouth.
He tensed as she lowered her mouth and licked the tip of his sensitive head. To her delight he moaned, but, why had it sounded like a woman's voice? She continued to lick around his dick, but looked up at her husband. Their eyes met and he let another moan escape his lips. This was more masculine sounding, but seemed forced somehow. She thought it odd, but went back to the task at hand. She loved how he seemed to react to even the tiniest of stimuli as her tongue slid up and down and her hand began to fondle his balls.
Connie was about to bury his cock in her mouth, when the oddest thing yet happened. Her husband's body began to shudder. She could feel it in his balls, where her tongue was licking his cock. She looked up and saw it was his entire body, and then as fast as it began, it had stopped. She stopped as well, and her face filled with concern. "Charles? What was that? I know you like a good blowjob but..."
"It's...it's nothing," he panted. "Please, don't stop. It feels so good, so different..." He reached a hand to her head, something he never did, and moved her mouth over his cock again.
He wasn't forcing her, but strongly guiding her, and she liked it. She swallowed his cock into her mouth and began sucking for all she was worth. To her amazement, his hand flew off her and he cried out in surprise. She wondered what was happening now, but understood as his hot seed filled her mouth, almost causing her to gag. She skillfully pulled her mouth off his with a satisfying pop, and swallowed his load. She smiled at him and teased, "What is with you today? You never cum that fast when I give you head."
"I, uh..." her husband stammered. "You just, you look so beautiful today." And she did. Her face was beautiful, golden blonde hair shimmering and cascading around her face. His eyes drifted down to her ample bosom, her cleavage on display at this angle. His eyes then fell upon his shriveling cock, willing it to get hard again. "How long till we can, uh, go again?"
