Author's note: The following story is a work of fiction. Some scenes include nonconsensual sex or abuse that may be disturbing to some readers. If you may be one of those readers, please select a different story.
"Genetics is fascinating for so many reasons," Grace espoused to her large introductory genetics class. The class was in a spacious lecture hall in the old biology building. The lecture hall, more than one hundred old, with dark wood and windows facing out toward the lake, had been occupied by generations of students. I enjoyed thinking about the spectral presence of students and faculty long gone, imagining their individual accomplishments and abandoned dreams. I was there to meet my wife, Grace, for coffee after class.
Grace was wearing a thin snug white sweater and thigh length burgundy skirt. In profile, the rounded lower contours of her breasts were appealingly visible, as was the subtle hint of her nipples pressing against the material. Her skirt clung to the globes of her ass. Her blond/light brown hair was pulled back and held in place by a barrette.
"Meiosis during gamete formation, and fusion of genes during subsequent fertilization, are the two main drivers of diversity and function. In humans, during egg and sperm formation, the 23 pairs of homologous chromosomes align before segregating into haploid egg or sperm cells. In contrast to somatic cells, which have two copies of each chromosome, egg and sperm cells only contain one copy of each chromosome. Crossing over, or recombination, takes place during meiosis to generate four non-identical haploid cells. This is one of the two main sources of genetic diversity."
A large blond student sitting immediately in front of me whispered to the guy sitting next to him, "this is so fucking boring. At least the prof slays and is a total babe. Wish I could understand half of what she's saying."
"No cap," his companion replied with a grin. "She's high end."
"Man, this exam is going to be a beast. If I don't pass I'll be toast," the first student continued. "Only my second semester and I'm already on probation. If I flunk out my dad's going to kill me. He told me since I'm almost twenty, he'd stop paying my way if I can't cut it in school. The last thing I need is some loser job."
The large, overweight blond student looked as if he spent most of his free time, and perhaps his study time as well, peering into a computer screen through his dark framed glasses. Incongruously, his hair was spiked up in a peculiar, tousled disarray. The start of an attempt at fashion.
His companion replied, "Chill bro. The exams are a cinch. The test questions always come straight from her notes, low key. Just memorize her notes." The blond student's friend, reclining back with a leg draped over the seat in front of him looked athletic which, for a twentyish person, is not too difficult. He had long wavy hair and exuded confidence, or perhaps overconfidence, with his arms extended across the adjacent seat backs.
Grace continued to wrap up her lecture, "During human fertilization hundreds of millions of sperm cells, which have matured in the epididymis, seek a single available egg as it's released from one of the ovaries into the fallopian tube. A single winning sperm penetrates the surface of the egg. This causes alteration of the egg surface to preclude the entry of additional sperm cells. The 23 chromosomes from the father and mother merge with each other to form a new diploid cell that develops into a new organism. This fusion of DNA during fertilization is the second main source of genetic diversity.
"At least when she starts talking about eggs and sperm I can get on board. The stuff about meiosis and recombination puts me to sleep. I just space out and look at her tits," the blond student commented to his companion in a low voice.
The second student grinned at his friend. "You need to find yourself another Bae, bro. Ever since your girl split you've been hopeless. Why don't you go ask the prof if she'd needs a sample from you."
As usual the end of class was marked by the rush of a handful of students to my wife. "Dr. Overton, a question about the exam," a pretty young student exclaimed as she approached my wife.
"I'll see you back at the frat, Brad," the blond student said.
"Later, man."
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"Would you be able to pick up the kids this afternoon, Sam?" Grace asked, as we sat down at the table in the coffee shop. "I told Eleanor, one of my graduate teaching assistants for my genetics class, I'd meet with her to go over some of the material for the exam so she can try to help her study section. A lot of them have really been struggling with easy concepts.
Most of these people have no business in college, and are just here to have their hands held," my wife remarked disparagingly. "I don't think they have either the intellect or the potential to be in school at this level. When I was an undergraduate, I excelled academically. I know it's not fair to compare someone like me, of high intellect and proficiency, with these kids, but still..."
"Some of the undergrads are extremely capable and will be successful." I replied. "Sure, some will fail, but at least they're giving it a shot. Some people are late bloomers.
"And, yes, I can pick up the kids today. That works."
Grace's two children, Kylie and Henry, now four and two, both serve as unremitting reminders of the consequences of my candaulism and the events I had engineered to satisfy my sexual craving. But I've finally accepted fully this facet of myself. I have fond recollections of strangers viewing my naked wife in her most intimate moments. My memories of Grace getting fucked and being unknowingly subjected to various sex acts by Hank, a guy more than forty years older than her, remain vivid in my mind. The image of her athletic legs spread wide to accept the old man's cock, being filled with his semen, the image of her belly swelling to accommodate a baby resulting from her illicit coupling with the old man, of her nursing and eagerly and unwittingly raising his babies is something that continues to arouse me. So too does the fact that Grace would be utterly humiliated if she knew that she had been degraded by someone she considers to be beneath her, both socially and intellectually.
Even though I know that I'm not Kylie or Henrys' biological father, I pretend to be. I am their functioning dad. Both kids look like the biological siblings they are. And both look like a combination of Grace and old Hank, although I'm at an advantage because I'm aware of to look for familial features shared by Hank and his son, Kyle.
I've tried to dial back my sexual kink, but I've only been partly successful. As I just said, I've accepted that this is an integral part of my sexual tapestry.
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"You can't be serious, Sam," Grace exclaimed as we sat at the kitchen table. She was removing the red short skimpy lace satin nightdress from the box that I gave her. "I'll gladly wear this to bed for you, but I can't let you take pictures of me wearing this. What if someone saw them?"
In fact, I already had many pictures from several photoshoots in which my wife had unsuspectingly participated. I had assembled a portfolio of photos of my wife clad in a bikini, her underwear, in partial undress, and even fully nude. She knew and had happily complied with the bikini shots, but the others had been taken under the influence of the Halcion that I had used to spike her drink.
"You want some more pinot noir?" I asked. "Might as well kill the bottle. It's almost gone." I noted a few residual flecks of the drug on the side of her glass as I split the remaining wine between our two glasses. From trial and error, I had settled on spiking my wife's drink with one and a half tablets. This put her under but not completely out, instead rendering her partially responsive and compliant, and with impaired memory of events the following morning.
"I know you feel self-conscious about having your picture taken in revealing clothes. That's why I bought you this as well," I said, removing a matching eye mask from the box. "This way you can go incognito and don't have to worry so much about someone seeing your picture."
"Why are you so interested in taking pictures of me?"
"Because you are so beautiful," I responded truthfully. Grace was looking at me intently with her blue/grey eyes, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
"Well... I hope I don't regret this. Okay, I'll let you take just a few pictures since the kids aren't here." Kylie and Henry were with my in-laws for the weekend.
Grace changed into the red nightdress in the bathroom as I waited in our bedroom.
"You look fantastic," I said as she came in. She really did look excellent in the revealing garment. Her breasts were visible through the sheer fabric, the short nightdress scarcely covered her crotch. She was smiling, her light eyes amused behind the matching red mask.
I led her through a series of progressively more provocative poses while she was in standing position as well as sitting on the reclining chair in our bedroom.
"Grace, you look enchanting," I said as she sat in the chair.
There was a long pause. She closed her eyes. "Just like a Gregorian monkey," she giggled. "I mean monk, not monkey... a chanting monk."
"Can you sit back on this chair and smile at me?" I requested as I moved closer to my wife with the camera.
