Northfield Nymphos Ch. 01
By Hotpup
Note: All persons engage in sexual activity past or present are least 18 years of age. This is a totally fictional story. While some of the places may be real none of the people exist. While the author has been to this fine city he does not know a single person now living there. I understand that there is nothing about the story that is realistic that is why it is pure fantasy. I am considering future chapters.
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I am a 50 year old college professor at Carleton College in Northfield, Minnesota and my marital love life has recently hit a very dry spell. My wife, Gwen, is a drama and English teacher at Northfield High and for the last couple of months has been gone all hours of the day between rehearsals for the spring play, debate tournaments along with other duties. Not that I have been less busy but have found a lot more time to have sexual fantasies.
It was against this backdrop that I went cruising on the internet and found a site called, "MarriedLadies4Rentn." I was not sure what it was as the title was not very inspiring but decided to check it out. It turned out that these were women looking for some extra cash. It appeared that their primary source of income was actually hooking up in person and that the online feature was intended as an introduction to the ladies.
Taking the plunge I entered my information including my zip code. The screen was filled with 21 women in the Northfield area. Almost all of them were in their early 20's. It was rather obvious that many of the women were actually not married but were college students. Later when I travelled to other cities that were not college dominated towns the bulk of the women were actually as advertised -more mature and married.
So, wanting a mature woman I narrowed my search to women over the age of 40 which left two. The one with the screen name of Robin seemed somewhat familiar. But Beth gave herself away at least to me. There were no photos of these two women but if she were telling the truth about her physique and interests it could only be the Dean of students at St. Olaf college who lived across the street from me.
I bought some tokens and direct messaged Beth. After a few introductory messages I asked to see her breast forking over the needed tokens. I had to admit she had great breasts. Then I took my laptop out to our front porch and sent her another message using her real name, "Look out your front window Jennifer."
"Holy cow, Tim you've got to be kidding me. How did you know it was me? "her reply came as I saw her front curtains drop back into place. Smiling I grabbed my laptop and sauntered to her front door. I did not have to knock as she ushered me inside.
"well, Jennifer you were too specific so that anyone who has spent any time with you would know it was you," I replied as we sat on her sofa. I helped her freeze her account until she could re-do the profile. It was mutually advantageous for us to keep this secret but especially for her. Silence fell over us for several moments until she spoke again
"Obviously, you are looking for a roll in the hay. If you're still interested I'll only charge three quarters of the usual rate," explaining that she had to pay off a credit card that her husband did not know that she had. After coming to terms and agreeing that this would be a one off she took me to her bedroom where we quickly stripped.
If her colleagues could see her now on her knees deep throating me with two fingers buried in my ass hole I wonder what they would think. Wrapping my hand in her long black hair I eagerly began to mouth fuck her. In no time I was shooting thick loads of spunk down her throat. After I helped her to the bed I kissed every inch of her curvy body while my cock recovered. I especially enjoyed eating her honey pot.
Jennifer's orgasm violently shook the bed. After a few seconds to recover she climbed on top of me and pulled my cock into her steamy wet pussy. Slowly she bounced up and down on my pole gradually gaining speed until her hips were wildly pounding against me. I gave her big ass several swats before catching her tits, squeezing them, and pinching the nipples. Her fingers were flying across her clit as we were pounding into each other wilder and wilder until we both had fantastic orgasms.
After laying there together for a while we got up and dressed. Going back to the living room I helped her with her profile to make it more mysterious and a lot less obvious. We agreed that if we decided to do this again I would pay full price if it were my idea and she would not charge anything if she made the first move. That solution, to say the least, was over simplified but neither of us were particularly worried about it as it would work itself out if the time came again.
Momentarily satiated I went home and showered then took a walk along the Cannon River still tasting remnants of Jennifer's honey in my mouth. That only seemed to rekindle my lust. I went back home and opened the laptop once again and saw that Jennifer had message me a picture of her bountiful ass with a thank you. For a split second I thought about heading right back across the street.
Instead, I took a look at Robin's profile. There was something that bugged me about the profile. I could not put my finger on it. Robin said that she was in her 40's standing 5feet six inches weighing about 150 pounds with blonde hair and blue eyes with a large posterior and C cup breasts, a Scandinavian dream. She said that she was an educator with a lot of free time. She also described her hobbies including canoeing and fishing on the Cannon.