The Professor's Wife
written by:
NoSayQuien

She had such a slutty mouth. She was moving down the steep stairs on campus, heading to the bus stop. I was going up. What seemed like hundreds of students were swarming everywhere, dodging up and down, and they were making it hard to move ahead with any speed, not that the steep stairway wasn't enough to slow me down all by itself. In fact, I was pretty much stuck on the stairway in a fully stopped position when I looked up and saw her. She stared right back.

You have such a slutty mouth, I thought. That's what I thought immediately. It was just an instantaneous thing. We were close enough that I could see that her lips were chapped, but they were moist, too. I wanted to reach up and pull her to me with my left hand, put her up against the railing on the right side of the stairway. Get her out of the traffic pattern. And then I wanted to bite her mouth. Devour that mouth. It was just an instantaneous thought, and I thought she'd like that, too.

Yes. She'd like that! That's what I told myself when our glances crossed, as we were stopped in the traffic on the stairs, heading our different directions. Her momentum was down and away, but she could tell what I was thinking. I knew she could, and I could tell she loved it, too. She had a slutty mouth because she loved cock. That's what I thought. She loves to fuck. Maybe she got her lips chapped from sucking off some man she hardly even knew. She probably just came from that. She would love doing it with some strange man she saw on the stairs. She would like that man to bury his face between her legs and get her off. I knew that. I really did.

But the crowd of students moved, and she moved, too, down the stairs while I just stood there. Her left hand rested on my shoulder just briefly, just as she was passing by me, propping herself on my shoulder as a point of stability in the surging sea of students. I felt the heat of her touch run right through me. Then she was gone.

She had such a slutty mouth! I couldn't believe she had walked right past me. It happened too quickly. I had missed my chance, and I was almost dizzy with my sense of loss. Attraction works that way, some times. Instantaneous. But if you miss the moment, it's gone. It's like lightning that hits real close. You remember it. You may remember it forever. But it's gone.

Her name was Janis. I found that out three days after I saw her on the stairs. Maybe lightning can hit twice, after all.

Of course, since I go up and down those stairs about five times a day, moving between classes, the bookstore, and my office, I kept looking for that woman with the slutty mouth. Not surprisingly, I didn't see her. This campus houses about 20,000 students. And I had the feeling that going down those stairs was not part of her normal routine. I doubted I'd ever see her again.

It was pretty much a miracle that I did see her again, and so soon! Three days after we had crossed glances on the stairs, she was pouring me a glass of wine in her kitchen. She still had that slutty mouth, too. I hadn't been mistaken.

I am a new member of the faculty in the Psychology Department, and this is my first year at this University. My name is Jason. After having been here for about six months, I am slowly getting used to it, but I really don't know my way around, and I certainly don't know who is who on campus. I am definitely not wired in to any of the social networks, and you don't get much guidance. The other faculty are way too busy to go out of their way to help a newcomer like me, so while I am not really complaining, I do admit that I don't like the fact that I have been somewhat isolated. Nonetheless, that is just the way it is. There just isn't much "social support" for the lower grade faculty members on this campus.

There is an exception to every rule, of course, and it turns out that the University has devised a kind of institutional response to the alienation inherent in higher education these days. Each department is required to hold some sort of social "mixer" once per year, and in the case of the Psychology Department, the professor who is the head of the department hosts a Presidents' Day Party. As indicated, this is an annual event, a kind of command performance for faculty, staff, and graduate students, though why the Psychology Department has a tradition based on Presidents' Day I don't know. At any rate, as a new faculty member in the department, I was invited to this party, and naturally I went. Thus, three days after seeing her on the stairway, I found myself in the kitchen with Janis. It turns out that she is the Professor's wife.

Here's what you will probably want to know: did Janis remember me, the way I remembered her? Slutty mouth or not, was Janis actually as slutty as I divined, when we were both stopped on the stairs? When I came through the door at the party, and found Janis and her husband standing there to greet me, I felt a return of the dizziness I had experienced when I thought I had lost her on the stairs, and I immediately assumed that Janis would not have any recollection whatsoever that she had ever seen me before. She certainly didn't give any indication that I should think otherwise as I was welcomed to her home. She didn't seem to pay me much mind, though she was nice enough, and shook my hand, and invited me to enjoy myself. I was intrigued and amazed to see her, but I quickly deduced that I would be staying at this party for about forty-five minutes, and then would be slipping out of the celebration to go back to my studio apartment.

That isn't exactly what happened.

Janis' husband, head of the Psychology Department, was quite the cordial host. After we had all been served drinks and hors d'oeuvres, the Professor organized a sing along around the piano in the front room. He played, and everybody else joined in. Everybody, that is, except me. Or, to be strictly accurate, everybody except me and Janis.

When the singing started, I figured that this was the moment to slip out of the house and head home, but as I was making my way towards the front door, passing the kitchen off the front hall, I felt a tug on the back of my jacket. "Go in the kitchen," she said. "Let me get you another glass of wine."

Of course, I followed instructions, and when I turned around and looked at her, we were both right back on those stairs. She obviously did remember me, and I had been right about Janis. It wasn't just some personal hallucination. We were both dizzy with desire. I could hardly speak as our eyes locked. She poured me the wine, and with the wine bottle still in her right hand, her left hand moved right between my legs and stroked my cock.

"As long as they're singing, we're safe," she told me. Then, with our eyes still locked, she put down the wine bottle on the counter. I kissed her mouth so hard that I was sure that our lips would bleed. I was so rough. I couldn't help myself. And Janis was just as crazed as I was. She bit my neck, inside my open collar. She got her hand inside my pants and coated her palm with my slippery precum. Then she wiped it across my face.

I put my hand inside her pants, too. She was flooded with juices already; they were running down her thighs. "Take off my panties," she said. It was easy. She had a full skirt, and they slipped right off. She put them in the side pocket of my jacket. Then she nudged me to the breakfast nook, and sat down on the bench. "Eat me."

I rubbed my face all over her cunt. As I sucked her clit, I slipped my right middle finger up her ass, and she barely contained her scream as she came all over my face.

In the front room, Janis' husband was playing Camptown Races. My hard on was so big it was painful, twisted up in my underwear.

"Don't leave," Janis whispered in my ear, as I moved up from sucking her sweet cunt and went for her mouth.

"I have a plan. I'm going to get him drunk. I can do it. You just stay till the end. Then we'll fuck for real."

I had to go rearrange myself in the guest bath near the front door. Then I went back to the party and the singing. Janis was giving her husband some sort of hard liquor cocktail and started flirting with the men in the crowd. Their wives were not happy. I moved right next to the piano and started suggesting songs.

That party took a long time to wind down. Every minute was like an hour, or even a day. I couldn't wait. I didn't really believe that Janis could arrange things the way she said she would. She did, though.

By flirting with a faculty member named David, who I gather had just had a book published, and who Janis' husband considered a rival, Janis not only infuriated David's wife, but she turned David into a kind of semi-drunken rooster, cocking himself around the party like he was ruling the roost. This led Janis' husband to challenge him to a drinking contest, but without ever actually saying anything about a drinking contest. Janis aided and abetted the rivalry, using her slutty mouth to drive both of the men insane, and the hard liquor really started to flow. Shots. More shots. Other faculty members and their wives started drifting away. David's wife kept trying to make him go. Janis kept goading both her husband and David into more drinking.

In the end, I had to drive David home, because it turned out that his wife didn't drive. Everyone else left. As David, his wife, and I were leaving (last ones at the party), Janis told her husband that it was time for him to go to bed.

I came back. The husband was dead to the world. And I had Janis to myself. Just like she said.

That night, in the guest bedroom right across the hall from where her drunken husband lay in their marital bed, I fucked Janis up her tight little ass, and I ate her out while she made me cum in her slutty mouth. I fucked her lovely cunt, too. Actually, I did that first, before I took her tight ass, and I couldn't get enough of her mouth. Her mouth was like some wonder drug. That's all I wanted.

I can't get enough of Janis. And what I love best is that she likes danger sex. When her husband is presiding over a department meeting, I will fuck her in her front room, or in that marital bed, leaving my cum trails on her side of the bed, so she can smell me at night. I fuck her in the backseat of their Audi, too, parked in their garage. I am marking out every inch of the territory of her existence, and making it mine.

Since the night of that party, Janis does come up those stairs. She comes up to see me in my office, #230 in Haller Hall. It's a pretty nice office for a junior member of the faculty. Lots of bookshelves, and room for a couch. Sometimes, students will sit on that couch and talk to me about their term papers, or will complain about a test grade, but when it's not office hours, no one else ever comes around, except Janis, and we both go crazy as we fuck where the undergraduates were sitting only minutes before.

Janis likes to invite me to dinner, too. She has convinced her husband that she should be nice to me, that I am a new faculty member who needs help getting oriented to the University. Her husband and I talk about psychology while she makes dinner, and maybe we will talk about a new movie or something like that at the dinner table. There is always a tablecloth when Janis does dinner, because she likes to put her foot in my crotch as we eat. Sometimes, I slip off my loafers and put my toes into her bare twat. She is so fucking wet.

Janis will call me at night, too, while her husband is either playing the piano or working on some article he is hoping to publish. We go crazy on FaceTime, which we call "FuckTime," as we both show each other how we are getting ourselves off as we tell each other what we want. "I want it, fucker. I want your fucking cock up my ass! Do it. Do it!!"

Of course, I tell Janis every conceivable thing to make her hot. It makes me hot, too. But here's what I say most of all: "I want your mouth, Janis. I want your mouth. I can't get enough of your slutty mouth!"