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[Part 2](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m16pq6/a_college_professors_first_time_being_a_hotwife/)
"Don't make me wait now." Drew's voice was back to his commanding tone once again. "Strip!"
I didn't need to be told twice. My hands reach the top of my dress, which was hanging loosely over my breasts, and pull it down, ever so slowly, giving him a slow and sensual undressing visual. Drew remained silent, but his eyes betrayed his lust. I wasn't wearing a bra underneath my dress – which meant that as soon as the dress slid past a certain point, my breasts were unveiled. There they hung, not quite large but not exactly tiny either. I had always been proud of them, but that didn't mean I went around parading them. Except, I was doing exactly the same thing right now.
"Do you like them?" I find myself asking Drew.
"Love 'em!" he replies with a happy smirk, ogling my tits.
Being objectified by your student is not something any professor fantasizes about, but that was my reality in the moment. I couldn't imagine how I'd face Drew in class after this. After this, and everything else we'd end up doing tonight. But that was future me's problem.
My hands continue sliding my dress lower, over my belly, down my hips, and along my thighs, until it drops unceremoniously in a pool around my ankles. I was wearing a pair of lace red panties – going with the dress – and that's the only thing I'm left wearing at this point. That, and my wedding ring.
"My, oh my!" Drew speaks, bringing his hand up to my shoulder, and letting it glide along my arm. "Tell me, _Professor_" there was an intensity in the way he used my title. Not vitriol, but not quite respect either. "How does it feel to strip naked for your student?"
"Hot!" the word comes out of my mouth without even needing to think. At this point, I had all but forgotten about my existing relationship with Drew. But he wouldn't let me forget it so easily.
"Look your husband in the eye, Professor. And tell him what you're gonna do" Drew commands.
I swallow a lump in my throat, but nod and look behind him. Thomas stood in agonizing euphoria, with his hands joined in front of him as if a child reprimanded for making a ruckus.
"Thomas, I'm going to fuck this man tonight"
"Where?" Drew asks.
"On…on this bed." I say. "On our marital bed" I add.
"That's right. Now, take off your panties and get on all fours." Drew commands. And I forget about Thomas once again.
"Yes – Yes Sir" I answer.
My thumbs slide under my panties, pulling the smooth garment down my legs and letting it join the rest of the ensemble. My freshly waxed, completely smooth pussy comes in view, shyly trying to hide but failing. Drew leers at me and licks his lower lips while he inspects my naked body. I feel vulnerable. I feel exposed. But most of all, I feel _alive_.
With a tilt of his head, Drew tells me to get on the bed. I comply, climbing up on the soft mattress, with my face towards the headboard and my naked bubble butt on display behind me. Thomas and I had experimented with different positions, but we always ended up in missionary. He always said that's what he was most comfortable with. Perhaps tonight I would find out what it felt like to truly get fucked in other, more sensual positions!
I feel a slap on my buttocks and realize just how strong Drew's hand are! He has taken position behind me. I hear the sound of his pants unzipping, and the soft thud of the clothes falling onto the floor. He's naked. I'm naked. We're about to have sex. No, we're about to _fuck_. God, I've never felt so wet and horny before!
"Condoms" he demands. It was Thomas's duty to supply those. Without looking back, I hear the tearing of that little sachet of plastic.
"I'm gonna start slow, go a little easy on you. But I can't promise I'll end the same way" Drew whispers menacingly, just as he lands another loud smack on my ass. This time, I couldn't hold my tongue, and let out a sharp wince of pain.
"Oof. Been too coddled till now, have you?" Drew asks, as if enjoying my predicament, and before I can answer lands another few spanks on my sensitive bottom, which I could only imagine was getting redder by the moment.
My screams of pain seem to have no effect on him. Interestingly enough, instead of making me want to end this, it only made me wetter for him. _What the hell is happening to me! Why am I so turned on at being treated like this!? Why am I not stopping him!?_
Thomas must have seen my predicament too, as I heard him trying to stop Drew.
"Hey! Watch it now!" he screamed.
Drew stopped, but I heard the words. "No, don't stop!" They came from me.
I looked over my shoulder. Thomas looked like he had seen a ghost, but he slowly grew calmer when he saw that I meant it. "Okay Ma'am…" he resigned himself to the night, seeing how Drew was truly bringing something out in me that Thomas has never seen. Hell, even I have never experienced!
Drew simply had a half cocky, half arrogant smirk on his face, as if telling me _"I knew this would happen!"_
"Good girl" was what he said instead.
The rosy, red blush on my cheeks must have matched the color of my butt cheeks in that moment, but I couldn't know. I'd ask Thomas about it later.
Drew reached with his hand for my hair and bundled it up in a fist. He then pulled my head back, slowly but firmly enough that I had no wiggle room. Then, I felt the tip of his cock aligning with my wet slit. I couldn't believe I was feeling my juices leaking out and dripping over my thighs. The last time I felt this horny and aroused must have been when I wasn't much older than Drew himself. Gosh, that feels such a long time ago it might as well have been a different life!
He thrusts in. Slowly. Methodically. Staying true to his word that he'd go slow. I heard a low, steady moan escaping my lips as my pussy made way for his thickness. Drew seemed to be enjoying every moment of this. I certainly was. It was still a marvel that I was actually doing this – having sex with another man. Taking a man's dick in front of my husband. Fucking my student. In my own bedroom. On my own marital bed. Everything I was doing tonight was so, so wrong, on so many levels! And yet, it felt oh so right…so right…just perfect!
Just like he had been throughout the night, Drew wasn't rushing into anything. With a physique like him, and the reputation of an athlete, I had no expectations of Drew being a virgin. The rumors that spread around the college about cheerleaders and players often made their way to the Professors. While most of them didn't care, few could ignore it completely.
Drew was indeed a _very_ talented lover. He knew just how to play with me perfectly, and just when to give me what I needed. He'd tease me relentlessly with his cock, often times just thrusting half of his length in and out of my hungry pussy. And just when my moans threatened to get out of control, he'd barge in abruptly, filling me up so completely that I was worried I'd wake my neighbors up with my screams.
There seemed to be some more jabs thrown at Thomas – steadily getting more degrading, but none that faced any resistance. Drew even got Thomas to speak out how much he liked watching his wife getting fucked. That a student would dare to say such things to his professor's husband was completely unfathomable. But just like many other unfathomable things tonight, it was indeed happening.
I hardly listened to any of it, though. I was far too busy enjoying the sensations of Drew's large, thick manhood stretching my pussy walls. He knew just how to hit all the right spots and keep me on my toes with his sudden spanks or abrupt pulls. Before long, I found myself shivering and cumming all over his dick, and he chuckled it off and announced he wasn't even halfway done with me yet!
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Great story!
Such a naughty Professor. I hope he doesn’t grade you on the curve and makes you earn every inch of it ;)