[MF] Natalie – The Start of a Marriage Ending Affair

“Damn it! But I’m good at sex!” Natalie playfully purred as she gripped my swelling cock through my tight black pants. I delicately buttoned her shirt back up over her silk leopard print bra which was trying and failing to contain her impossible looking gravity defying D’s.

“I’m in no doubt of that, haha…”

I’m a professor at a commuter college in a nowhere city with an older than average student body. At the time of this story I was 35, pretty green, just starting my second full-time year, but not yet a permanent hire. I’d been thrown a senior level class and was determined to inspire the shit out of those students! I’m a charismatic guy, my evaluations have mentioned that I’m a sharp dresser (totally inappropriate comment for an evaluation, by the way) and that I’m “funny, hilarious even.” And just for context – I am NOT ugly.

After the first class of the semester this 25ish woman came to the front and starts in with the excuses. “Hi! I’m Natalie” (super enthusiastic) “I’m going to miss next Tuesday because of a family obligation, but I took notes on the assignment, and I saw on the syllabus it’s individual check-ins on the first assignment…”

“Uh… O-Kaay… I guess we can do the check in at office hours before you leave?”

“Yes! Of course! I’m a good student… I swear.”

“We’ll see about that Natalie.”

She smiles at me and turns heel. Then she does something that really caught me off guard. She looks back over her shoulder to verify that indeed my eyes were on her ass. She just gave me a warm genuine smile, like it’s something that happens to her all day every day but somehow has never lost its affirmative charm.

“See you Thursday!”

So, I’m a pervert obviously (Hell-O r/petitegonewild) but I’m also a fucking professional. I’m not interested in flirting with or ogling students. (I did rail the bejeezus out of this waifish girl Alex – more on her later – who was a student in the class I TA’d in Grad School – but grad school doesn’t count.) Anyway, it’s disrespectful to them and negatively affects their learning experience. But seeing as I’ve already given you a spoiler in the title, I’ll just say that; A. Natalie had graduated by the time we fucked and, B. I might as well describe what I saw that first encounter.

Natalie is hot as fuck. This is the kind of girl that all people – cis straight females, children, old people, queer men – ALL mention her remarkable beauty. She’s just got it! Giant green doe-eyes, a gentle button nose, full lips and long flaxen blond hair. For the first day of class she had a smart red polo shirt on with her tits jutting straight out of her chest and pulling on the back of her collar. Her 5’8” frame tapered down to a tiny waist and some size zero white jeans. Her ass is a one-palm specimen with a hint of bubble to it. Oh, and… a pretty expensive looking ring. I absentmindedly twirl my own $5 antique wedding band for a few seconds before shaking it all off and gathering my papers.

As it turned out, Natalie was a great student. She crushed that class and signed up for more the next semester. In her senior year she did an independent study with me. We kept it professional but the mutual attraction was totally visceral. It fueled her school work, as if she was seeking approval for more than just her work. Natalie was always casually inviting me to get a drink with the students after night class. I always politely declined, and the other students would just look at her exuding a brazen flirtatiousness like; What. The. Fuck!?

There is a pre-affair incident that’s germane to the story. One day I’m trouble shooting the projector at the teacher computer. I’m at a desk height table and there is a row of chairs a foot in front of me. Natalie came in wearing a loose v-neck white-t, a red knit cap, and some casual but tight flare leg jeans over worn motorcycle boots and sat in the seat right in front of me. She set down her bag and wiggled around for a sec. before standing up, hiking up her shirt a little to grab her belt loops to reveal some hot pink satin panties with scalloped ruffles around the entire waist. She pinches her ass crack over her jeans and wiggles that ruffle down under her pant waist. Then she pulled up her pants as tight on her tiny hard ass as she could. I was totally transfixed. A 747 could have landed outside the window on the quad and my eyes wouldn’t have moved off her ass. Trying to reel in a sense of propriety, I leaned back in the chair and lifted my gaze. And there she is, just like after the first time we talked, totally watching me watch her. And she just gave me that same warm smile and sat down for class to start.

Six months after her graduation we were on our second date. Before heading out to the jazz club we stopped in at her husband’s restaurant so I could meet him. He’s a wickedly handsome, super charming guy – obviously – these two are 10’s all the way. First thing out of his mouth after introductions is “Thanks for taking my wife out on a date, looks like I’m stuck here for the night.”

I asked Natalie on the way to the jazz spot what their deal was.

“So, you and your husband are in… a… an oooopeeen relationship??”

“Uh… We’re monogomish. Haha…”

“Ha. I like that. But what does it meeeaaann?”

“It’s cool for you and I to hang out – just as long as we’re, ‘not ACTUALLY fucking’”, she says with air quotes and a confident smirk. “What about you?”

“My wife and I have done some, I guess swinging you’d call it, even though I hate that term. But mostly it was just doing a bunch of coke and molly and ending up in compromising situations. I don’t know. We’re not close at all right now. She’s living in China for the last month actually…”

“Oh! So what would you call this?” Natalie asks with a circular round-em-up finger gesture enveloping the two of us.

“Having an affair.”

“Haha… Got it,” She winks and gives me that damn smile.

Crawling all over my sectional after the club, this girl was definitely in heat. We were furiously making out and she kept squeezing my cock over my pants and whispering in my ear about how thick it is. I’ve got her entire ass, both cheeks, cradled in my left hand. She whips off her snap-button shirt revealing more of the silk leopard print bra I’ve caught glimpses of all night. I’m not really a tit man; but, these damn tits are so, so special. They’d convert any A-cup fanatic to a true believe in the power of D’s.

I take a long hard look, mediating on how cool her husband was – just as long as we’re “not ACTUALLY fucking” – and about my own quasi-estranged wife.

“We can’t do this,” I exhale wistfully and started to button up her shirt.

“Damn it! But I’m good at sex!”

“I’m in no doubt of that, haha…”

“And I look GOOD naked.” With that she slapped my hand off her buttons and definitely ripped them back open, tossed the shirt across the room and deftly popped her bra off, freeing her firm tits to bounce out. She’s got quarter sized areolas with small diamond cutter nipples. Of course this girl’s nipples are perfect… “See!”

“You look good!”

She immediately got down to just a pair of simple but expensive looking matching leopard print silk panties which were doing an exquisite job framing her size zero ass. I marched her across the house with firm hands on her hips. My wife’s rule was “not in our bed”. Well, to clarify, my wife’s rule was “don’t cheat on me, asshole”; but, once when we were all spun out with another couple in the house she did say “not in our bed”. So, I’m going with that rule in this situation because the actual rule is obviously out the window. With a light spank I prompted her to climb the circular stairs to the guest loft. It took ten minutes to get up the stairs because I had my face buried in those panties every time she took a step. She was moaning and thrusting back trying to get my mouth out of her ass and more on her aromatic pussy. I tossed her on the guest bed like she weighed nothing. Natalie rolled over, chest down, and pushed her little ass up in the air. She reached up between her legs to grab the waist of her panties and pulled them down around her thighs but left them somewhat holding her legs together into a perfect presenting pose. “Fucking take it,” she growled. But I’m taking my time instead. In fact, I’m building a fire in the guest loft’s fireplace.

“You stay right there.” I casually order, breaking up the kindling.

“Fuck that, fuck me!” She drunkenly laughed, rolled over, whipped off and flung her panties at me.

We were on our knees in the middle of the bed making out. The fire was roaring and providing the only light in the room as she slipped off my boxers. “Oh fuck yes that’s a big boy,” she salivated lightly while stroking the head and shaft of my thick dick. Her statuesque frame was bathed in the firelight. I could feel a buzz trimmed mound with a wax job on her florid lips. I dragged my middle finger up her wet slit and start circling her clit. She slowly melted into the bed on her back, grabbed her heels and goes into a perfect straight-legged splits. Looking at me with those big green eyes she begged, “Pleeeeeaaaaase fuck me.” I was so fucking hard I thought my dick was going to pop. I picked her up slightly with my hands cupping her ass, rubbed the length of my shaft up and down her clit a few times before pulling back and in one slow but firm motion buried my cock in her perfect little pussy until our pubic bones ground together.

“Jeezus, oh fuuucckk, that’s fucking intense” she looked at me with wide open eyes. Her lower eyelids swelled slightly creating a subtle little wrinkles in them. To me that’s a physical manifestation of a bliss state on a woman. I kept grinding. I was so turned on that I knew that any type of real thrusting and I’d just blow my load. She wrapped her legs around me and I continued to grind the base of my shaft on her clit. Her nails were digging into my ass and she was uttering an untellable string of filth talk. About five minutes into this Natalie totally lost it. Her breathing had been getting more and more shallow, her eyes a little puffier, her hips in total rhythmic synch with mine. She started slowly rolling her spine and hips and quivering through a protracted orgasm before squeaking out of pouty lips, “Own my pussy baby.”

She pushed me off and rolled over into a picture perfect face down ass up. I slipped right in and started thrusting head to base in long smooth strokes. She looked back, reached up a hand to my abbs to hold me back and stop me, “Let me baby. Let me make you cum.” Natalie started thrusting back lightly bouncing her pussy on my pulsating dick. My eyes were transfixed on her tight little ass. She looked back at me, watching me watch her ass and gave me that warm smile while I practically exploded the condom with a mind-erasing orgasm.

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**Epilogue:** *It’s been ten years and I still fantasize about that night. The sad part of this story is how deeply we fell in love. I left my wife for Natalie, but she didn’t leave her husband. And he didn’t leave her either, despite having more than a little suspicion that we were indeed “ACTUALLY fucking”. I’ve long ago moved on, remarried, and been banned by the new wife from any contact with Natalie (for obvious reasons). I love my life now but will probably never fall for someone that hard again, and will definitely not have that hot of a night for the rest of my life. It’s like a little void in my soul I know can only be reached by Natalie. I could write part 2, 10 and 20 of this story but I can’t bare to relive it all knowing I’ll never be with her again.*

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