My secret affair with my professor [MF]

So a bit of backstory: I was 22 studying law and my professor was 42 I think. He was really good for his age. I mean, he was fit, had muscles all in the right places and was the crush of every girl in the class, including me. Now, I know some of you might think that I slept with him for better grades, but that was not the case here. I was a straight-A student and always exchanged witty banter with him on certain points, which might have been the starting point of our relationship.

Fast forward to months of having a crush on him, we met at a networking event organized by the university where students would get to know well experienced and esteemed lawyers in the country. It was an open bar event, so after meeting a few great lawyers, I decided to head to the bar to have a drink which is when I bumped into my professor – let’s call him Fletcher (shoutout to Jim Carrey’s role in Liar Liar). What started as a regular chat turned into a little flirting after a few drinks. Fletcher started complimenting my eyes and my dress before laying his hand on my knee and I too started complimenting how good he looked for his age (in my defense, I had a major crush on him). A few more drinks later we decided to call it a night and Fletcher being a gentleman, decided to walk me outside. We got to the elevator and he kept staring at me and said, *”You look really beautiful you know that?”*. I smiled and replied, *”Yeah I get that a lot”*. The elevator doors opened and in we went, it was just the two of us inside and the second the doors closed Fletcher grabbed me by my waist, pulled me closer and kissed me on my lips for a good 5 seconds before he stopped and started apologizing for his behavior.

Now obviously the logical thing to do would have been to either slap him for the unaccounted kiss or just play it cool like nothing happened given the fact that he was a married man and almost twice my age. Of course my brain never got that memo (blame the alcohol), so instead I kissed him back. We kept kissing the whole way down the elevator before we got out of the building and were waiting for a taxi. It should have ended then and there but no no no, my brain was like get back to kissing. So hesitantly I asked, *”Want to come back to my apartment to finish what we started?”*. Of course he said yes and we got into a cab and he started kissing me again and his hands weren’t idle, one was caressing my thigh and the other my boob and come to think of it I am pretty sure the taxi driver got quite an eyeful of what was going on. We got into my apartment, I jumped onto him, we were kissing while trying to get each other out of out clothes.

He carried me around, pushed me against the wall, broke a vase and a photo frame before we ended up near the window (it’s a fairly huge window). He went from kissing my lips to kissing my neck, then my nipples and finally went down on me. He did a fairly decent job of eating me out (tbh I had better) before he turned me around and put his dick inside me and started thrusting me. With my boobs pressed against the window pane, each thrust kept pressing my boobs more and more and the fact that the window glass was a little code made the experience even better for me. He kept thrusting me before he carried me to my bed and started pounding me hard. He may have lacked oral skills but he didn’t lack on this part. He kept going hard, moaning on each thrust and making me scream in pleasure as I came and a few seconds later he came too, on my body with his cum around my boobs and belly. Absolutely exhausted, he hugged me in his arms before we both fell asleep a few minutes later.

The next morning I woke up with a splitting headache and felt absolutely guilty for sleeping with a married man. All these thoughts of them splitting up because of me was eating me up inside. After Fletcher woke up, I told him that this was a mistake that never should have happened and that we should never talk about it ever again, but then he explained that he was separated from his wife and was in the middle of getting a divorce and that he would never change a thing that happened between us because he really liked me. Thus began our affair, given the fact that he was separated and getting a divorce made me feel a little better.

For almost a year we kept texting each other, lots of sexting, sex in different places (which included the university, his place and mine), a threesome, quickies in his car, although we never made our relationship public and never went on dates.

Eventually I broke it off with him after I found out that he was actually happily married with a wife who was actually expecting a child and all the talk about the whole separation and divorce was actually a lie (kind of makes him a good lawyer for convincing me otherwise but still makes him a douchebag). For those wondering whether I confronted him, yes I did and he blackmailed me on releasing nudes that I had sent him and that he had friends in the bar association where he would jeopardize my career if I stopped having sex with him.

Now me being the headstrong girl I am, I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine by becoming very good friends with his wife to the point that I actually babysit his kid and turned the tables on him to the point that if he did cheat on his wife again I would tell her everything that we went through and that my BFF also knows this and she would do it if I didn’t.

Yes, I still feel guilty for having a year-long affair with Fletcher, but the happiness I get when I look at his scared face when I’m around his wife, knowing he won’t cheat on her again, is so much better.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tggjdb/my_secret_affair_with_my_professor_mf