53 comments/ 388639 views/ 44 favorites Dangerous Guest: Trust Betrayed By: LeoDavis I had been looking for a job for almost a year. I was almost finished with my Ph.D., but things didn't look too good. Then out of nowhere I heard about a small college that needed someone just like me. I applied, and they offered me an interview. I had another graduate student cover the class I taught, and I arranged with my professors for notes for the classes I would miss, and off I flew. I had just broken up with a long-term girlfriend, and I was more than a little pissed off at the opposite sex, The prospect of finding a good job during times when people in my field weren't getting many cheered me up, but only a little. I knew that my department would allow me to delay finishing my degree for another year so that I could keep searching (while they payed me to teach undergraduates), but I hoped it wouldn't come to that. I had to fly most of the way across the country, and it took most of Tuesday. I had to stay until Saturday morning because the college hadn't been able to set up all the requisite interviews on the same day. I also had to pay my own travel expenses. I'm sure that's partly why John, one of my potential departmental colleagues, invited me to stay in his home in their guest room and eat several meals at their house. This certainly saved me the expense of three nights in a hotel as well as saving me the cost of most meals. I quickly accepted his invitation, even though I had never met John or his wife. I arrived after 5:00 Tuesday afternoon. John picked me up at the airport, and drove me to his home, located only a couple of blocks from the campus. His wife Laura greeted me at the door, and John mixed us some drinks. Laura declined, stating that she was nursing their six-month-old daughter Lacy, and she didn't want too much alcohol to reach the baby via her milk. I had noticed Laura's large breasts and slightly puffy look, and the recent baby explained everything. Actually, I thought she looked terrific, although a little big in the boobs. Well, that's what nursing often does to a woman! John explained my interview schedule. The next afternoon I would meet with the department, then meet with some of their student majors, then present a talk to everyone. On Thursday afternoon I would interview with the Dean and President, and then if I hadn't already had one, I'd get a tour of the campus. After staying overnight with John and Laura, Laura would take me to the airport to catch my afternoon flight back to the university where I was completing my degree. John and I talked about the department and the school for about an hour, then Laura called us to dinner. We shared portions of our life histories. I learned that John and Laura had been high-school sweethearts, and that they had gone steady beginning in tenth grade. They had gone to the same university and majored in the same subject. They did the same thing in graduate school. During their sophomore year they briefly dated others, but quickly got back together, got engaged, and were married when they graduated. They both had graduate degrees. John had been hired two years earlier, and they had decided it was time to start their family. It sounded like the American dream, but they were so much alike I wondered about them. Three times I heard the phrase "wonderful marriage" used by one or the other, and each time they would look at each other and smile. I gathered they knew each other extremely well, but had never gotten close to anyone else. I found it a little strange, but what the heck? It was their life. A few minutes later I heard a baby crying, and Laura brought Lacy out to show me. She was a pretty little girl, but she didn't want attention from anyone except Laura. Laura blushed and said that Lacy wanted to nurse. After covering her breasts with a thin towel, Laura discretely unfastened her clothing and I could hear - although not see - Lacy slurping away. It was all very . . . wonderful, just like their marriage.. Lacy feel asleep after about a half hour, and Laura carried her out of the room. She returned a few minutes later, smiling, her cheeks rosy. Motherhood made her really beautiful. Laura served us a late dessert, and we watched a couple of TV shows, talking during the commercials. I began to yawn. "I'm sorry but those flights really took it out of me!" I explained. "I'll be playing catch-up with my sleep for a week!" "We understand completely!" Laura said. "You can sleep in tomorrow morning as long as you like. I'll bang on your door if you're not up in time to get ready for your interviews." "I've got to go in every day by 7:30 and can't leave until 3:30 or so." John added. "Laura's stuck at home with Lacy, and I'm sure she'll enjoy having someone to talk to during the day. But you don't have to get up if you need to rest!" They were the perfect hosts - almost too perfect. Everything about them seemed to fit into choreographed little niches. My life just wasn't that stable, and I decided that I was feeling sorry for myself because of my recent breakup and that I was jealous of them because of their "wonderful marriage." They showed me to their study where I would sleep, gave me towels, pointed me to the bathroom in the hall, and we said good night. I stripped off my clothes, took a shower and cleaned my teeth, then fell quickly asleep before 9:30. WEDNESDAY I heard John moving around at about 6:30 the next morning. My room was too warm, and during the night I had kicked off the top sheet and blanket. I was sleeping nude, as I've always preferred. . It was about an hour later when I realized I needed to take a leak. I was lying on my back. My penis had its usual "time to take a morning piss" erection, and it was sticking straight up. I reached down and my balls were hanging loosely, so I knew I wasn't sexually aroused. But I was still a little sleepy, and I didn't feel like making the effort to put on some clothes in order to go to the bathroom. I dozed in and out of sleep for a few minutes. I awoke when I heard Laura close a door somewhere. A few seconds later I heard her coming down the hall toward the room I was in. Her gentle footsteps stopped outside my door. She tapped gently on the door. "Don, are you awake?" She whispered, just loudly enough that I would answer if I were awake, but quiet enough that she would not wake me. I felt like lying in bed a little longer, so I remained silent. I expected to hear her footsteps going away from the room, but there was complete silence. Then I heard a tiny metallic squeak from the door, and I looked in that direction. Laura was slowly turning the doorknob. I felt a moment of panic. Should I call out to her? Should I try to grab the sheet to cover myself? Before I could act, I saw the door slowly opening. Ah shit! "I'll just pretend to be sleeping, she'll see me, and since she will think I didn't know she had seen me naked, nobody will be hurt." I thought. I closed my eyes, barely able to see between my eyelashes through narrow slits. I was still lying on my back with my face turned slightly toward the door. I let my mouth fall open, and I began to breathe slowly. I caught a glimpse of one of her eyes, then the door opened wide enough that her entire face was framed between the door jamb and the open door. The hallway was much darker than the bedroom, and she was standing in a shadow, almost invisible. She was wearing some sort of light blue robe, held closed with a knotted belt at her waist. Laura just stood motionless in the half-open doorway, staring at me. I could sense that she was trying to decide if I were really asleep. I kept my focus on the knot in her belt so that she wouldn't detect any movement of my pupils through the tiny open slits of my eyes. I forced my breathing to be slow and long, almost snoring as I exhaled. I kept thinking, "Close the door! Close the damned door!" A couple of minutes passed, and still she stood there. Knowing she was looking at my body aroused me and I could feel my erection beginning to throb and move with my heartbeat. I felt my scrotum pulling my balls tighter. It was increasingly difficult to pretend to be asleep. Laura's eyes were big and dark, and she was standing motionless, staring at my penis. I saw a brief movement, and then her right hand slipped slowly under the top of her robe, partially opening it. She began to rub her breasts under the robe. She reached down and across, pulling the bottom of her robe open, and slid her hand between her thighs. There was now a gap of several inches where her robe failed to cover her body below the belt, and I could see her pubic hair as she rubbed between her legs. She opened her mouth and began to make audible gasping breaths. As she rubbed her breasts, the top of her robe gapped wider, and I could see most of her large breasts. Her nursing nipples were long and distended. Her robe opened even more as she continued rubbing her breasts and crotch. Her attention was obviously entirely on me and on her own stimulation. The knot in the belt gave way, and her robe fell completely open. Laura made no attempt to cover herself. The sight of this nearly naked, aroused woman less than six feet from me defeated my attempt to pretend I was sleeping. I could no longer control my breathing, and I opened my eyes, expecting to embarrass Laura when she realized I was awake. She was concentrating so intently on my erection that she didn't notice that I was aware of her presence. She was clearly finger-fucking herself with several fingers, and her gasps turned to grunts and drawn-out moans. She was so wet I could smell her. All at once she closed her eyes and jammed the knuckles of her right hand into her mouth. She began to rub her crotch more vigorously. Her body started to tremble, and I could hear her starting to scream, even though the sound was mostly muffled by her hand. Her movements caused the top of her robe to fall from her shoulders, ending tangled around her elbows, leaving her completely bare from the waist up. Laura closed her eyes and twisted herself back against the door jamb in the hall, no longer facing into the room. I could see spasms shaking her body, making her large breasts bounce. I heard her make a long moan against her fingers. "UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNH!" Her legs were shaking, and she slid down the wall, ending up in the hall sitting on the floor, with her back against the jamb. Her head slowly fell forward onto her breasts. She took her right hand out of her mouth and began to rub her breasts again. Her left hand remained in her crotch. She was taking fast, deep breaths. I quickly slipped out the bed and stepped into the hall through the open door. Laura had her eyes closed, and she began rolling her head in slow circles, from down on her breasts to upright to back on her breasts. I squatted down in front of her and I could hear her moans of post-orgasmic pleasure and I could hear her quick short breaths. The smell of her pussy was overwhelmingly powerful. I leaned forward and gently pulled her face to mine and kissed her on the lips. She immediately responded, kissed me, and said, "OH! John!" I continued kissing her, nibbling on her lips and probing her mouth with my tongue. Abruptly she realized that she was not kissing her husband. Her eyes popped open and she tried to jerk away from me, striking the back of her head solidly against the jamb. I saw her eyes roll up, then she fell limply to the rug, her torso in my room and the rest of her body in the hall. Laura lay on her back, her robe completely open and mostly off. I easily pulled her arms free from the sleeves, and she lay at my feet on the floor, completely naked. Her milk-swollen breasts were rising and falling, so I knew she was breathing steadily. I reached under her and picked her up, then stood up carrying her, one arm under her knees, and one under her shoulders. I felt wetness against my chest, and I realized it was her milk. I carried her to my bed and laid her on top of the sheet. I checked the back of her head, and I could feel a bump forming. Laura began to revive. I told her (probably pointlessly) that I was going to get some ice for her head. I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a bag of frozen peas from the freezer, and ran back to my room. Laura was just coming around. I gently lifted Laura's head and had her lie back against the frozen peas. She groaned. Her eyes remained closed, but she asked, "Do I need to go to the hospital? My head hurts!" "Shhh!" I said. "Let the ice stop the swelling. Keep talking. I want you to stay awake!" Laura's eyes flicked open, and she groaned and closed them again. "I have a terrible headache." She whispered. "I need to lie here for a few minutes." I stared at Laura's body. Her breasts were bulging with milk, and I could see that her nipples were really large. There were streaks of drying milk running down her front. She had some obvious stretch marks on her abdomen, and she still had a little pot belly from the pregnancy. She was lying with her knees about two feet apart, and I could see every feature of her vulva. Her pubic thatch was thick and black, but I could see that the hair around her vagina had probably been shaved for the delivery and had not yet grown back fully, My prick, which had lost its stiffness when Laura hit her head, popped up again. I resisted the overpowering temptation to bury either it or my face in her pussy. I got my washcloth soaked with cold water, and I laid it gently over her eyes and forehead. Laura thanked me. After about ten minutes, it was plain that she was going to be OK, so I leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. As before, she responded, then realized I wasn't John, and pulled the washcloth off her eyes. Laura propped herself up on her elbows, and finally realized that she was lying spread-eagled, naked on my bed, and that I was naked and standing next to her with a raging hard-on aimed at her face. "Oh no! This is so wrong! "She whispered. "So very wrong! We shouldn't be here like this!" "What's so wrong about it?" I asked. "I was just giving you first aid!" "In your bed . . . Naked . . . And what I did before . . . It's all wrong!" She had been grabbing for the other sheet, and when she didn't find it, she covered her breasts with one hand and covered her crotch with the other. "And what did you do before, Laura?" I taunted. "Did you enjoy it?" Laura opened her eyes wide open and stared at me. I saw her wince as her headache pounded. "You were awake!" She said. "You were watching me!" "Yes, I was!" I replied. "And it made me wonder why a happily-married woman would masturbate in front of a houseguest." "I didn't know you were awake!" Laura wailed. "And you just don't understand!" "What don't I understand? That you aren't getting enough at home? That you're so turned on that the sight of a man's penis can cause you to lose control?" Laura blushed. "It's not like that! I just . . . I felt . . . You don't understand!" I just looked at her for another few minutes, and Laura turned darker and darker red. Clearly she was feeling better. "How's the head? Can you sit up now?" I helped Laura sit up on the edge of the bed, and she said it didn't hurt so much. She kept the frozen peas clamped against the back of her head with one hand, and the other was futilely attempting to cover her breasts. She clamped her thighs together to hide her pussy. I helped her to her feet. "I need my robe!" She said. "Maybe later! I need to see your skin color to be certain you don't need medical attention." I lied. Would she buy it? "All right. Please help me walk to the baby's room." With one of Laura's arms around my waist, and with her other arm holding the frozen peas on her head, I wrapped my arms around her and we waddled together to the nursery at the end of the hall. I helped her get settled in an armchair next to the crib. "I really don't like the two of us being naked!" She said. She was obviously recovering, and was starting to assert herself. I stood close to her so that my throbbing erection was practically in her face. I waited. Finally she spoke. "Can't you cover up? You're scaring me!" "A few minutes ago you masturbated yourself to a powerful orgasm while staring at it. It wasn't scary then! What's wrong with it now?" "I made a mistake! I shouldn't have done that! I'm sorry! I'm a happily married woman and I shouldn't look at other men's penises!" "Why not?" I challenged. "What's wrong with mine?" "It's so much bigger . . ." Laura began, then blushed. "Bigger than John's?" Laura nodded, and blushed again. "And so thick!" I stared at her. When she met my eyes, I asked, "When you fantasized that my penis was in you, how did it feel?" "How did you . . . You arrogant monster! All I imagined was that I was holding it!" She clumsily lied. I pulled her hand from her breasts and placed it against my penis. "This is no fantasy! How does it feel?" Laura pulled her hand away, so I leaned closer and pressed my penis against her breasts. "Does it feel so different from John's?" Her face got extremely red. "I want you to leave! Now! I want you out of this house! You're no longer welcome here!" "I don't want to leave! I'm enjoying the view too much!" Laura sneered at me. "John will throw you out when he gets home! Wait until I tell him what a monster you are! They won't even interview you!" I stared at Laura's angry face until she averted her eyes. "Right, Laura. Let's begin by telling him how you masturbated while ogling my penis until you had such a hard orgasm you collapsed in the hall! Then let's tell him that we sat around naked for another hour before you told me to leave!" Laura's defiant face quickly fell apart, and she pulled her legs up onto the chair, wrapped her arms around her knees, and began to cry. "Please don't! You can't tell him that! He'd never understand! This is all my fault!" "I'm not sure I understand! You're acting like a schoolgirl who's never seen a naked man before, not like a married woman with a baby!" Laura just clutched herself and continued crying. She turned her face away from me. I sat down on the floor, and stared at her pussy, clearly visible the way she was sitting. "You have beautiful lips, Laura! I'd love to kiss them, particularly now that they're covered with your nectar!" Laura turned her face toward mine, looking puzzled. Then she saw where I was staring, and she blushed. "Nobody has ever . . . " And she stopped. "John hasn't ever kissed your pussy?" Laura started to cry again and didn't say anything. She moved her hand down to cover her pussy and turned her face away again. I pressed her hand so that it pushed against her clitoris and she jumped. I began to rub her leg from her knee toward her groin. Laura grabbed my hand. I immediately leaned forward and blew gently on her labia. She stiffened as if I had touched her with an ice cube. In a way I had, since her wet labia must have gotten chilled quickly when I blew. "You act like you haven't had sex for a month!" I said. Laura shook her head, and said, "You just don't know. You think you're so sexy and in charge! You just don't understand!" I could see the tears welling up in her eyes. When she again averted her eyes, I gently asked, "Doesn't John want to have sex with you, Laura?" Her whole body began to shake with violent sobs. When she settled back into simple crying, I probed further. "Laura, I know you want to have sex. I saw you. I smelled the aroused scent from your pussy. I can see your juices drying on your legs. You are desperate to have sex. What's going on?" Laura just sat in her chair, crying. Her arms were folded across her breasts. Her legs were pulled up. I could still see her pussy. I continued to stare at it, feeling my own arousal growing. Dangerous Guest: Trust Betrayed The baby's cry from the crib got both our attentions. Without covering herself, Laura got out of the chair and leaned into the crib. She picked Lacy up and changed her diaper on a nearby table. "I'd like you to leave so that I can nurse now. Please! This has gone on far too long!" I shook my head. "I want to watch! I think it's about as sexy as it gets, watching a naked woman nurse her child!" Laura started to argue, but her baby's cries triggered her maternal instincts, and she sat back down in the chair and the baby latched onto her right breast. I watched the little jaws moving, and soon I heard a wet slurping sound as she nursed. "I wasn't kidding, Laura. That's really sexy!" Laura's eyes were red and full of tears, but she wasn't crying anymore. I stood up and began to gently rub her shoulders with my hands. When I saw that she was looking at my penis again, I asked, "When did you and John last have sex?" Tears began to run down her face. She just shook her head. "Laura, seeing me naked turned you on. I can smell the fresh juice coming out of your pussy right now, so looking at me now is still turning you on. You're ready to have sex with any man who walks in the door! How long has it been?" "Four months." She admitted quietly. "We waited two months after the baby to be certain that I was healed, but then . . ." "What was the problem?" I asked. Tears were running down her face, down her breasts, and onto Lacy. Laura took a deep breath. In a loud whisper she said, "He told me I didn't feel the same! He said I was too loose! He kept going in and out of me over and over. It felt like an hour. He didn't ever climax. I made him stop because the pounding was starting to make me sore. Then he . . ." "What did he do, Laura?" She put her head down and said. "He said the baby had stretched me too much and that I couldn't give him the kind of sex he needs. Then he got up and . . ." I could tell where this was going. "He masturbated?" "Yes, damn you! He went into the bathroom and masturbated!" She said this so loudly that the baby broke off nursing and looked up at her. Laura talked gently to her little girl and switched her to the left breast. I watched as several drops of milk dripped out of her right nipple and ran down her breast. Laura had her eyes closed so I leaned in and began to suck on her right nipple. I got about a teaspoonful of milk in my mouth before Laura jerked in the chair and pushed me away. Her motion scared the baby, and Laura had to comfort her again for a few seconds. She looked angrily at me. I ran my milky tongue over my lips and smiled. Her anger turned to astonishment when she realized I liked the taste. I pointed to her right nipple and she looked down and we both watched a tiny stream of milk coming out, then slowly change to drips, then stop. I smacked my lips and Laura grinned, the first time I'd seen a happy look on her face since she climaxed. "Pervert!" She muttered, but she was still smiling. The baby began to fall asleep. She moved her mouth less and less, and finally stopped completely. Laura gently disengaged her daughter from her nipple, then placed her back in her crib, sound asleep. I came up behind Laura and touched her gently on her shoulders. "That's really beautiful." I whispered. Laura began to cry again, and I could feel her shuddering as she sobbed. She suddenly turned to face me and I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her hard against me. Her breasts felt wet against my chest. My penis got pressed between us, sticking straight up. Laura held onto me and sobbed. "John is so jealous of the baby!" She said. "He doesn't like me being so big, and he doesn't want to have sex with me!" We stood there with me cuddling her for another few minutes. I began to kiss the tears from her cheeks, and she didn't push me away. I kissed her on the lips, and she kissed me back. I pulled and sucked on her lips with mine and I gently pressed my tongue against her lips. She opened her mouth and we explored each other's mouths with our tongues. We kissed for several minutes. I could feel her nipples getting hard, and my penis was hard as a rock between us. Other than holding her I didn't touch her body, and I was extremely gentle with my kissing. Suddenly she pulled away from me. "NO! I can't do this just because I'm feeling excited! You shouldn't be here! We shouldn't be doing this! "Don't you feel sexy, Laura? Look at my penis! See that fluid coming out? There's some on your stomach. If you had rubbed against me, I would probably have ejaculated right up your front. That's how sexy you are to me!" She shook her head. "No, we can't do this! You took advantage of me! I'm not turned on!" I pointed between her legs. Laura frowned, then looked down. There was a smear of pussy juice glistening halfway to her knees. "If you're not turned on, you've got a bladder-control problem!" I joked. Laura tried to look angry, but then she giggled. "Let's get out of here before we wake the baby!" She said. She pushed past me and headed for the kitchen. I followed, watching her behind as she walked. "I love your perfume, Laura. What's it called again? Eau de pussee?" Laura gave me a dirty look and took a seat on the far side of the kitchen table. "Don't you have somewhere you have to go to?" She asked. I checked the time on the wall clock. "Yeah, I'm supposed to meet with the department around one. Guess I've got several hours to kill before I have to get ready. Got any ideas?" "Now look buster, this has really gone far enough! If you're planning to rape me, just do it and go away. But I don't like the feeling that you're playing some kind of sick game with me! And I don't like having us sit here naked!" I smiled at her. "I am playing a game, but it's not sick. You have a huge problem with your sex life, but I don't plan to rape you to fix it." "You conceited bastard! Do you think you can seduce me into voluntarily having sex with you?" I nodded. "Probably. You are already thinking about it, and this morning you clearly were dreaming about having my penis inside you as you got yourself off." "You don't know WHAT I was thinking about! You have no RIGHT to presume such a thing! Just because you caught me staring at your penis while I rubbed myself . . . " "Yeah, I know. It's a real leap to think that the glazed look on your face while you beat off had anything to do with me. Get real!" "I'll bet you think about all sorts of sick things when you do it!" She hissed. "Depends on what you call sick." I replied. "But you got off looking at me, which kind of makes me the object of your arousal. Want me to get off looking at you?" Laura's mouth fell open. She shook her head, then winced. "I've still got a little headache. I need some aspirin or something." She got up, pulled a bottle out of a cabinet, and swallowed a couple of pills with a glass of water. She stood there facing the sink. "Well, do you?" I repeated. Laura turned around. "If you need relief, go down the hall to the bathroom and do whatever you do. I don't want to see it." I stood about a foot from her until I saw her eyes glance down to my erection. "Has John ever beaten off in front of you, Laura?" "NO! That's really sick! We're married! Why would he do that?" "You tell me. According to you, that's how he's getting his jollies - wacking his wand in the bathroom. Or is he getting some real action somewhere else?" That set her off. Laura screamed and charged at me, pounding on me with both fists. Well, trying to at least. I stepped to the side, got behind her, and wrapped my arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides. I picked her up and carried her into the living room. She began to curse and kick at me, clearly trying to kick me in the balls. I put her feet back on the floor, let go with one hand, and slapped her hard on the butt. She shrieked, either in pain or fury or both. I picked her up again, this time without all the kicking. I dumped her on the sofa. "Lie down on your back and pull your knees up. I'm going to show you how much you turn me on!" Laura looked really scared, but she complied. "You didn't have to hit me!" She wailed. I spread her legs apart, and got on my knees between her feet. My penis was directly over her pussy, but a foot above it. I began to beat off. I stared at Laura's breasts, and watched her nipples get hard. I rubbed my penis. I looked down at her pussy, and smiled. Laura began to make funny little sounds in her throat. I stroked my penis and caressed my balls. The head of my penis got very dark. I could feel myself getting close. Laura was sweating, and I could smell fresh juice from her pussy. I reached down and took hold of her hands. "You rub me too, Laura! Please!" She reached up and gently began to touch my penis and balls. Ten seconds later I exploded. A long rope of cum landed between her breasts, reaching to her chin. The second and third bursts splattered onto her breasts. Then several squirts came about an inch out of my penis and began to drip down the shaft onto Laura's fingers. Laura held my penis as it became soft, cum now slowly running down her wrists as it leaked from my penis. There was a look of amazement on her face. And naked lust. I looked down, and her pussy was dripping onto the sofa. The smell of cum and fresh pussy juice hung in the air. As my breathing began to slow, I said, "Breathe through your nose, Laura! Pull the aroma deep inside!" Laura began to snort through her nose, and her nipples turned a deep red. Her face and body were covered with sweat. I reached down with two fingers and picked up some of my cum from her breasts. I sucked my fingers, then did it again. I wondered what I could get her to do, now that was so clearly aroused. So I asked, "Want to try it?" Laura hesitated, then slowly nodded. She was still gently squeezing my sticky penis. I leaned down and got some more cum on my fingers. I put them to her lips and she sucked them clean. Her nostrils twitched at first, and I knew it was the first time she had ever tasted cum. I did the same thing several more times. Her eyes sparkled. She was enjoying this. I decided to get her to experiment further. I pointed to her hands holding my genitals. "Why don't you lick your hands clean, Laura?" She let go of me with one hand and licked it clean, then took hold of me with that hand and cleaned the other hand. She put both hands back on my penis. There was a spot of cum just at the top of her pubic hair line. I leaned down and licked it clean. The aroma from her pussy was so arousing that my penis began to stiffen again. Laura felt it growing in her hands and she gasped. I leaned forward, pressing my penis and her hands against her abdomen, and I began to lick the cum from her breasts. As soon as I had a good mouthful, I leaned forward as far as I could and kissed her, sliding the cum into her mouth with my tongue. My knees were pressing against her thighs, and she spread her legs further apart. She groaned. I continued licking up and then sharing my cum by kissing her. Laura's kisses became more and more passionate. She was breathing in little grunts. When the cum was gone, I licked and kissed her breasts and nipples. Laura moved her hips, then I felt her legs wrapping around mine. She pulled my knees against her pussy. She released her grip on my penis and wrapped her arms around me and pulled me against her. My penis was facing up her body, with my balls in her pubic hair. I slid my hand between our bodies and slipped my fingers between her legs. I began to gently separate her labia, and Laura pulled me harder against her. Her legs began to tremble. Laura made quick little moans as she breathed. I slid two fingers into her rich, hot, warm vagina. Laura pressed against my hand, spreading herself even more. I moved my fingers in and out, slowly, then gradually faster. I touched her G-spot and she squeezed me hard with her arms. I moistened my thumb in her juices, and I began to move it in circles around her clitoris, gradually getting closer to it. My fingers were moving in and out fairly fast, and I was rubbing her G-spot each time. I felt her vagina begin to clamp down on my fingers, and I started sliding my thumb back and forth across her clitoris. I moved my fingers a little faster. I felt pulsing tremors in Laura's vagina. She clawed my back with her fingers and pulled with her legs against my thighs as if she were trying to get my legs inside her. She yelled, "OOOOOOH!" Then paused, then yelled again several times, probably seven or eight times together. I wasn't counting. I was looking at her face as it contorted in each orgasm. I suddenly felt moisture on my chest, and looked down. With each of her screams there was a stream of milk jetting about four inches out of each of her nipples. The flow of milk would stop as she came down, then resume as she screamed. My fingers were being squeezed by her pulsing vagina, and the pressure was hardest as the screamed. Laura was an incredibly erotic woman, very much in tune with her sexuality, although she had apparently repressed that side of herself until now. At some point in the middle of her orgasms I had ejaculated. I could feel a sticky pool of my cum between our bodies, just above her navel. Laura slowly came back down, and I gently removed my fingers from her vagina. Laura was watching me through half-closed eyes. I licked her juices from my fingers and smiled. I raised my eyebrows in a question, and she nodded. I reached down and got my fingers wet inside her. Then she licked and sucked my fingers. She had another, brief orgasm, and she pulled me against her, screaming "OOOOOH!" When Laura's breathing became more normal, I tongue-cleaned my cum from her stomach, again sharing it with her. I scooped up her juice, and we took turns licking it off my fingers. Her legs dangled over the sides of the narrow bed, leaving her vulva completely open. My thighs pressed against it as I leaned forward to kiss her. Laura was reveling in our post-orgasmic cuddling. Finally I just held her and kissed her. "There were clearly some things we did that were new for you. Tell me what you feel!" Laura let out a long breath. "I've never had an orgasm like that before! It felt like my whole body was going to fly apart!" She kissed me and hummed. "And?" "I've never seen a man masturbate before. And I've never held his penis while he did!" "Taste?" I prompted. "Of course I've never tasted semen or my own vagina before! Why didn't somebody tell me they both tasted so wonderful? I thought it was supposed to taste bad!" We kissed and cuddled some more, still tasting our juices in our mouths. "You saw me masturbate this morning." She said. "But nobody has ever used his fingers to do what you just did!" She kissed me hard. "Even though we didn't have intercourse, I know I've just been unfaithful to John." She said. "You know far more about what turns me on and what I really need and want than he does, and he's my husband." Tears began to well up on her eyes. "And I love him!" "Shhh! Don't cry!" I whispered. I licked up her tears. "You just need to teach him how to make love to you the way you want! Just take it slow, and he'll catch on!" I heard a clock chime, and I realized we had been making out for nearly two hours. "I've got to get cleaned up to go meet with the department!" I said. "I guess this means I don't get breakfast or lunch, right?" Laura laughed. We kissed again, and I raised myself off her. Her labia were still spread wide apart, her sex open to my view. As she sat up, I pointed to the couch. "While I'm gone, you may want to work on this big spot here where you dripped pussy juice, and these spots here where your milk ran out!" Laura blushed. "Go talk a shower and get out of here!" Then she laughed, a wonderful sound to hear after all her crying. I got cleaned up, and as I left through the front door, I stopped and kissed Laura. She was still naked, but she had a dishtowel wadded up and clutched between her thighs. She had just about finished with the wet spots on the sofa, and she was spraying an air deodorizer. I kissed her again. "One more thing. Remember where you sat down in the hall after you got off?" She nodded. "Well, the rug is pretty wet there, too! There's another spot in my bed, but you can leave that one so that I can smell it tonight!" Laura kissed me again, then stuck her tongue out at me and I ran out laughing. Everything went well that afternoon. I even managed to maintain eye contact when John asked me a couple of questions after my talk. The rental agent picked me up at the department just after 5:00, and she showed me three possibilities, all within walking distance of the campus. She reminded me of Mrs. Robinson from The Graduate, and I probably could have scored if I had made a pass at her. She certainly gave me a lot of hints, but I just stuck to business. She dropped me off at John and Laura's about 6:30, offering in a husky voice to show me more apartments the next day if I wanted to see something more intimate! I wondered if I were giving off some kind of sexual vibrations! Laura had been holding supper, and she immediately served it. Except for a slight flush to her face, she seemed to be exactly as she had been the evening before. We talked about the apartments I had seen and discussed their pros and cons. John asked, "Laura, didn't you make an awful lot of peas?" Laura blushed. The bag must have fallen out of the freezer 'cause the whole thing was thawed. I didn't want to waste them!" It was fortunate that John didn't look at me, because I felt my face getting hot as she continued to cover up our sexual activity. After we finished dinner, we moved into the living room. I could find no trace of our juices either by looking or smelling. Laura had clearly decided that John was not going to find out anything about our tryst. "Did you get enough sleep last night? And how did the apartment hunting go?" John asked. "I though I got enough sleep, but I'm still a little tired." I said. "I got in a little exercise, and that makes me feel better." I could see Laura looking at us from the kitchen, and her face turned bright red and she turned away. I might see some more apartments tomorrow, but a couple of the ones I saw today would work OK." John reminded me that I had interviews with the Dean and President the following afternoon, beginning at 1:30. "If you get up in time, and if her nursing schedule allows, maybe Laura can drive you around and show you some of the city and campus tomorrow morning." He said. Laura came out of the kitchen and joined us. "I'd be happy to do that!" And she smiled at me. "I have to go in early." John said. He spoke to Laura. "Can you be certain that he doesn't miss his appointments?" "I'll knock on his door and get him up in plenty of time!" Laura proclaimed. Her eyes sparkled, and she seemed to be very pleased with herself. I wondered if she would wake me as soon as John left. Had our interlude this morning been a one-time thing? Had she wisely decided to avoid more intimate contact with me? We watched TV and chatted until about 9:30, then we all went to bed. I didn't hear any activity from their bedroom, and I certainly would have because I could hear their bed squeak every time one of them rolled over. The house was silent by ten. The aroma from Laura's wet spot in my bed kept me turned on for a long time. I kept remembering the look on her face as she climaxed beneath me, and each time my heart would pound in my chest. I finally calmed down enough to drop off. THURSDAY I heard people moving around, and checked my watch. Six-thirty. I lay back down and waited to see what would happen. I must have fallen asleep. Laura suddenly jumped on me. She was wearing a black negligee. "Wake up! It's 7:30! We don't have all day!" What a change from the day before! Dangerous Guest: Trust Betrayed She grabbed my erect penis. "Do you always start the day with it like this?" she asked. "It's hard because I have to take a piss!" I replied. "I want to watch!" Laura exclaimed. I let her hold my penis while I drained my bladder. "Haven't you ever done this with John?" I asked. She shook her head, making her breasts bounce under the negligee. "No, I've never really held his penis at all. I wonder what he'll think when I do it!" As the urine continued to splash into the toilet, I tried to imagine having sex with a women for several years and never having had her play with my equipment. There must have been a strange look on my face, because Laura said, "You think I've missed a lot, don't you!" I crushed her against me. "After yesterday, what do you think?" She kissed me hard but didn't say anything. I asked, "I've got to take a shower. Care to join me?" Laura gave me another you've-got-to-be-kidding look and I climbed into the tub. As soon as I turned on the shower, she climbed in with me. "This is something else John and I have never done!" She said. I felt a little uncomfortable being a "practice toy" for Laura to experiment with so that she could have more pleasure with her husband, but what was I complaining about? That's exactly what I told her she should do! Besides, why not have fun with this wonderful and responsive woman? Why not teach her as many of the joys of sex as I could? Wouldn't we both have fun? What's the harm as long as nobody finds out? And it truly was a lot of fun introducing Laura to such a simple pleasure as sharing a shower. She yelped when I stuck a soapy finger up her ass, but she showed real promise when she stuck her finger up mine and learned how to gently massage my prostate. I was hard, and I began to grunt and moan until she pulled her finger out. Laura was grinning happily. She clearly liked being able to get me to the point where I almost lost control! She cooked me a fantastic breakfast. I was naked, and she wore in her black negligee. Her breasts played peek-a-boo behind the cloth, and the effect put iron into my penis. She was staring at the head of my penis, when I asked her, "Laura, what has you so fascinated?" She blushed. "I can see it get darker and more red when I wiggle my breasts like this!" She shook her shoulders from side to side, and my penis looked ready to explode. Laura giggled. This intelligent woman had apparently lived such a prudish life that she had never experimented with teasing men. As with nearly all women, she had a natural talent for it! But in Laura's case it had been suppressed - repressed? - most of her life. She experimented with other breast motions, then finally tried giving me crotch shots through her panties. They worked even better, and Laura grinned. We hadn't touched each other since the shower, but I could see a dark, wet spot spreading through the crotch of her panties. My penis remained at attention. I was about to suggest something involving more physical contact, when Lacy cried. "Her schedule is never the same from day to day!" Laura complained. "I keep hoping it will settle down! At least she sleeps through the night now." As Laura got up to attend to her daughter, I caught her by the wrist. I stood up and kissed her on the lips. Then I gently unfastened and removed the top of her negligee. Finally I pulled the sodden panty bottoms down, leaning in to sniff her pussy. Laura pulled my head so that my face was against her pubic hair. "I want . . ." She began. Lacy cried again, and Laura quickly ran down the hall. Women have that funny run, with their hips swiveling, that is so very feminine. It's even better when the woman is nude! I watched her until she went into Lacy's room, then I finished my orange juice and walked down there myself. Laura had changed Lacy and was just getting ready to nurse. As soon as Lacy closed her eyes, I began to kiss Laura's face. I moved lower, kissing her arms, then finally her legs. Laura was smiling with her eyes closed as Lacy slurped on her right nipple. I could see moisture between Laura's legs and I could smell her strong scent. When Laura switched Lacy to her left nipple, I began to kiss and caress her right breast, placing little kisses all over it. Finally I began to suck, and I felt Laura stiffen in the chair and begin to tremble. Milk streamed into my mouth, and I looked over and milk was running out of her little mouth and down her mother. I knew that Laura had experienced a mild orgasm from my nursing. When the milk stopped streaming into my mouth, I whispered, "Does nursing turn you on?" Laura blushed. "I didn't really know what it was before yesterday." She said. "Today I just let the feelings build and build and . . ." She trembled again and I could see tremors just under the skin on her abdomen. "Oh God! I can't believe how excited I feel! I sat between her legs and just looked at her. I gently rubbed the tops of her thighs. "That feels so nice." Laura said quietly. I kept rubbing. Lacy nursed for nearly a half-hour, then fell asleep. Laura laid her back in the crib, and headed out into the hall. I pulled her into my room. "Wouldn't you rather have me in my nightie?" She asked. "I've already unwrapped you once, and now I want to enjoy what you kept covered!" We were standing up facing each other. I was holding Laura by both her hands in front of her abdomen. Her face was flushed with excitement. "Are you going to . . . fuck me?" She asked. She said "fuck" as if were the first time she had ever used it. "Perhaps!" I answered. "Let's keep that option open! But first I want you to tell me all you know about oral sex." "Oh, that's really crude! Whores do that for their lowlife customers! That's just really something I don't think I . . we . . ." "So you've never done it - or had it done to you, right?" Laura nodded. The look on her face said that she wouldn't even consider doing something that filthy. "But yesterday you tasted my cum and your own pussy juices. Guess what! You've already begun to enjoy oral sex!" She blushed but didn't pull away and looked into my eyes for several seconds. Then she nodded. "Show me!" She said in a deep whisper. I lay back on the bed and had Laura kneel between my legs. I told her how to make love to my penis. She began with little-girl kisses on its head, but soon began to lick and suck and kiss me. I showed her how to play with my balls, how to tell when I was getting ready to cum, where my most sensitive places were, and how to tease me until I couldn't stand any more. Laura was an intelligent woman, and she learned quickly. She also had every woman's desire to control men with sex, and she soon had me gasping for relief. "If you do that to John tonight, he's going to fill you with so much cum you'll have triplets!" I moaned. I was right at the edge. Laura laughed while her mouth was still around my penis, and the vibration set me off. The first burst came so quickly it caught her by surprise and she flinched back, cum dripping from her mouth, but she quickly moved back and caught the rest on her tongue. She swallowed most of it, then threw herself across me and kissed me. I licked the cum from her chin and breasts, and we kissed and nuzzled together. Laura giggled. "I can't get pregnant no matter how much John puts in me!" She declared. "Nursing Lacy has prevented my periods from beginning again!" She kissed me hard, using a lot of cum-tasting tongue. Women are sometimes subtle about things like this, and they are often indirect. She had just informed me that we could have unprotected sex without fear of pregnancy. Which of us is seducing the other now, I wondered. "We don't have all day!" I told her. I picked her up and plopped her down on her back with her legs hanging over the end of the bed. I put my pillow under her head. I spread her legs apart, opening her pussy to me. Her hips were supported by the mattress, and her feet were on the floor. Her eyes were wide open, but excited, not frightened. I kissed her and said, "You just gave me a blow-job. When I kiss your pussy, do you know what it's called?" "Blow-job? But I was kissing and sucking, not blowing!" "Don't forget licking! But that's still what it's called. Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" Laura shook her head. Her eyes were really wide open now and sparkling with excitement. "Muff diving. Going down on you. Eating you out. Among other things." I said. Laura laughed so hard her feet came off the floor. "Muff diving!" she repeated and laughed again. I leaned down and kissed her labia, and she stopped laughing and loudly cried, "OH!" I had plenty of time to do it right, so I licked and kissed everywhere except her vulva. I did her feet, her calves, the backs of her knees, the insides of her thighs. I kissed her fresh, white episiotemy scar between her vagina and her anus and Laura let out a little gasp and a moan. Finally I began to pay attention to her pussy. The relatively short hair around her vaginal opening made things easy for me. I used a finger to spread her outer labia, and then licked and sucked on them. I could hear her moaning and the insides of her thighs were beginning to tremble. I licked from her anus to her clitoris, and she groaned. I used my thumbs to push the hood back from her clitoris, and I blew gently on her little button. "Oh God! Oh God! That feels so good!" She cried, and she lifted her legs from the floor and wrapped them around my upper body. I pushed my tongue inside her as far as I could. I began to move my index finger slowly in and out of her vagina. Her vagina began to clamp down on it. I kissed her clitoris and sucked gently on it and Laura thrust her pussy against my face and began to tremble in a strong orgasm. "God! OH! OOOOOOOOOH!" She screamed. Her pussy was wet and twitching. I could feel contractions on the finger I had inside her. I moved further in and found her little G-spot. I rubbed it, and she screamed again. Soon Laura got into that incredible zone where even a few touches can build to a climax. She had another loud orgasm every three or four minutes. No matter what I did, she got off. In spite of her limited experience, she was allowing herself to be completely relaxed, and the result was overwhelming passion and sexual response. Sweet, milky fluid was coming out of her. I lapped it up, but there was too much for me, seemingly coming from everywhere at once. .I remembered to look up her body, and each orgasm was accompanied by a geyser of milk from each breast. A pool of her milk had filled her navel and overflowed. I kept stimulating Laura until I could feel she was almost too tired to climax. I slowly decreased my pace, then stopped. I got up and looked down at her. Laura was lying with her legs wide apart at the base of my bed. Her arms hung down beside the bed. Her mouth was hanging open. Her breasts were heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes were half-open, watching me, staring at my erect penis. I could smell her milk and her pussy. Her vagina was making wet smacking sounds as it continued to open and close. She was mine to take. Laura rocked her hips so that her pussy was even more exposed. Her tongue ran around her lips. She wanted me to take her. She slowly reached up and took hold of my penis with both hands. Her arms were shaking. She began to pull my penis down toward her pussy. I felt an incredible heat in my penis and balls. I leaned forward and began to lower myself. The head of my penis touched the opening to her vagina. Laura hissed, "Yesss! I want you inside me!" I began to slowly enter her. Lacy began to cry. Laura had been holding her breath and she let it out all at once. "Oh no! God, not now!" She cried. I pulled back and stood up, and Laura moved into a sitting position. She stood up, but her legs were trembling and she quickly fell back down on the bed. Lacy cried again. I picked Laura up and carried her to the baby's room and placed her in the chair. Then I picked up Lacy and handed her to Laura. "If she needs to be changed, that's your department!" I said. "I've never done that!" Lacy's eyes kept looking at me as she began to latch onto Laura's breast. Laura smiled ruefully as she looked at my penis, and I looked down. The entire head was glistening with her juices. Then Lacy closed her little eyes and settled into the wet sucking. I leaned down and kissed Laura on the lips. "I'll go clean up. I probably shouldn't have your vaginal juices on my face when I talk to the Dean and President!" Laura giggled and smiled. She waved me away with one hand, then closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair. I just stood and stared at the two of them. I saw a naked woman, giving off an incredible aroma of arousal, sweaty and exhausted from making love for over an hour, nursing her baby. Could there ever be an image more erotic? I don't know how to express in words my feelings as I looked at them. I took another shower, and made myself presentable for my remaining interviews. I found a pad and pencil in the kitchen. I wrote Laura a brief note, being carful not to leave its impression on the pad below: "Laura. I think you need to change my bed and wash the sheets. If you don't the smell will arouse every man in the neighborhood and they'll be banging on your door." I looked in on Laura, and she had switched Lacy to her left breast. Both appeared to be sleeping. I looked at them for a few minutes. Then I left in plenty of time to get to my interviews. I had good exchanges with both the Dean and the President. As I shook hands with the President and left his office, John and two of his colleagues, one a woman, offered to give me a tour of the campus and the town. "Or did Laura already do that?" John asked. "No, Laura got busy with your baby, and I spent a lot of time in bed." I answered truthfully. "Let's see what this campus looks like!" We walked around the campus for over an hour. They pointed out the various buildings and landmarks. When we were done, I shook hands with John's colleagues, and then John took me for a short drive around the town. We got back to his house a little after five, and I was afraid that John might walk in and be overwhelmed by the odor of sex! I need not have worried. Laura was cooking in the kitchen, fully-dressed, looking wonderful. I could see that special just-fucked look on her face that women get when they've had a couple of good orgasms, but John obviously wasn't aware of it. Any woman who had seen Laura at that moment would have known! We could hear the dryer making noises in the laundry room right next to the kitchen. Before John could ask, Laura said, "Don's room got really hot, and I thought he'd appreciate clean sheets for his last night with us." John opened a couple of beers, and I covered my relief by quickly downing half a can. When John wasn't looking, Laura grinned at me and rolled her eyes. Dinner was delayed by Lacy nursing again, and this time she stayed awake for about an hour afterwards. John and I played with her on the floor. I'd never spent time with a baby before, and I was intrigued by the way she reacted to us. Lacy looked a lot like Laura. It was hard to imagine that little thing writhing in the throes of orgasm in a few short years! As Lacy crawled around, I had another uncomfortable thought. If she hadn't cried out when she did, I would have fucked her mother and made a complete total cuckold out of her father. What would happen if I got another chance? Would I fuck Laura and possibly change all three of their lives forever? Could I do that? We had a late dinner after Lacy conked out, and John opened a bottle of wine. Laura only had one glass, again saying that she didn't want to drug Lacy with alcohol in her milk. After his second glass, I could see that John was starting to become more aware of Laura's sensuality. He was looking at her more as a women than at any time since I had arrived. Did he sense something at a subconscious level? Was there a lingering scent in the air that alerted him to another male trying to mate with his wife? Or was the mild buzz of the alcohol affecting him? We hit the sack just after ten. My bed was clean and fresh, and I collapsed into it and slept as if I didn't have a care in the world. The next day I would head back to my world. FRIDAY I awoke to a sudden weight on my stomach. I opened my eyes, and all I saw was a naked Laura! She had straddled my waist, with her pussy smashed against my navel, and she leaned down and kissed me. I rubbed her breasts and she moaned. When she broke the kiss, I said, "Sit on my face!" Laura looked really puzzled, so I said it again. "Slide forward and sit with your pussy against my face!" Laura got a devilish look on her face, then quickly rose up off me. I slid down the bed and she slid up, ending up with her pussy right over my mouth. I began to blow on it, and I stuck my tongue out and barely touched her. She was already wet and aroused. Laura began to rub her pussy up and down my face. My nose spread her labia apart and my tongue went in and out of her as she moved. She was rocking her hips forward and back, humping my face. She came quickly, and her juice ran down my cheeks. I licked and kissed her, and she screamed as she had the day before. "OOOOOOOOOH!" She had several more orgasms as she pressed herself against my face. I reached up and felt the milk coming out of her nipples each time she screamed. What a way to tell if a woman is having a climax! That would be pretty darned hard to fake, even for a woman! After a while she sat back, breathing heavily. I suggested that maybe we ought to get up and have breakfast. "Not until I'm done with you!" Laura proclaimed, and she leaned back into me and began to move again. She finally climbed off me when I said I REALLY had to take a leak. She followed me into the bathroom and held my penis again. She amused herself by pointing the stream of urine around to different places in the bowl. Then she climbed into the shower and invited me to join her! We scrubbed each other. She paid particular attention to my penis. Her touching almost caused me to ejaculate, and she knew it! Her grin was that of every knowing woman who realizes how much she can control a man with sex! She already could control me, and two days before she had no idea how this was done. Before we ate, Laura gave me another incredible blow-job. "This is fun!" She said. "I wish I'd started doing this years ago!" I couldn't tell if she liked being in charge, the taste of my cum, or just the incredible intimacy. I didn't care! Laura fed me a quick breakfast. Then she took me by the hand and led me back into my bedroom. "I've already been unfaithful to John with you." She said. "I'm going to have to hide what I've done from him. I'm going to feel guilty about it for a long, long time. I might as well feel guilty because I've had a real affair. I want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me" She reached down and began to caress my penis. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her hard. We stood in the doorway to my room, kissing and caressing each other. I slid my hand down between her legs, and I could feel her getting wet. She moaned as we kissed, clearly signally me just how aroused she felt. I spread her legs apart by pushing with my feet, then crouched down and slid the shaft of my penis back and forth along her slit. My penis was soon coated with her slime. Her hips were beginning to rock forward and back, already starting the right motion, even though we were standing. I reached around her buttocks and hoisted Laura up my body. My wet penis stood straight up, and the head easily slipped into her. Laura rocked her hips, and with everything lined up, I lowered her onto my erection. I felt her vagina clamp hard on my penis as our crotches came together. Laura gasped, then kissed me hard. Dangerous Guest: Trust Betrayed Still holding her on her bottom, I carried her over to my bed, then laid her down with me on top, still inside her. I began to move slowly in and out of her. Her vagina was a little loose, but as she became aroused, it began to grip my penis more firmly. I moved faster, and when I could feel her getting close, I leaned down and sucked hard on her left nipple. Laura exploded into orgasm, flopping around on the bed and screaming "OOH!" over and over. Her milk spurted all over me. As soon as she calmed down, I started pumping again, and in just a few minutes she had another intense orgasm. Laura was so incredibly alive, so obviously female, so intensely erotic that I couldn't hold back for long. Each of her orgasms brought me closer to a pressure I couldn't resist, and finally as she was again bucking and screaming under me, I screamed and ejaculated into her. Laura wrapped her legs around me, squeezed her breasts against me with her arms, and shook and trembled with me. It felt as if I ejaculated continuously rather than in spurts. It took a long time for us to calm down. When we were finally able to talk, I moved down her and scooped up a mixture of my cum and her juices with both my hands. Then I licked her pussy, smearing our juices over my face. I moved back up and kissed her, then smeared our juices over her breasts and face. Then I licked and kissed her everywhere she was wet. The smells aroused her again, and I reached down and finger-fucked her to another bed-shaking orgasm. Then we lay still in each others arms. It was 11:15 when we made it back into the shower. We didn't finish until after Noon. We got dressed together, stopping for frequent kisses, and I loaded my suitcase into her car. Laura nursed Lacy for about a half-hour, then dressed Lacy to go into the car. I kissed Laura. "We can't kiss again at the airport, Laura. This will have to be our goodbye." Laura kissed me hard, then she broke away and put Lacy in her car seat next to her. I climbed into the back, and Laura began driving to the airport. "I think I'm going to be offered the job." I said. "But I'm not going to take it." Laura almost turned around in the seat to look at me. "Why? Isn't it exactly what you want?" I could her a catch in her voice and she began to cry. "It's because of me, isn't it!" she sobbed. "Yes." I answered. "And Lacy and John. If I move here, I won't be able to leave you alone. It'll destroy your marriage and your family. They'll never give me tenure, and I'll be gone in a year. None of us needs that." I could see Laura's shoulders shaking as she cried. She grabbed some tissues from her bag and wiped the tears from her face as she drove. "But John doesn't know how to . . . to . . . to . . . to do what you do to me! How will I be able to live with him, knowing I need more than he can give me? You've ALREADY ruined my marriage!" I was silent for a few moments. "Teach him, Laura. Talk to him. Show him how to give you pleasure. Show him how you can excite him. He loves you. Teach him how to make love to you. He's only known you. He's as inexperienced with women as you are with men. You now know new ways to enjoy your body and his. Teach them to John!" Now Laura was silent. "But won't he figure out that I've been having an affair?" "Laura, buy a sex book and read it with him! Then try out the stuff in it! You already know what works! Show him!" "But he said I was too loose for him!" She wailed. "You're bigger, and that's the difference. It'll never work with him!" "Laura, as soon as you got excited, your vagina clamped down on me. Each time it was stronger. As you teach him to arouse you, the muscles in your vagina will learn how to hold him tightly. I had one skinny finger in you, and you grabbed it so hard I had trouble pulling it out! Don't tell me he's that small!" "No, he's only a little smaller than you!" She said. Then after a pause, "We don't really have any choice, do we?" A few minutes later we arrived at the terminal. I got out with my suitcase. "I'll be fine from here. Thanks for the hospitality and the ride, Laura!" I said loudly for everyone within earshot. "And thank John for me again!" Then without moving my lips more than was necessary I whispered, "I'm starting to fall in love with you, Laura. If you didn't have Lacy, I'd run away with you and to hell with what anyone else said. John's a lucky, lucky man. Teach him to make love to you the way you deserve." Then I picked up my bag and walked into the terminal. When I hadn't heard her drive away, I looked back and Laura was fighting back her tears, looking at me. She mouthed, "I love you!" then finally began to drive away. I felt my stomach grow tight as I watched her car move slowly away. If it stopped, I was going to run out to it, jump in, and take her somewhere where we could make love. Fuck the consequences! I watched until her car drove out of sight. I went through security then sat waiting for almost an hour. Why are the best ones already taken? The image of Laura nursing Lacy the day before flashed in front of my eyes. I felt the tears welling up. I began to sniffle, and people looked at me. "Allergies or something." I muttered. The flights back were nightmares. I couldn't sleep, and I couldn't sit still. What made me decide to become a damned marriage and sex counselor? I knew the right thing was to keep away from Laura, but why did I feel so bad after deciding to do that? How did Laura feel? Could she ever be satisfied with John? Had I ruined a basically happy marriage by fucking Laura? Is that why I felt so bad? Guilt? Had I been thinking with my prick? Again? I unpacked my bag late Friday night when I got back. Right at the bottom I found an envelope with this written on it: "Don't forget me!" I felt my stomach grow tight again. I tore open the envelope, and found a sealed plastic bag containing the black bikini bottoms from Laura's negligee. My stomach was suddenly so tight that it hurt, and I bent over because of the pain. The panties seemed to be stuck to the plastic bag, so I unsealed it and I was immediately overwhelmed by the scent of Laura's pussy. I pulled the panties out of the bag. Laura had soaked them in her juices for me. I fell down and threw up, again and again, until nothing more came up. What the hell was my problem? Laura wasn't the love of my life! She was just a convenient piece of ass, right? I put the panties back in the bag and resealed it. Then I scrubbed every trace of Laura's pussy juice off my fingers. Tears were streaming down my face. I took the bag and envelope outside and threw both in the trash dumpster. When I returned to my room, Laura's smell lingered in the air. I lay on the floor, sobbing like a baby. That's where I woke up the next morning. On Monday I was offered the job and I turned it down. I told the department chairman that the position with them just didn't fit into my plans. He didn't understand, but wished me well. A year later I found a similar position, far away from John and Laura. I got married a year after that, and I have two children of my own. Life goes on and we gradually forget our mistakes. Sure we do. Over the intervening years I've often run into John at the meetings of our professional society. I learned from him that he and Laura now have three children. At the meetings last year, he told me that Laura had accompanied him, and he invited me to join them for dinner. I turned him down, and as soon as I was able to pack, I got to the airport and fled. I was afraid. I really didn't know what I would do if I saw Laura again.