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The Visiting Professor

By: j267



I stood at the exit from customs anxiously awaiting the arrival of my company's special guest that had just landed on a flight from Beijing through Tokyo. Professor Tze Yeung Lok was an expert; some considered him the leading expert, on Chinese herbs and natural compounds. It had taken the company, Apollo Pharmaceuticals, over a year to convince the Professor to travel to our headquarters to lecture and collaborate with the research team. Although at twenty-nine I was still very much a junior member of the team, I had been selected to play host, chauffeur and something of an interpreter as well. The reason for this was that I had minored in Mandarin at school and spent a year doing post-grad work in China. Thus, I was naturally deemed an expert on all things Chinese.

In front of me were two large sliding doors that periodically opened, allowing small groups to emerge, and giving the waiting crowd a peek into the arrivals corridors and the throng of passengers. Each time it opened, I looked up hopefully but it was almost twenty minutes before I spotted the Professor, recognizing him from pictures. I skirted the others gathered around the doors and met him just as he stepped from the cordoned area.

"Professor Lok?" I asked in a hopeful voice.

Without speaking he nodded his head and a big smile came to his face. We shook hands while I, in my best Mandarin, introduced myself then taking one of his bags I motioned in the direction of my car.

The first thing I noticed about the Professor was that the pictures did not capture the warmth and energy he showed in person. His bio had said he was fifty-one and the pictures indeed showed a mature man but in person he exuded a playful charm that softened his age. From my perspective, it was a good development since it looked like my job was going to be much easier. 

The Professor was mostly bald and appeared to be about 5' 9" tall. In addition, he was thin and wore wire rim glasses. His rumpled, loose fitting clothes were indicative of someone that had just completed a long journey.

"You must be quiet tired," I said in Mandarin as we left the parking garage.

"Please Jim. May we speak in English? I would like to improve my skill during this visit," he responded.

"Of course," I answered even though I had hoped for just the opposite. My words brought out once again his open, beaming smile.

The rest of the drive we chatted idly about a variety of things and when we arrived at his hotel, which would be his home for the next two months, I helped him check in then gave him a local cell phone that was preprogrammed with my number and told him to call me as soon as he felt like getting out. Purposefully, he had arrived on a Saturday, to allow for a day of rest, so we had a free day before he was expected at the facility.

"Did everything go okay?" my wife Stephanie asked when I got back. She was straightening the house while jazz music played in the background.

"Yes it did and he seems like a really good guy," I told her.

"Great. That will make things much easier," Steph replied reaffirming my view.

My wife Stephanie or Steph for short is the joy of my life. She is an amazing beauty standing 5'7" tall and weighing in at 126 pounds. Her frame, as you can imagine, is quite slender, with long, smooth legs and perfectly shaped B-Cup breasts. Her hair is jet black and she has large dark brown eyes that make me melt. To top it off, she has full succulent lips that are soft and perfect for kissing. The conventional view is that I punched way above my weight class when I landed her as in comparison I am quite average. I'm 5'11" and have a medium build with more or less average looks but I am in pretty good shape. In fact, the reason Steph and I got together was because of our love for activities. We met through a group that cycled on weekends and ended up training together for Sprint Triathlons.

That first meeting was five years ago when I was twenty-four and she was twenty-three and after dating for a year we got married. We continue to enjoy sports and outdoor activities and had put off starting a family although we both realized we needed to start soon. 

Like I mentioned above, I am a junior member of the research team for a drug company and have been in this role since graduating college. Steph works in commercial real estate having started in marketing but recently moved into leasing.

It was after lunch the next day when the phone rang and I saw that Professor Lok was calling.

"Hello Professor. I hope you rested well," I spoke in English per his request.

The Professor stumbled with his English but I was able to understand that he had indeed been able to get some sleep, despite the jet lag, and had enjoyed a late breakfast. For the last few hours, he said he been watching TV and waiting for a civilized time to phone. His description made me start to laugh, which made him as well. After chatting for a while, it was decided that I would pick him up and let him spend the afternoon with us in our home.

Both Steph and I prefer the urban life to suburbia so we had purchased a small three-bedroom bungalow in an eclectic neighborhood near the city center. It was a fabulous location for parks, the arts, dining and entertainment but meant that we didn't have the big yard and pool. It was a forty minute round trip to pick up the Professor and when we returned Steph met us at the door and I noticed by the expression in the Professor's eyes that he approved. Steph, always the good hostess, had prepared tea, which thrilled our guest and we sat in the small back yard and got to know each other.

It was a great afternoon. The Professor was charming and showed the same open mannerisms that he did at the airport. Steph and he got along quite well and maintained a lively conversation for the entire afternoon. Later, after I had dropped him back at the hotel, my wife agreed that he was indeed quite charming. We laughed thinking about how he would be able to manipulate the stiff researchers that were very set in their ways.

In fact, that was exactly what happened. Professor Lok made quite the splash at the facility and with his personality he soon was being hounded for social engagements with many of the senior staff. This went on for a couple weeks then, like most things, started to wane. Make no mistake, he was still in demand and considered quite interesting but dinners four to five nights a week had now become one or two.

The Professor seemed to be enjoying himself immensely with all the attention. Plus, while the senior staff might lack in social graces they were still very intelligent people and we could see that Professor Lok enjoyed this element.

During this time, Steph and I had only seen the Professor once for lunch and that was at his insistence. It had been on a Saturday and been relatively brief as he had an engagement later to attend. However, sensing that things had calmed socially, I asked him on a Thursday if he wanted to come over and watch a movie with us the following night. He immediately accepted with eagerness and we agreed we would leave straight from work the following day.

When we arrived, Steph was busy in the kitchen working on dinner. Having changed from her work attire into slacks and a sleeveless blouse, she was trying to put an oriental spin on the preparation, which was challenging, but she seemed to be having a good time with it. We had purchased several bottles of a decent California Chardonnay and Steph had already opened a bottle and poured a glass. I filled two glasses for the Professor and me and we retired to the living room and chatted while Steph finished. 

The dinner was excellent and it was easy to see from the reactions of our guest that he enjoyed it. I was happy to see that my wife and the Professor were interacting and even though the conversation at times was stilted it was apparent everyone was having a good time. We all helped with putting the dishes in the sink then moved again to the living room while we continued to sip on the wine. It had made a big impression on the Professor and I seemed to be in a continual state of refilling his glass.

"Thank you very much," Professor Lok said to my wife in deliberate English when we were all seated. 

"You are very welcome," Steph responded with an appreciative smile.

For the next hour, we chatted with jazz music playing in the background. It was my wife's first opportunity to spend any significant time with our guest and she pummeled him with sincere questions about China, his background and his family. Professor Lok appeared to be enjoying the discussion and would give slow rambling answers to her questions filled with detail along with philosophical thoughts that had her mesmerized. What he lacked in perfect English he made up with sincerity.

Steph had begun fidgeting on the couch and raising her arms over her head in a stretching motion. It wasn't anything new for me as she often felt stiff after a long day at work but I noticed that Professor Lok was watching with some interest. At first, he merely observed but after twenty minutes or so he asked her about her condition.

"Oh, it's just the result of a long week of work," my wife informed him.

"Perhaps you are working too hard," he suggested.

"Thank you! I am!" she replied with a quick glance at me.

"Would you like it fixed?" The Professor asked. His face showed nothing but seriousness.

"What do you mean?" my pretty wife asked.

With that, the Professor stood and motioned for me to rise as well then with his arms indicated to my wife that she should lay prone along the length of the couch. There was a quick questioning look at me but when I shrugged she followed his directions.

Her head was now inches from one armrest and her feet almost touching the other. The Professor, taking up position behind her head, snaked his hands under her skull and neck. His arms indicated he was performing a slow manipulation but the exact actions were hidden from view by her dark hair than was fanned out. Standing to one side, I watched his work and saw that Steph's body was beginning to relax. Five minutes later, he removed his hands and when he put a finger to his lips directing me to be quiet I realized that my wife was now asleep.

"What did you do?" I asked with wonder when we had quietly moved to the backyard.

"I told her body it was fine to relax," he giggled.

"Your fingers delivered the message?" I playfully replied.

"Yes," he responded with a big grin.

When he had finished his glass of wine, I drove him to the hotel and returned to find Steph still prone on the couch exactly as we had left her. She looked so completely relaxed and content that I took a shawl and draped it over her legs thinking it was best to just leave her alone.

The following morning, as the morning sun was filtering through the bedroom shades, movement in the bed that I soon learned was my wife, who had crawled beneath the sheets and was now fondling my dick, awakened me.

"Ummmm... that's how a man likes to wake up," I moaned as her mouth found me.

For the next several minutes, she sucked me and brought me to full arousal before climbing over my body and pulling my dick into her ready slit.

"Mmm... damn," she whined with her mouth now next to my ear.

"No shit Steph..." I answered while arching my back to meet her body.

"You left me all alone," she half-heartedly chastised me while undulating her hips.

"Sweetie, you looked so content I didn't want to bother you," I told her.

"My God I slept so deeply. It was amazing. I have never slept like that before. What happened?" she asked while continuing the ride.

"The Professor used his hands on your head and neck. Before I knew it you were out," I spoke between gasps caused by the wonderful feeling of her wet pussy.

"Mmm... I need him to do it again next time I'm stressed," she answered then leaned forward to kiss me. I took her ass in my hands while we kissed and pulled her into me hard. 

"Honey, I'm not going to last long," I warned.

"Okay wait," she answered jumping off quickly and pulling a condom from the nightstand. Steph wasn't on the pill because of the effect it had on her body so we practiced a combination of cycle following and condom use. It was difficult at times when we were excited or had too much to drink but so far we had avoided a pregnancy.

I lay back with my hands over my head while my wife rolled the sheath over my rigid cock then quickly she sat back on top of me. Soon, we were back in rhythm but now the latex acted to desensitized me and I could be more aggressive.

"Go Steph... do it," I encouraged while rolling her nipples between my fingers.

"Ohhh... mmm..." she moaned in response.

I began to thrust up against her hard, practically throwing her off me, and before long I saw the distant look come over her face that usually portended her climax. Sure enough, soon thereafter her body tensed and her movements became forced.

"Jim! Oh Jim. Ohhhh... mmm... Oh I love you... UGGHHHH... UHHH... UHHH," she cried as she released.

With that, she collapsed on my chest and I stroked her soft hair until she recovered.

"You're beautiful," I whispered to her.

"You owed me that. For leaving me alone," she replied in a faux pouty voice.

It was at least ten minutes later that she rolled off me and snuggled against my side. We often lay like this after making love and I really enjoyed the connection it brought. It wasn't long before I felt her hand on my dick tugging at the condom and when it was off she tossed it on the floor and lazily began stroking me. Steph was in no hurry and just seemed to be content to play. It felt so good that I surely wasn't going to complain but the result was that it was another ten minutes before I finally let go, covering my stomach and chest with semen.

"That was a big one," Steph giggled looking up at me.

"Long build up," I replied and started laughing too.

It wasn't until well after lunch that we finally got out of bed. During our lovemaking, I couldn't help but think that something in the technique the Professor had used had not only put my wife to sleep but also made her ready for sex.

It was exactly two weeks later when we had the professor over for dinner again. By now, the invitations from others in the company had definitely waned so I felt something of an obligation to keep him entertained, although I really didn't mind. I truly enjoyed his company as did Steph. 

The Professor and I came to our house straight from work arriving just before six. Steph's intent was to prepare a traditional Chinese dinner and she had spent some time researching recipes from his region and shopping at the Asian supermarkets.

He had brought with him a bag and from it he pulled a bottle of clear fluid that he said was liquor from his home province. After he explained that the liquor should be sipped, he asked if we had any small cups, which lead to an exploration of the cupboards and a decision to use two sake cups and one-shot glass.

Both Steph and I gasped loudly on our first sip as the strong liquor burned a path down our throats, which brought a giggle from the Professor. Even though the small vessels weren't empty, he refilled them to the brim and once again we sipped the contents. Being better prepared, we were able to down the liquor with less drama but it was clear that it was very strong stuff. 

Despite the strength of the liquor, the jovial nature of the Professor kept us drinking while Steph finished preparing the dinner so that by the time we sat down we were already quite buzzed.

"Professor, do you drink this every day in China?" my wife asked while sporting a silly grin.

"No... no... it is meant for special times," he answered.

"Special times?" she asked.

"Yes... with people you like," he followed with a bow.

"Well we are honored then," she replied and raised the small glass and sipped, which made the Professor's face explode in a smile.

The dinner was very good and even though far from authentic we could tell by how he ate that the Professor was appreciative. We had planned to have wine too but with the Chinese liquor we opted to abandon that idea.

When dinner was finished, Steph put the plates in the sink while I loaded a DVD we had selected. It was a comedy that amazingly had Chinese subtitles. As soon as Steph joined us, we sank into the couch with her in the middle and started the movie. Professor Lok continued to pour the liquor albeit at a slower pace and either its taste was growing on us or our senses were being destroyed because it was now going down much easier.

The Professor and I were still in our work clothes. For me, that meant khakis and a Polo shirt while for him it was his standard fare of loose fitting trousers and a long sleeve button shirt. Only Steph had been able to change and was wearing slacks and a sleeveless button shirt. 

Concentrating on the movie didn't last long as we were all getting hammered and the liquor was giving us a happy high. 

"Honey, come rub my feet they're sore," Steph said in a whiny voice less than twenty minutes after we sat down.

I dutifully pulled her bare feet into my lap and began rubbing on them while watching the movie. While doing so, I could see the Professor watching with some interest.

"Jim, you are doing it incorrectly," the Professor finally stated. The fact that his pronouncement was exceedingly bold for him and the way he said it made both Steph and I begin to laugh and quickly he was laughing with us.

"You take over then," I said pushing her feet towards him when the laughter died down.

I expected that he would politely decline so, even in my inebriated state, I was surprised when he not only accepted her feet but also moved onto the floor in front of her and took them into his hands.

He gently placed her left foot on the floor and took her right in both his hands. Then, with slow precision, he started exploring the sole of her foot as if he was searching for some hidden treasure. I had never thought that much about feet and certainly didn't find them particularly interesting but clearly the Professor did. I was watching him, wondering what he was trying to accomplish, when I heard the first sigh from my wife.

Steph's head was tilted back resting against the couch, her eyes were shut and her mouth was opened slightly. By her look, I could tell whatever he was doing felt very good. My eyes shifted back to the Professor and I could see his thumbs were concentrating on a spot just below the pads of her toes. He again started a searching motion and then seemed to find what he was looking for. Just as he pressed, Steph whimpered in response.

With focused attention, his fingers soon were causing more sounds to come from my wife until I noticed her body also begin to move. At first, I thought it was because what he was doing must have been uncomfortable but soon I realized it was her response to the pleasure she was feeling. Then it hit me and when it did I felt both naive and embarrassed. The Professor, through his touch, was turning on my wife.

Despite my emotions, something in me wouldn't stop it or look away. I watched her response build as he manipulated her foot and then suddenly he set it down and moved to the other. He followed the same process as before but now he had a much more excited woman. Her moans and whines were coming openly and without any apparent shame. After several minutes, she opened her eyes and looked at me and as we stared at each other I realized she had a hunger, a need in her that required attention.

"She is ready now," he declared while setting her foot down. I knew what he meant but it was so completely bizarre that I was at a loss about what to do. This 50ish foreigner had just worked my wife into a sexual frenzy. There was no question she needed attention but standing and taking her would acknowledge and validate the situation.


The Visiting Professor



Our eyes met again and in that moment I knew what I needed to do. Standing, I lifted Steph to her feet and without speaking we left the living room and the Professor. 

"Jim?" my wife tried to speak when we entered the bedroom but it was all she got out before my lips found hers.

We tore each other's clothes off and fell on the bed. Her deep breathes made her body heave and for some reason I had to reach between her legs. I knew what I would find. In fact, I would have been surprised to find otherwise. Still, it was shocking to discover that my beautiful wife had been made sodden, completely and utterly soaked, through the actions of our Chinese visitor.

Having confirmed my suspicions, any control within me vaporized and I rolled onto my wife and pushed my dick easily inside. Stephanie feels good all the time but this time she felt fantastic. For an instant, I wondered if it was just her body or if my mind had been warped by the manipulation I had watched take place. Fortunately, that thought passed and I concentrated on making love to her. She was very excited, as much as I could recall, and with each thrust her body moved seductively beneath me as her passionate sounds filled the room.

The door to the room was behind me and somehow without looking I knew the Professor was watching us. When I saw my wife glance in that direction then quickly look away, I knew my suspicions were correct. Surprisingly, rather than upset me, I found that it added to the strange but exciting situation and began thrusting into Steph harder.

"Ohhh... Jim. What are we doing," she spoke softly into my ear. 

"Shhh... don't worry," I replied. By now I was way too excited to deal with the Professor watching.

"Are you sure?" she asked in a whiny almost pleading voice but at the same time I felt her hips rolling and meeting my movements.

"Yes," was my simple response and I purposefully found her lips with mine and started a long, passionate kiss.

"Oh God do it," Steph panted when we finally broke.

"Do what baby?" I intentionally teased.

"Fuck your wife. Fuck me," she moaned. Steph rarely spoke those words and as a result, each time she did was a massive turn on. I started fucking her even harder and faster, which brought a new wave of sexual sounds from her.

It wasn't long before I knew she was on a path towards an orgasm so I concentrated on keeping my movements steady and consistent. Soon, I was rewarded with her cries of pleasure as her body began to spasm beneath me.

"Ohhh... Jim. Ohhh baby... mmm... mmm... ohhh..." she whined. My head was buried in her neck as I tried to hold off my release but looking up, just for a second, I caught her again looking towards the door. It sent me over the edge and with a quick move I pulled out of her just as my cock started sending jets of milky cum over her body.

I fell to her side and we lay there motionless and panting as we tried to catch our breath. I looked towards the door but there was no sign of the Professor so I surmised that he had gone back to the living room once the show was over.

"That was close," Steph finally spoke a minute or so later. She was referring to my ejaculation and the fact that I had barely been able to get my cock out of her before I exploded. 

"Sorry, you just felt too good," I responded.

"So did you," she answered. Then after a moment she said, "That was pretty weird."

"I know. Are you okay?" I asked.

"Maybe. I guess," she replied. The way she said it made me think it was intended to illicit from me a response of understanding.

"I'm sorry," I said dutifully, while pulling her body against me and giving her a firm hug.

"You better check on our guest," Steph replied and releasing her I climbed out of bed and pulled on my clothes beginning to wonder how I would face the Professor.

With a quick kiss to Steph, I walked the short distance to the living room and found the Professor was looking at a book and sipping more of the Chinese liquor.

"Perhaps it is time for me to go," he stated. His demeanor indicated to me that he felt somewhat uncomfortable by what had transpired. There was no question it had been a strange situation but, given his role, I was surprised at how he was now reacting. It made me wonder if the liquor affected him too.

I explained that it was best if we called a cab given how much we had to drink. He understood and agreed and so twenty minutes later I was shaking his hand at the front door as he left.

I returned to the bedroom and found that Steph was curled up under the blankets asleep. However, once I crawled in next to her and spooned against her backside I could tell she had woken.

"Are you awake?" I asked softly.

"Mmm... hmm," she replied very faintly.

"Well that certainly doesn't happen every day," I said jokingly, probing for her mood.

"No it doesn't. And now I'm very embarrassed," she answered.

"It's not that bad," I said still hoping I could reduce things.

"I guess that means you like having your wife seen naked in bed having sex," she replied and as she spoke she turned until she was facing me just inches away.

"He watched?" I asked even though I had suspected it.

"Yes, everything. And played with himself through his pants," she explained.

"And yet you had a nice orgasm," I answered. 

"Ass," she said while giving me a sharp jab in the ribs.

I started laughing and then moved on top of my wife only getting token resistance. As soon as I entered her we began to make love very slowly. Neither one of us reached a peak but we rocked together until I finally collapsed to her side and we fell asleep.

"You're going to have to take some lessons," Steph stated while I probed at her foot with my fingers trying to mimic what the Professor had done. It was Wednesday, five days since she had received the treatment from our Chinese friend, and several times I had attempted to get her worked up. 

"Nothing?" I asked with a hint of frustration.

"It's like you find the spot then it moves and you don't stay with it," she explained.

"Damn. I want to learn the trick. Think of the power I would have!" I said with a laugh.

"It would definitely be a nice if you did," Steph agreed.

"Should we invite the Professor over for another lesson?" I asked with a smile. 

The events of the previous weekend had left my wife feeling very vulnerable and she had asked that we skip having him over until she came to grips with her thoughts. I had noticed that the Professor had been acting a bit strange too so I agreed with her. 

"Not right now. Not yet," she answered. My question had been meant as a joke but she seemed to have taken it seriously.

Originally, I had thought that being seen naked in bed having sex was the issue she would have the hardest time dealing with. But, as we talked about it, it became clear that her biggest concern was the way she had so easily responded to another man's touch. Not just any man either but a mature man, many years her senior, who she had not been attracted to in any way. I tried to console her by saying that it was just her body responding and she shouldn't let it get in her head but she could only partly accept that view. We had discussed this in some form multiple times over the past few days and, by her body language, it looked like we were going to once more.

"Doesn't it bother you?" she asked. Her question was vague, maybe intentionally so, but I knew where she was going.

"No, it doesn't. It was surprising in some ways but I don't think it's worth dwelling on," I replied. 

"Surprised that your wife got hot?" she asked, now clearly fishing.

"Honey, we've discussed this. Yes, that surprised me. Hell I was surprised that there was even such a technique. But come on. It's over. And it was fun in some ways. You have to agree on that. Let's move on," I implored her.

"Are you sure? I mean I feel like I violated our marriage," she replied with tears welling in her eyes. Now it was clear what had been bothering her.

"Oh sweetheart. Don't be crazy. Don't think that way. We did it together. I was right there with you every step so don't think like that at all," I answered while moving next to her and pulling her into my arms.

"Are you sure?" she whimpered softly.

"Yes, I'm sure," I replied instantly while gently stroking the side of her beautiful face.

"I've been so worried. Like I let you down," she spoke while nuzzling her head against my chest.

"You didn't let me down. You've never let me down. Besides, I kind of liked seeing you get excited," I answered sincerely.

"Why?" she asked pushing away slightly and looking into my eyes.

"I don't know. It was different. A little wild. People need to let go and be crazy sometimes. Those are the things they remember," I explained.

"Kiss me," she demanded and I did what I was told holding her in a tight embrace while we explored each other's lips and mouth. When we finally broke, she gave me an impish look and said, "Now get back down there and figure out this foot thing."

Our discussion finally seemed to clear the air although over the next week there were several times I had to give her some reassurance. As the weekend approached, we discussed having the Professor over and agreed that we felt comfortable now with what had occurred. I spoke to him the following day at work and we agreed that the next Friday he would come over. He too seemed to have moved past the awkwardness and was pleased with the invitation.

On Friday morning, I was sitting at my workstation when the HR leader came by and asked me to drop by his office. Now, meeting with HR is rarely a good thing so it was with trepidation I followed him to his office where he closed the door behind us.

"Uhhh... Jim. We have something of an awkward situation that I need to discuss with you and I would ask that you keep this completely confidential," he began.

"Sure, okay," I replied nervously while fidgeting in my chair.

"You are easily the person that's closest to Professor Lok and well... there has been a situation... an allegation really that I need to..." he started to explain then stopped and looked at the floor for several seconds before continuing. "It seems that Andy Kwan and his wife Suzy had a problem with the Professor. Has anything happened out of the ordinary with you? I mean with you and your wife?"

My mind immediately jumped to the foot manipulation the Professor had performed and our subsequent sex. I fought to hold myself together and keep from blushing and quickly gauged how to respond before deciding I would play innocent.

"No sir. I think nothing. I mean I'm not sure what you're talking about but nothing out of the ordinary has occurred," I lied.

"I see well that's good to know," he responded.

"Can you be more specific?" I asked now gaining some courage.

The HR Director took a deep breath before speaking, "An allegation has been made that the Professor attempted to get Andy's wife to come to his hotel for sex."

Of course, I knew Andy and Suzy. They were about the same age as us and we often would end up together at functions. Suzy was a petite and very cute Asian woman who worked for a bank. Like us, they had not yet started a family. 

"I see. I mean wow that's strange. No, I don't know anything about that," I replied a bit too quickly.

"Your wife hasn't mentioned anything?" he asked.

"Nothing," I immediately responded but this time I felt myself blushing.

"Okay, well that's good to know. Please keep this to yourself. It's very awkward for everyone and we need to handle things delicately," he said then stood and guided me from his office.

That horny old bastard was my first thought as soon as I was alone in the hall. My mind immediately began thinking about what all he might have done or tried to do. He had been very popular, receiving many social requests, since he arrived. Having seen the foot thing with my wife there was no doubt in my mind that he had tried something with Suzy. However, I wondered what other women in the company he had hit on that, like my wife, weren't talking. I debated as to whether I should mention it to Steph but decided that it was better for the time being just to keep it to myself.

Friday afternoon turned out to be a disaster. I got called into a meeting late that kept me in the office until well past five, which was just as well because as soon as I got free there was a message from my wife explaining that her car had a flat. 

The Professor and I beat my wife home and I poured him a glass of the white wine he liked and we chatted in the small kitchen about work and China until Steph arrived thirty minutes later.

"What a day!" she exclaimed as soon as she stepped inside. The look on her face made both of us laugh and she soon joined in.

"I'm sorry sweetie," I said and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Go get the bags out of the car," she directed shoving me towards the back door.

When I returned, she was already working on dinner. Having shed her shoes, she was still in her stylish, dark pencil skirt and a long sleeve white blouse while bustling about. Amazingly, with only slight help from me, she quickly put together a very nice dinner. We consumed it quickly and even though I offered to clean while she relaxed she shooed us out. Finally, twenty minutes later she joined us in the living room carrying a freshly opened bottle of wine.

"Your dinner was very nice. Thank you," the Professor said in his heavy accent. What came through clearly, as always, was his sincerity, which pleased my wife greatly.

"You're very welcome," she answered with a smile and a slight nod.

Steph had taken a place between us on the couch and it wasn't long before we were engaged in a lively discussion. With the problems she had encountered, she hadn't had time to grab a movie so we were left with old-fashioned conversation. Fortunately, Steph loved to ask him questions about China, particularly his home province and his work, which the Professor always seemed happy to answer. As far as I could tell, there were no lingering uncomfortable feelings from anyone concerning his last visit.

After almost an hour of banter and drinking, a lull occurred in the conversation. After a period of silence, Professor Lok leaned forward, looked at me and then spoke.

"Your wife is very beautiful," he said with a serious expression as if he was stating a scientific principal.

Steph looked at me quickly then down between her feet and then back at me again before I answered, "Yes, she is."

"Okay, okay. Let's change the subject," she quickly interjected.

"Why? It's true," I answered. My response brought soft chuckles from Professor Lok.

"Stop it. You're embarrassing me," my wife spoke with a hint of concern in her voice.

"It is quite true," Professor Lok added in his stilted English.

"Okay, Professor tell me about growing up in China and your family," my wife asked trying hard to redirect the conversation.

The Professor did in fact, recognizing her discomfort, engage in a conversation where he described his upbringing and answered the follow on questions she asked. I found it all very cute and also amazing as it was the Professor who had created the awkward moment but now was reaping the attention of Steph. I let them converse for a while before I decided to interject with a question I knew would cause my wife some angst.

"Professor, why do you find my wife beautiful?" I asked.

"Jim!" Steph quickly exclaimed but I purposefully looked past her and made eye contact with him.

"Ahhh... a very good question. She has a very pleasing disposition, is quite attractive and I can tell her soul is very caring, very loving and wise. A wonderful combination that makes her beautiful," he said in a slow deliberate cadence. He was able to say it without stumbling or searching for his words, which was uncommon for him. I sensed that Steph was mesmerized by his description as she just stared at him without speaking.

"I think you are entirely correct," I responded after a few seconds. Just long enough for the message to sink in.

She looked at me with her big brown doe eyes and I knew that his words had completely captivated her. He could have probably asked for anything at that moment and had his way. Instead, we all sat in silence with the seconds turning into minutes before I finally spoke.

"So, Professor. Can you show me how to do the foot massage?" I asked trying not to laugh.

Before I spoke, I knew what Steph's reaction would be so I wasn't surprised when I felt her punch me in the shoulder.

"You jerk. Y'all were being so wonderful and you ruined it," she chastised me.

"Ahhh... that is an interesting technique to know," he spoke, which brought our attention to him.

"Can you teach me?" I asked still trying to tease Steph.

"Yes, teach him please. He needs to learn things," she offered to my detriment.

Steph's words actually caused me to bristle a bit and I responded, "Let's go. I'm ready."

I moved where I was kneeling in front of her ready to start. The Professor looked at me awkwardly at first but after a brief hesitation he joined me. I was trying to avoid eye contact with my wife but it wasn't long before I couldn't help it and looked up. The best way to describe her look was comical annoyance, which I took to mean I was free to go ahead but she wasn't expecting much.

The Professor lifted my wife's left foot into his hands gently and then taking her heel into his left hand placed his thumb against the bottom of her foot and pressed. At first, he seemed to be searching and Steph showed no reaction. However, moments later he apparently found what he was looking for because my wife made a noticeable response.

"Take her foot in your hand like this. Search for the magical spot. Find it but don't attack it," the Professor coached me in a quite serious tone. I did as instructed searching for something that would indicate I was on the right track. 

"What am I looking for?" I asked as I probed.

"A feeling. You will feel it in your fingers," he explained.

I searched for several minutes feeling increasingly stupid and futile but suddenly I came across something and just as he had described a feeling shot through my thumb into my own body. At the same instant, I noticed Steph squirm slightly.

"Yes, you are close. Now very gently you must maintain contact with the feeling," he told me.

Suddenly, I was serious and focused on his words and trying to use all my senses to keep a connection with the feeling her foot was providing. It was difficult and to do it I found I needed to block out all external influences and all thought. In moments I would be connected and then it would disappear then reappear once more. It was like learning to ride a bicycle and after probably twenty minutes or so I was able to maintain some minimal connectivity.

"Yes, you are doing well," the Professor told me. His words were encouraging but it was when I looked up and saw Steph pleading with her eyes that I felt empowered. Her look let me know I was doing something right.

"I'm getting tired," I told him. It was true. The required concentration was beginning to drain my strength.

"Rest then," he replied. The Professor had been merely holding her foot while he let me take the lead in eliciting a response. 

Now he set her foot on the floor as I did and we sat back and looked at Steph. I could tell she had been a bit aroused from my machinations but was still firmly in control of herself and she stared back at us with a smile.

"Know any other tricks?" I asked Professor Lok with a laugh.

"Many," he responded. His face was calm but in his eyes I could see a fire.

"Like what?" I asked.

"These are more aggressive. They are meant only for a couple," he explained.

"Then how do you learn?" I asked.




The Visiting Professor



"Ha! It is best if a husband first learns with a... a... concubine and then performs on his wife," he said. It was one of the rare occasions I had found him nervous about speaking.

"Don't even think about it," Steph spoke up, which made us both laugh.

"What do you mean by aggressive?" I asked not willing to let the conversation die.

"The women must be undressed," he said in a very matter-of-fact way.

"Undressed meaning completely naked?" I asked to clarify.

"Yes, it is required," he replied.

"Steph, time to get naked," I announced. My words surprised even me. The words came out pointed and demanding, completely out of character to our normal respectful and loving relationship.

"Are you mad?" she responded.

"Sorry, I got carried away," I instantly answered. 

While my wife was rebuking me, I noticed that Professor Lok had taken her foot in his hands again. Her scowl was almost immediately replaced with a softer look. I knew what he was trying to do and in that moment I realized I had a decision to make. The thought of Steph responding so completely last time combined with the liquor propelled me forward. There was something else too. Something about my knowledge of his attempts to seduce Suzy and who knows who else acted as an erotic stimulant. Feeling devilish, I decided to see where things might go.

I let the Professor spend several minutes touching her foot before I spoke, "Steph, you look so beautiful."

From her heavy eyes, I could tell she was already becoming lost. With labored breath she spoke, "Jim, what are you doing? Is this what you want?"

I took her hand in mine and kissed it giving her my answer. Then, slowly I guided her onto her back while the Professor never released his contact. For the next several minutes, I let him excite her while I kissed her full lips and long neck. Slowly, I began to release the buttons on her blouse until the only one holding it together was beneath the waist of her skirt.

Her sensual movements in response to his touch allowed her blouse to open revealing her sheer white bra and the soft swell of her breasts. Now, I tugged at the bottom of the shirt exposing the last button and with a quick move it was undone. 

"Raise your arms," I whispered to her and when she did I pulled the shirt free.

Quickly afraid that she would change her mind, I pushed my hand beneath her and undid the clasp of her bra and then pulled the garment free. Now her luscious breasts with their smooth perfect skin and tiny nipples were on display to both the Professor and me. I expected to find him gazing and drooling at the view but he was maintaining his deliberate, almost stern demeanor, as he slowly manipulated her foot.

I thought about locking my mouth onto her nipple and suckling on her breast but I was driven by the idea of her nudity in front of the Professor so I ignored the thought and moved to her skirt. Expecting at any moment to be stopped, I found her zipper and tried to silently work it down. When it was at the bottom of its run, my mouth became dry as I contemplated pulling her skirt over her tight ass and lovely thighs. Finally, with a deep breath I began tugging and was surprised when Steph raised her butt letting me pull it down and off her long legs.

The Professor was required to forego his touch for a moment while her skirt was removed but he quickly regained contact. It seemed that he knew that the feeling he was delivering to her was the key to her submission. Unlike before when he showed indifference to her exposed breasts, his eyes were now locked onto the small thong strip that barely covered her mound. 

"I'm going to take it off," I whispered to my wife. For some reason, I now felt I needed permission to remove the last item that stood between her and total nudity.

She didn't respond to my words and I waited for almost half a minute before I took the straps that crossed her hips into my hands and slowly pulled, dragging the sexy thong down her legs, until I quickly took it over her feet. My precious wife was now completely nude and partly aroused in front of Professor Lok and me.

"What now?" I whispered to the Professor breaking his stare at her glistening pussy.

He smiled at me and let go her foot then positioned himself alongside the couch halfway up her body. With his hands, he positioned her body so she was stretched out. Like before, I tensed at the expectation she would suddenly want to stop everything but she followed his direction without protest.

"I am going to touch you. Let your body and mind relax. You will receive much pleasure," he said to her in an almost casual way.

He placed his hand on her tummy and for an instant she tensed but soon relaxed. As soon as she did, he let his hand drift down until it was just above her pussy. Then, with two fingers acting like pincers, he pressed her labia together. His fingers moved about some as if searching for just the right spot then stopped. With his other hand, he began tapping at the pressed flesh in a fast staccato rhythm. 

It was a light beat but certainly something she could feel however she showed no response to his machinations. It must have gone on for several minutes with no response from her but just when I wondered what he was up to I heard a soft cry, almost a squeak, come from her lips. 

It was just the beginning and before long she was openly moaning and whimpering. I could see his tapping was becoming more forceful and as it did her legs, which had been flat on the couch, started to lift with her knees moving towards her chest giving us a spectacular view of her dripping hole.

"Take her nipples," the Professor instructed. They were the first words he had spoken in some time. I did as he said and began rolling them between my fingers while he kept up his assault.

"Ohhh God... Oh my God... ohhhh... ohhh... ohhh..." Steph panted out as her head tossed back and forth. She was completely aroused and rapidly losing control. I knew we would witness a complete release from her very soon.

Over the next couple minutes, while the Professor's movements never varied I watched as her sounds became louder turning almost into pleas while her hands alternated between covering her mouth and eyes. Her body was undulating and I could feel her pushing her breasts harder against my hands. It was becoming almost animalistic and just when I wondered where it was going, it happened.

"OH MY GOD... OH FUCK... FUCK... DO IT... OH SHIT..." she screamed as her body writhed and jerked.

"Hard now," the Professor said looking at me while he continued his taps.

Instinctively, I knew what he meant and I squeezed her nipples hard between my fingers.

"AHHH... AYYYEEEEE... FUCK..." she screamed again and I watched her tummy convulse and then it happened. With her knees practically touching her breasts, suddenly a squirt of fluid escaped her pussy and landed a foot away on the couch. Then her body tensed in an inhuman way, and I saw her eyes roll back just as another squirt shot out.

I had heard of women squirting but Steph had never done so and it was so wildly erotic that I stood there in a gaping stare until I realized that the Professor had stopped and my wife was now a whimpering, shivering mess. It had been an immense orgasm. More complete than I had ever imagined a woman could experience but it left me at something of a loss as to what to do next. It was only when I heard her begin to cry that I leaned over, took her shoulders and pulled her against me.

"It's okay Steph," I whispered and for the next few minutes I listened to her gentle sobs.

Slowly, her crying dissipated but, instead of becoming quiet, her sounds morphed into soft mews and sighs. Her arm wrapped around my neck and pulled me closer so that we began kissing in a slow, passionate way. This went on for several minutes but when we broke another sound, a wet, smacking noise, filled my ears. Confused, I turned to find the source and saw that the Professor had his head between my wife's legs and was feasting on her pussy with abandon.

With his hands, he had opened her legs lewdly and his face was pressed tightly against her slit where his tongue was obviously creating the sounds. I looked down at Steph and she stared back with excitement and lust. Then, she pulled my head down and we started kissing again.

"Fuck me," she whispered to me when the kiss ended.

"Now?" I answered stupidly.

"Yes, now. Please," she begged as her hand went to my shirt and fumbled with the top button.

That was enough to deliver the message and I stood and quickly disrobed. I put my hand on the Professor's shoulder and with a tug pulled him away from her opening that I could now see had been made engorged and soaked from his attention. As soon as my knees hit the couch, Steph spread her legs wider and I moved forward and penetrated her hole.

"Ohhh... Jim do it," she whined.

I had never felt her so wet and her pussy was much warmer than normal. I pushed in deep until our bodies were pressed hard together then retracted and slammed back inside drawing deep moans and gasps.

"Damn Steph," was all I could think of to say in response to the amazing feeling.

Her response was to wrap her legs around me and put her hands on my ass pulling me into her while I started a rapid movement. My fast movement caused a wet, slippery sound to emanate from her pussy, which further fueled my arousal. I wanted to make it last and enjoy the feeling but in just a short time I could feel my ball sack tightening and the feelings in my groin beginning to spread. Hoping to let it pass, I slowed but Steph whined into my ear and used her hands to try to get me to move faster. When I did, I knew it wouldn't be long.

"Oh SHIT... DAMMIT!" I yelled out pulling my dick from her at the last moment and letting my semen jet across her body and the couch.

As soon as I left her opening, her hands flew to her clit and began rapidly rubbing. In all our dating and marriage, I had never seen her do this so I stopped dumbfounded on my knees and watched. She was a sodden, whimpering mess with her knees up and her eyes tightly closed while she attended to her needs with utter determination. 

Seeking a more comfortable position, I moved to her side kneeling next to the couch. Just as I got in place, I suddenly was aware of movement and realized that the Professor, now completely naked, was moving between my wife's legs. In my lust to take Steph, I had forgotten about our guest but he must have taken the opportunity to strip thinking he was going to get a turn.

"Hey," I said stupidly. The idea of him fucking Steph was so strange that it took a moment for it to register and in the hesitation he mounted her, sweeping her hands aside in the process.

"Huh..." came the surprised call from my wife immediately followed by a loud "Uhhh..."

Her cry coupled with his back arching told the story that he was buried inside Steph's pussy.

"Professor... hey get off her," I called out but got no response. Instead, I witnessed his thin, hairless body begin to move very fast.

My hand found his shoulder and I was just about to forcibly pull him off when I heard my wife emit a high-pitched squeal. There was no question it was a cry of excitement and pleasure. Once again, I was frozen as I tried to process what I was seeing and hearing. I was just about to resume my efforts to get him off her when I saw my wife's legs wrap around his narrow waist.

"It's so hot!" Steph suddenly cried out.

"What Steph?" I asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Uhhh... his... uhhh... his dick," she grunted.

The Professor fucked my wife right in front of me on our living room sofa with her legs wrapped around him and her arms clawing at his back as she wailed in excitement. He brought her to another orgasm and never slowed as it crushed her. Only when she had become limp and unresponsive did he pull his dick from her and stand. My wife seemed too exhausted to close her legs and looking at her pussy I could see it wet and open with her lips swollen from the combined efforts of two men. 

The Professor had immediately begun to put on his clothes but I got a good look at his cock and saw that it was uncircumcised and long, but thin. It was still very hard and pointed almost straight up like a teenager's. In addition, it was glistening with the fluids of my wife. We made eye contact and held it for several seconds then he went back to putting on his clothes.

I reached for my wife and very gently tried to lift her to her feet so that I could put her in bed. But, I found that she was completely out of it. I practically carried her the short distance to the bedroom and, after putting her down and covering her, I returned to the living room to find the Professor standing fully clothed.

"She received great pleasure," he stated as if that made his fucking her okay.

"Let me call a cab," I replied. My emotions were way too high to try and discuss what had occurred.

The cab seemed to take forever even though it was only fifteen minutes and we spent that entire time in silence. With a nod, he left and I spent the next ten minutes cleaning my wife's juices from our couch. 

"Steph," I whispered when I joined her in bed. Unfortunately, she was completely out of it and didn't respond. 

I was sipping coffee in the kitchen the next morning when my wife came in wearing a T-shirt looking mortified. I knew she was trying to feel me out for a reaction, but during the night I had decided that there should be no blame, so I went to her and put my arm around her waist.

"Good morning," I said trying to be upbeat.

"We're sick," she replied as her face registered disgust.

"Let's not go there..." I started to reply but she instantly cut me off.

"Not go there? How can we not go there? Some Chinaman fucked me last night while you watched! And that was after he got me off and watched you fuck me! I feel like a complete slut," she said in a loud, cracking voice. Besides the tone of her voice, her selection of words let me know she was very upset.

I had hoped, apparently naively, that we could avoid an emotional confrontation and now I was at a loss on what to do or say next. With my silence, she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and retreated back to the bedroom. I understood her anger. As her husband, she had a natural expectation that I would protect her even from herself and clearly, in her mind, I had failed. 

I decided to give her some space so I went outside and began piddling in the small yard and then returned an hour or so later to watch TV. Two hours later she had still not come out so with trepidation I walked to the bedroom to check on her.

"Steph?" I asked softly when I found the room dark.

"Go away. I don't want to talk," she answered. I could tell from the sound of her voice that she was fully awake.

"Come on Steph?" I pleaded.

"Fuck off Jim," she replied. It came out in a deliberately ugly way and instantly I lost control.

"Fuck you Steph. Don't act so damn high and mighty. You're the one that came like a women possessed! Hell you squirted all over the damn couch! You didn't have to spread your legs for him but you sure as hell looked like you liked it!" I yelled then slammed the door behind me before she could answer.

Five minutes later, after cooling down, I realized I was screwed. She was right about me letting it happen, at least partially, and now I had just rubbed her nose in it in a very mean way. I was just about to try and apologize when I heard the door to the garage open then slam shut. By the time I got outside, she had her car started and was backing out, completely ignoring me standing by the driveway.

I called her cell phone several times but she refused to answer and it wasn't until almost ten that night that I heard her pulling into the driveway. As soon as she stepped into the house, I could tell she had been drinking and I thought about admonishing her but decided to let it go.

"Are you okay?" I asked from my seat on the sofa while I lowered the TV volume with the remote.

"No, not really," she answered and took a seat in a chair.

"I'm sorry I let you down," I told her just wanting it over. 

Steph looked at me for a long time and I could she was trying to pick her words before she finally answered, "I don't think you are. I think you liked it."

It's amazing how one feels when they are boldly confronted with a surprising truth. In this case, a truth that was profound in its meaning and effect. In that instant, I knew she was right. I had enjoyed it. Particularly, I enjoyed seeing my normally reserved and conservative wife become a needy tramp seeking sexual release. As my mind recalled the events, I felt my dick stir and I prayed Steph couldn't tell. 

"I think you are upset," I said, attempting to be politely dismissive.

I saw her face flush bright red and I prepared for the worst but she took a deep breath and calmly said, "Yes, I am but you are not being honest."

"Come over here," I said and patted the spot next to me. Steph stayed still for several seconds then slowly moved and sat stiffly at my side. I took her hand in mine and turned to kiss her, which she accepted, but it was an emotionless connection.

"I want you to admit it," she demanded.

"Admit what?" I replied.

With another deep breath she said, "I want you to admit you got turned on by what happened last night. That you didn't want to stop it. That you wanted it to continue."

"Honey, you didn't have to spend all day away for that question. Yes, I enjoyed it. At least some. Some of it was... uhh... awkward," I replied. I don't think she was expecting my acquiescence so quickly because she nervously looked at the floor and then me.

"So, you're okay with your wife having sex with another man?" she asked with a strange look.

"Look... look Steph. It happened. Don't over think it. It was very different. Very. And yes I enjoyed it but so did you. What are you trying so hard to be the victim?" I responded in frustration.

"God you are so stupid. So damn thick," she said in exasperation while standing. Once again, she retreated to the bedroom.

It was well after midnight and three tumblers of scotch later that I joined my wife in the bedroom. I could hear her soft purrs as I slowly opened the door and I quietly undressed and slid into bed. I put my arm over her and after a bit of exploring found that she was wearing her standard bedtime attire of a t-shirt and thong. I took it as a good sign.

"No," she stated flatly when my hand began to move beneath her shirt. I thought she was still asleep so her voice startled me.

"Come on Steph. We need to make love," I pleaded.

"Have you lost your mind?" she challenged me.

"I love you," I tried.

"You're drunk," she declared with disgust.

She tried to squirm away from my touch but I was persistent so she took the opposite tact and became passive. My hand found her breasts and I began to tease her nipples. Despite her efforts to ignore me, they quickly became stiff. From there I went to her thong and was surprised when she let me slip my fingers underneath from the side. It only took a minute to cause her to generate some lubrication and with that I forcefully pushed the thong over her hips.

"Get a condom," she spoke with resignation.

I grabbed one from the nightstand, rolled it on and after pulling the thong off her feet I spread her legs and positioned myself. While she wasn't fighting me, she wasn't helping so it took some effort to get my dick started. Using short quick strokes, I worked her pussy and slowly moved my shaft deeper until our bodies met. It was exhilarating to think that I had overcome her resistance and that we were now making love.

I moved slowly but deliberately while taking her head in my hands and kissing her ears, neck and forehead. At first, when my lips tried her mouth, there was no passion but I continued my gentle kisses and the third time I returned her mouth party slightly.




The Visiting Professor



"You're a bastard," she told me but at the same time her legs spread more and her arm went around my neck.

"I love you," I whispered to her in response. I could tell it was exasperating to her. I could also tell she like me saying it.

I kissed her again this time fully and more passionately. She returned the kiss and when we broke she made a soft sigh. Her pussy was now fully wet and I was sliding into her with ease. Despite the scotch, I was aware enough to realize that she likely wouldn't cum so I concentrated in making our connection very loving.

"Tell me..." she started to speak but I cut her off with another kiss. However, she wasn't to be denied. When the kiss ended, she asked, "Tell me what you were thinking and feeling while you were watching."

"Honey, let's make love," I tried.

"Tell me," she pressed.

Realizing it wasn't the time to argue, I responded, "I was thinking how beautiful you looked."

"No BS Jim," Steph demanded taking my head with her hand and turning it so I was forced to look directly at her.

"I wasn't. You did look beautiful. It was also very naughty... very erotic. I was surprised because I didn't know that part of you but I liked it. I liked it a lot. It was raw and basic but also pure. Just about sex and pleasure," I said. Even though I hadn't focused on speaking truthfully the words did come out that way. 

She went quiet and we continued our slow lovemaking for several minutes before she spoke again, "You're truly not mad?"

"No, it was emotional at times. But I'm not mad," I replied.

"And what if I'm pregnant?" she asked.

"Did he cum in you?" I replied instantly and stopped moving.

She looked me in the eye for several seconds then answered, "I don't think so."

"Why did you say his dick was hot?" I asked her. Her declaration had confused me and for some reason it had stayed in my mind.

"It was. I mean physically. It felt hot like it was above his body temperature," she explained.

"That's weird. Did it hurt?" I replied.

"Not at all?" she responded and for the first time that day I saw an impish look in her eye.

We finally tired and stopped but slept the night in each other's arms. It wasn't the end of the tension between us but it was the beginning of the end and over the next few weeks things slowly returned to normal.

Work was quite awkward. There was now a noticeable separation between the Professor and me that made others in the company take notice. Several times, I had to give reassurances to co-workers that things were fine between us. It was the Professor who eventually reached out and asked me to lunch. It felt strange, but the air needed to be cleared, so I agreed. If nothing more, I wanted to make sure he didn't tell anyone else what happened although, I was fairly certain he wouldn't.

"Jim, I am quite concerned that our time in your home has created discomfort between us," he said with his manners.

"Professor, it is a difficult situation and I... we don't know how to pretend it didn't happen," I replied.

"Yes, I understand but I felt at the time your wife was receiving great joy," he went on.

"Perhaps she did. Perhaps. But how do we interact. I mean how do we pretend it didn't happen," I said.

"Why should there be a need to pretend if joy occurs?" he answered. The look on his face let me know he was being sincere. He might be naive but he wasn't trying to be clever.

"I think... I think for Americans... for Christians it's a difficult concept," I suggested.

"I see. No doubt you are correct. But my heart is saddened to know we are not friends," he told me.

"Professor, give me some time... just give it some time," I answered. I was struck by his statement and unsure what to say. With that, we turned our conversation to work matters.

That night, I told Steph about the conversation, putting effort into explaining his sincerity and the hurt he was feeling. Like me, she was at a loss on how to deal with it and thought my answer to him was the right one. So, I was greatly surprised when on the following Wednesday she suggested I invite the Professor over for Friday. I knew it was hard for her so I took her words in without questioning.

It was late on Wednesday, after contemplating it all day, that I approached the Professor and made the invite. When he heard my words, he immediately said yes and was beaming with happiness. I thought at the time, that for him and his culture, it was a situation that needed a successful resolution.

Steph had appetizers placed in the living room when we arrived on Friday along with an open bottle of wine. After a very brief and very awkward hello, she retreated to the kitchen and stayed there as the Professor and I talked. 

Dinner was excellent and after visiting for about an hour afterwards, I took the professor back to his hotel. At the dinner table, Steph had started out quite nervous but the Professor was gracious and extremely respectful and soon she was acting her normal self.

She was watching TV when I returned and I flopped down next to her.

"I'm glad that's behind us," she said resting her head on my shoulder.

"Yeah, but it was a good evening and a good dinner. He thinks the world of you too," I said.

"Why do you say that?" she asked.

"The way he acted. I think he worships you," I replied. It was a bit over the top but she definitely liked hearing it. 

Later, in bed, I couldn't help but tweak my wife. 

"The Professor is certainly an admirer," I whispered to her while trying hard to suppress my laughter.

"God, you can be such an ass," Steph replied.

"I'm serious!" I declared.

"No, you're trying to piss me off," she responded. But, at the same time, our arms were entwined and I was pulling her naked body against me.

"You are so beautiful," I said as I began to move between her legs.

"You just want sex," she stated.

"Yes," I answered and pushed into her wet opening.

I had to admit that the Professor being in our company for the evening fueled some of my arousal. Several times, I thought about his manipulation of my wife, which had led to her incredible climaxes. Steph quickly fell into the rhythm and intensity of the sex and began moving with me while moaning softly into my ear. Her arousal fed mine, which made me bolder.

"Baby, you feel so good," I told her. Her warm, wet pussy provided an incredible feeling that I had to fight against lest I succumb.

"So do you. Tell me I'm beautiful again," she requested. Of course, I did but at the same time I wondered how a woman so gorgeous needed to have that fact confirmed.

"I'm surprised you took the Professor home," she said to me in a whisper as we made love. Immediately, I knew the ramification of her words even if they were delivered in a soft voice.

"Next time. Tonight I want you to myself," I whispered back. I instinctively knew it was the right poignant, yet playful remark.

"You sure change your mind a lot," she moaned back between thrusts. I knew her words were meant as a mixture of challenge and vulnerability.

"Yeah, guess I do," I answered unashamedly.

"Well, then do it right," she answered not willing to be outdone.

I started moving faster and harder, which brought a fresh set of passionate sounds from Steph. She moved one hand from my shoulder to between my legs and began tickling my scrotum with her fingernails while I tried to concentrate on my thrusting action. 

"Damn, you feel good," I said in almost a whimper. It was true and for some reason I needed to tell her.

"Don't stop Jim," she answered and in her voice I could hear that she had crossed the line. She was now in her needy countdown to orgasm. No longer interested in the lover's give and take, Steph wanted a steady, forceful motion that would set her off.

It wasn't long before her body became stiff and she became very quiet. These were the telltale signs of her impending orgasm and she didn't disappoint. With a high pitch squeal and the rapid jerking of her body her climax swept through her leaving her spent. I continued my steady movement knowing how much she liked being fucked through the waves of pleasure.

"You need to put a condom on," she spoke in a soft voice. Her words let me know that the passion had left her body and she was now thinking rationally.

"You let the Professor," I teased.

"He had a hot cock," she replied without missing a beat.

"Well hell," I said and lifted off her.

When I reached towards the nightstand, she pushed me onto my back and sucked my dick into her mouth.

Taking the base of my dick in her hand and stroking me firmly while her wet mouth and tongue worked the head I was soon at a point of no return.

"Ugghhh... mmm... uggghhh... shit..." I grunted as Steph took my semen into her mouth.

"You like that baby?" she teased when I had collapsed onto my back. All I could do was nod my head as speech would have taken too much energy.

The rest of the weekend Steph and I did things together. By Sunday, it seemed to me that things were pretty much back to normal. I think the special attention I was paying her along with the respect the Professor had shown addressed the issues that had been chewing on her mind.

The following weekend was filled with a friends gathering on Friday and a wedding on Saturday so it wasn't until the following weekend that we had an open date for the Professor. Typically, we had utilized Friday's because of the ease of leaving directly from work. But we had a conflict, so we decided to invite him for Saturday.

What this meant was that he could come over earlier and in fact I went and got him mid-afternoon. My wife was doing some gardening work outside and we set up in the kitchen drinking tea and discussing various work issues. Around four, Steph came in dripping in sweat and announced she was going to shower before starting dinner. I could see in the Professor's eye a look of absolute lust as he gazed at her drenched body. It was interesting and arousing to see but also brought a feeling of concern as I didn't want to go through what we had after the last encounter.

Steph was gone for about forty-five minutes then reappeared looking fresh in walking shorts, a sleeveless button top and sandals. 

"Sit and have a drink first," I encouraged her when she walked in. I was expecting she would get some tea but instead she poured herself a full glass of wine then joined us at the table.

After just a brief stilted discussion, the conversation became open and free flowing. I was pleased to see that there appeared to be no lingering animosity around our sexual encounter. By the nature and tone of the conversation, it was like nothing had ever occurred. 

It was a good situation. My wife seemed happy and the Professor seemed comfortable. But, something in me was stirring. I really tried to ignore it and just go with the flow but the thought kept pressing on me until I couldn't take it.

"Professor, can you give me another lesson on the foot massage?" I blurted out. It was from out of the blue and it brought shocked looks from both my wife and the Professor.

"Perhaps it is..." the Professor started to speak.

"It's fine... it's good. I need to get better at it," I said cutting him off before he could decline.

When I finally summoned the courage to look at my wife I saw she was looking at me like I had gone completely insane.

"If it is required then I will..." the Chinese man trying to be a gentleman, started to speak.

"Yes, it's all good. It's good," I cut him off again.

With that, he turned his chair towards my wife and looked expectantly at her. I knew he was waiting for her to lift her leg and present her foot but she remained very still, staring at the floor. I was just about to speak when slowly she raised her right foot until he was able to take it in his hands. 

I moved my chair around the table until it was positioned next to the Professor's then took Steph's left. The Professor, with much less conviction than on previous visits, started to rub her foot and I mimicked his moves.

At first, there was no response from Steph and I thought the situation was likely too tense for her to respond. But, suddenly I felt something in my fingertips and with a certain desperation I tried to keep the connection. It must have worked because soon Steph was starting to squirm in her chair. 

It was my manipulation that was getting her attention. I suspect the Professor had started off wondering how serious we were but when he saw what I was doing he quickly engaged and suddenly my wife was struggling to be still.

"Ummm... I need to cook dinner," she implored us but it didn't receive any attention. Several minutes later when she was slumped in the chair she tried again, "Jim, don't y'all want to eat?"

"Just a few more minutes," I said to her but looking at the Professor I could see he was now fully engaged.

"Jim?" my wife whined a minute later when neither of us showed signs of slowing.

I glanced at our Chinese visitor and could see that his worried expression had disappeared and he now had a faint smile on his face. I let several minutes go by watching her get more worked up then decided it was time to stop. 

"Okay, why don't you start dinner?" I said releasing her foot and signaling the Professor to do the same. 

He shot me a quick look of disappointment but when I turned to Steph I saw in her eyes a combination of surprise and arousal. It had been damn hard to end the session because I was getting very excited, but I thought it was the right thing to do. At least I did until I saw that look in her eyes.

Steph went to work preparing the meal while the Professor and I went to the living room and chatted. Dinner was ready an hour later and we finished it quickly then sat around the table drinking wine and talking. 

"Professor, what do you carry in your bag?" my wife asked. 

Since his arrival, the Professor had carried a well-worn leather bag about the size of a medium sized purse. It was always with him and yet I had never asked him about it nor had anyone else to my knowledge up to this moment. It was sitting in an empty chair within arm's reach and before replying he lifted it and set it before him.

"The contents are quite varied," he spoke with a twinkle in his eye.

"Like what?" Steph prodded. 

"Well let me see. Today there are papers, a notebook, a map and medicines," he replied and after announcing an item he would pull it from the bag and set it on the table. That is, except the medicines.

After pulling the things from the bag, we could see that it was now flat and mostly empty. I could tell that the papers were work related and the notebook was the same one he used every day. So, not much surprising there I thought.

"What's the map of?" I asked noticing some English writing.

"It is of San Francisco. I am considering stopping there on way back," he explained.

Then, on his own, he reached into the bag and brought out four small bottles. All of them looked like they were old and three had Chinese writing on worn out labels.

"What is it for? I mean what is the medicine for?" my wife asked boldly now that they were on display.

"Ahhh... this one is for headache. This one is for stomach. This one is for joints," he described lifting each one up for a moment as he spoke. However, he neglected one of the bottles, which was much smaller than the rest - about the size one would see used for eye drops.

"What about that one?" I asked pointing to the small bottle. 

"It is for something else," he replied suddenly sounding evasive.

"For what Professor?" Steph asked leaning forward in her seat. I felt like the question was intrusive but she felt there must be a story and wanted to know it.

He paused before he spoke, which was rare for him and indicated to me it must be a difficult answer, "It is for making a woman excited."

"Like an aphrodisiac?" I asked instantly. The Professor was certainly a horny bastard.

"Yes," came his one word reply.

"Professor, man has been trying to find an aphrodisiac for centuries. If one existed, it would be everywhere, legal or not. No way it would stay hidden," Steph declared, obviously not believing.

"Yes, perhaps you are correct," he replied nervously and began to return the contents to the bag.

That created a break in the conversation and the Professor and I moved to the living room while Steph cleaned up. We discussed a work R&D issue for about fifteen minutes before she joined us. 

"Who have you used the potion on?" Steph asked. She had a big smile on her face so I knew she was playing but it still seemed odd that she brought us back to that subject. I quickly tried to remember how much wine she had consumed.

"It has been used with much success on many women who suffer from interest," he explained.

"Meaning they have low libidos?" I asked.

"Yes. Where help is needed in mating," he confirmed.

"Well, I don't think Steph needs it," I said looking at my wife. I couldn't help but take the shot, which brought a raised eyebrow from her and a soft giggle from our guest.

I tried to steer the conversation to another subject but Steph was like a dog with a bone and asked again about the substance.

"What's it made from?" she wanted to know.

"The root of a special tree that grows in the central mountains. The compound is extracted and then purified," he explained.

"And it's sold locally?" she inquired.

"No, it is not sold. It is the only amount in existence," he answered.

"The little bottle you have?" she probed.

"Yes, it is all," he replied.

"Professor, what would it do to a woman that doesn't suffer from... uhhh... problems?" I asked fighting back a grin. If my wife was going to keep talking about it, then I was going to have some fun too.

"Jim, it was only tried once but there was a profound effect," he answered.

"I don't believe it really works. Professor, if it did you could be the richest man on the planet," my wife's skepticism suddenly returning.

"Most assuredly it is effective," the Professor answered with a bit of hurt on his face.

"Well honey if you don't think it works, try it," I jumped in. This time I couldn't hold back my grin. I knew I had boxed her in.

"No need. I trust in my judgment," she answered dismissively.

"Chicken," I replied. It was a school kid taunt but I did it anyway. Steph's only response was to roll her eyes and shake her head.

"I think you are wise. It is likely too much for you," the Professor said to my wife. 

At first, I thought he was being genuine in his concern but then it dawned on me that he was trying to goad her too but in a very subtle way. I could see in her eyes that she took his words to be something of an indictment of her sexuality.

"Why would it be too much?" she asked with a serious look.

"Perhaps, you would not be able to maintain control," he told her.

"Oh, come on. You've got to be kidding. You think some stuff is going to turn me into a wanton tramp?" she answered giving us a unbelieving and condescending look.

I wanted to remind her that the reason our guest was in this country was his deep knowledge of natural medicinal compounds and the effects his manipulations had already achieved but the words "discretion is the better part of valor" flashed though my brain.

"Look, let's forget it. Obviously you don't believe or are afraid," I tossed out.

"I'm not afraid and I know what you're trying buster," Steph responded.

"Okay then. Enough. Let's change the subject," I said sensing this conversation had run its course.

I turned on the TV and we started talking about other things but that lasted only a few minutes.

"Can I look at the bottle?" Steph asked the Professor who moved to stand.

"Look Steph, if you're going to keep bringing that stuff up then we are going to use it on you," I barked at her.




The Visiting Professor



"Oh, you think so?" she countered.

The Professor was quickly back with the small bottle, which he handed to my wife. She turned it in her hand and studied the label. I couldn't see anything distinguishable about it and I wondered why she kept it so long.

"Do the drops go in the mouth?" I asked.

"In the mouth and other sensitive places," he replied.

"So I have to be naked?" Steph asked. The sound of her voice made me think she was seriously considering it.

"It is preferred," the Professor answered.

"Well shit," my wife spat then stood and began undressing. 

I quickly jumped up, closed the blinds and turned off the TV. Then I sat back down and watched the strip show. I realized the Professor had seen her naked before. Hell, he had even fucked her. But, it was still stirring and as her body came into view I felt my dick getting hard.

"Now what?" she asked standing naked before us. As always, I was amazed at the perfection of her body.

The Professor directed her to lay on the couch face up and once she was settled he had her open her mouth, lift her tongue and he slowly let two drops of the fluid fall. From there, he moved to her small nipples that I could see were completely erect. It appeared she was getting excited already. He put a small drop on each nipple and as I watched a bit ran down into her cleavage. Next came her vagina where, after having her open her legs, he used his fingers on his left hand to spread her labia then with the right let a drop fall onto her clit where it quickly disappeared. The last spot was the most interesting. He had her turn over and unceremoniously he spread her butt cheeks and placed a drop on her puckered anus.

Surprisingly, Steph had remained silent during the entire sequence and when he was finished she turned and sat up giving us a great view of her firm breasts.

"How long does it take?" I asked the Professor suddenly realizing I didn't know what to expect.

"Maybe, a few minutes," he responded.

"Tell us when you feel something," I said to my wife. A sense of modesty had come over her and she was starting to get dressed.

"I feel flushed," she announced ten minutes later as she sat fully dressed. As soon as the words came out, I saw her neck and shoulders turn red. 

"Yes, very good," the Professor said.

Shortly after, we watched as she began to fidget. Slightly at first, it increased until she was having a hard time being still. In addition, her breathing seemed to be getting labored. 

"My heart is pounding," she announced.

"And between your legs? In your treasure?" he asked.

"Yes," she instantly answered.

"Perhaps it is better with your clothes off," the Professor suggested. 

It must have made sense to my wife because she quickly began take them off again. When she was nude, we could see that she was flushed from her neck to her waist. She sat with her chest thrust forward like a peacock advertising with its tail. In addition, her squirming gave us occasional glimpses of her pussy, which was clearly very wet.

"Seems to be working," I said sarcastically.

"Yes, let's go to bed," my wife answered and tried to get me to stand.

"Wait. You will be rewarded if you wait," the Professor said in a firm voice and put his hand out indicating for me to stop. It was the most direct I had ever seen him.

I took his advise and remained seated, which frustrated Steph but over the next few minutes I learned the meaning of his words as my wife's arousal grew higher until she began pulling on her nipples and rubbing her pussy openly before us.

"Please, Jim... please..." she whined now reduced to begging for sex.

With a nod from our guest, I stood and Steph jumped up to follow me the short distance to our bedroom. She pulled at my clothes, actually making it difficult to undress, and when I was naked we climbed on the bed where Steph directed me to fuck her with no preliminaries.

She climaxed very quickly, screaming out in a painful joy as the feeling washed through her. When it was over, her manic arousal calmed considerably and I was able to stop and put on a condom before finishing. 

The Professor had watched from the doorway then returned to the living room when we were done. I held Steph as she seemed to be drifting off and thought about the strong effect of the substance. Steph was right. We could make a fortune with this stuff.

We had been resting for about twenty minutes when I felt her start to move. Just a bit at first, it increased until like before she was squirming.

"It's coming back!" she said to me.

"What honey?" I asked with confusion.

"The feeling. God I'm getting horny again," she explained.

Over the next ten minutes her arousal built until it was at the level prior to her orgasm. She pulled me back on top of her and even though I wasn't completely recovered I was stiff enough to penetrate. Steph was pushing me to go fast and I tried to accommodate but she couldn't quite reach a climax and after several minutes I had to slow.

"Jim, come on baby... please..." she whimpered. 

"I'm trying Steph," I answered.

After catching my breath I started again moving fast, which brought squeals of pleasure from her. The problem became that I was getting to a release faster than her and yet every time I tried to slow to let the feeling pass she would push to start again. I tried hard to hold back but when I felt my balls begin to tighten I knew it was going to happen.

"Shit... shit..." I cried out pulling from her at the last second letting a small stream of semen land on her tummy.

"Jim! Damn... put it back..." she demanded.

"Let me lick you," I answered and dropped my head between her legs.

"I licked her furiously and it seemed to work. Her hands went to the back of my head and she rolled in response to my attention. She was breathing hard and strange grunts and moans kept coming out.

"I need to cum baby... make me cum..." she pleaded.

It took several minutes and my jaw was getting sore but I sensed she was getting to a good place and soon thereafter, with her hands pushing against the back of my head, her back arched pushing her pussy hard against my face almost smothering me as her body was wracked by an orgasm. Once more, as soon as her release came, she calmed and let me curl up next to her. 

"God, you are so turned on," I whispered.

"I've never cum like this," she replied in faint voice.

Thirty minutes later she started to writhe and moan again as her arousal returned. It was like the chemicals released in her climax would temporarily thwart the aphrodisiac but once they dissipated she needed sex again. I was about to go find the Professor but I saw that he was lurking near the doorway.

"How long does the stuff last?" I asked him with a certain amount of distress.

"Perhaps, four hours or until it has been achieved?" he answered.

"Until what is achieved?" I asked.

"Until she has been mated. The substance is for mating. When it is achieved a hormone is released, which blocks the effects," he explained.

"Are you kidding? My wife has to get pregnant for it to stop?" I yelled at him. It was a piece of information that would have been nice to know a couple hours ago.

"Oh no... no Jim," Steph cried out digging her fingernails into my arm.

"Look Steph. You got to fight it. I'll be here with you and hold you. It's just a few more hours," I said. It was going to be closer to three but I wanted to be hopeful.

"I'll try," she said pulling tightly against me.

But, it wasn't long before I felt her hips moving and I could tell she was trying to find my dick. I found her pussy with my hand and started rubbing her hoping to bring some relief that would get us through the ordeal. It did help a little but it wasn't enough and soon she was trying to get me back inside.

"Can't you do it just for a little while?" she begged.

I was able to enter her but I didn't last long before my spent dick completely deflated. Once again, I dropped my head between her legs hoping that my tongue would suffice. It took every ounce of energy I had and my jaw and tongue were aching when Steph finally achieved a mini-climax. Even though small, it appeared to work. However, I had no idea what I was going to do if her arousal returned. Spent, I pulled myself next to her and promptly passed out.

In the distant fog of my brain, I could hear sounds, strange sounds that I couldn't make out. But, they were enough to lift me to a state of semi-consciousness and reaching for my wife found her squirming and moaning.

"Honey?" I asked.

"Do something," she demanded.

I was exhausted and instinctively knew I wouldn't last long. I had an answer but I didn't like it and I was sure Steph wouldn't either.

"Steph... what about the Professor? I asked in a low voice.

"Jim, can't you... can't you once more? I can get on top," she whimpered.

"I don't think so sweetie," it was a pained admission. To basically tell your wife you can't make love to her anymore and that someone else will have to finish the job.

"Are you okay with it?" she asked.

"I don't think we have a choice but it's okay. It's not your fault," I replied.

"Okay..." she replied in a tiny voice.

I got out of bed to find our visitor and practically ran into him in the hall where he was standing naked. It was like he knew this time he would get his chance. Like before, his cock had the stiffness of a teenager's and was pointed almost straight up. This time I saw that he was uncircumcised and the head, fully protruding from his foreskin, was a bright pink, almost red color.

Without speaking, he stepped by me and entered our room. As soon as Steph saw him, she opened her legs, inviting her soon to be lover in a desirous way. He wasted no time and was climbing onto the bed when I took a condom from the nightstand and handed it to him. Looking at the wrapper like he didn't know what it was, it was my wife who took it, pulled the device from the package and rolled it onto his ready tool.

I expected that he would plunge quickly into her but he leaned forward, with his cock just touching the inside of her thigh, and began sucking on her nipples. However, Steph's body was demanding sex and I watched the erotic show of her trying to move her body so that her pussy would make contact. Unfortunately, for her, the angle was all wrong and she never came close. Finally, the Professor took pity and took his dick in his hand, forcing it down while he lowered his hips. A deep grunt of satisfaction came from my wife as he pushed his way in.

The Professor fucked her in a nice steady pace ignoring her pleas to go faster. After a while, she quieted and I could tell she was getting into his rhythm. Watching, I knew that he was proceeding as a marathon runner while I had acted like a sprinter. He was going to proceed even and steady being the one that was still fucking her at the finish line. I had essentially just experience the tortoise and hare story with my wife's pussy being the race in question.

Feeling left out, I tried to take Steph's hand and hold it to let her know I was there and that I loved her. Taking it from where it rested on the Professor's arm, I could now see between their bodies and watched as her breasts jiggled in a rotating motion in time to the thrusts she was receiving.

"Oh Jim... it feels good..." her head turned towards me when I squeezed her hand and she spoke as if each word took effort.

"I love you... it's okay... just let go..." I said hoping to assuage any guilt.

"Thank you..." I saw the words form on her lips but no sound came forth.

After that, her eyes kind of glazed over and the strength in her hand went away. I let it go and it wasn't long until it was back on her lover's arm. The only sounds in the room were her whines and moans and a slight squeaking of the bed. 

Relentlessly, he took my wife and several minutes later I noticed her whines becoming more urgent and her moans more extended. She was definitely getting there I thought and I actually felt some relief that it wasn't me in some contorted way doing the work. 

Steph's small climax like the others was enough to bring her under control. So, we get more time off the clock I thought. Couple more times and maybe we would be through it. As soon as they finished, the Professor rolled to her side with her ass pulled against him and I saw him lift her leg and flex his hips. There was a little cry from my wife that confirmed my suspicions that he had re-entered her. With his arm over her waist, they settled and soon I could tell Steph was napping. I took the opportunity to do the same.

The movement of the bed woke me. I looked over and saw that my wife was joined again with our guest. Her legs were wrapped around him and he was fucking her with the same deliberate pace. They were very quiet and when I looked closer I saw that the Professor had his head next to her and was speaking soft words into her ear that I couldn't make out. Steph would occasionally nod her head up and down signaling her agreement. It went on for minutes and I couldn't think what in the world he would be saying. It didn't look like lovers' talk - it was more like something was being explained.

Finally, he rose on his arm over my wife and her hands moved to his arm. Now her sounds came as a constant stream of gasps and grunts in time with the strong fucking she was receiving. He seemed content to let his cock do the work and there was no breast play or attempts to kiss her.

"Steph how are you doing?" I asked informing them I was awake.

"Ohhh... it feels so good. So hot..." she whimpered in response. It was like she was in a different world. Even though she turned her head towards me I don't think her eyes ever focused.

"What's hot honey? His cock?" I asked thinking it was the same as what she told me last time.

"Yesss... so good... so hot..." she moaned.

"Okay baby. Just enjoy," I said wanting to be supportive.

"Mmmm... hmmm... oh God it's so good... it's doing something to me," she out in a single pent up breath.

"What's it doing Steph?" I replied.

"Ummm... ahhh... it's uhhh... it's getting me ready," she grunted out and I saw her legs wrap tighter around the Professor's waist. Right then, she was all his.

Her passion continued to rise and her arms went from his arms and wrapped his neck. Her sounds became more urgent and insistent letting us know she was headed towards an orgasm that didn't look like it would be small. Just as she was about at the point of no return, with her legs high in the air and her moans filling the room, the Professor suddenly pulled out but quickly flipped her onto her knees then was back inside. It couldn't have taken more than five seconds and Steph lost little of her momentum. 

Although now, the deliberate pace was replaced by a full hammering onslaught of her sloppy pussy. It didn't take long.

"Ohhh... ohhh fuck... fuck... oh fuck me!" she cried out and I watched her hands pull on the mattress cover and her eyelids begin to flutter. Topping it off was the drool that ran over her lips and onto the bed. 

The Professor kept his deep hammering going and just as she reached the peak he reached for her nipples and pulled them violently while pinching hard.

"AYYYEEE... FUCK... OH FUCK ME... DO IT... DO IT... CUM... CUM..." she screamed loudly. She looked possessed. Not at all like the woman I knew as my wife. 

"Ahhhh..." Came a simple satisfied sound from the Professor like one might do after drinking water on a hot day.

The Professor was still holding her nipples but pinching less intently. He was using his arms, squeezed into her sides, to hold her up. When he let go, she immediately collapsed onto the bed separating their bodies and for the first time I realized he wasn't wearing a condom. The stringy substance attached to his cock let me know that he had ejaculated into my wife.

"Shit Steph," I yelled but she was out of it and didn't respond.

The Professor looked at me without moving and I had to shove him from between her legs so I could take up position because at that moment all I could think about was cumming into my wife too. Of course, she was easy to enter and I pushed forward but when I was almost completely in I felt something in my way that felt like the consistency of dough. The word sloppy could barely describe how wet and open she was but nonetheless I fucked her fast and soon added my semen to the sordid cocktail.

When I rolled off my wife, the Professor climbed back on to the bed and turned her so he could enter her from behind again. I was too emotionally spent to react and fell asleep knowing that my wife's pussy was filled with an unprotected cock.

She didn't wake after that and all three of us slept until the sun was streaming in the room. I could see that they were still connected and he had his hand covering one of her breasts. Quietly, I got up, went to the kitchen, and made some coffee.

They didn't show for another hour and I fought the urge to check on them. It was Steph who appeared first wearing her robe, looking disheveled and tired and wreaking of sex. She took the coffee I offered but I neither of us were in talkative mood so we sipped it in silence. 

The Professor finally appeared dressed and looking surprisingly chipper. After pouring some "to go" cups, there was an awkward good-bye to Steph and I drove him to his hotel. When I got back, Steph was in the shower and the bed linen was in the washing machine. 

I lay down on the couch and started watching TV and my wife joined a little later fresh from her shower and wrapped in a large towel.

"Are you okay?" she asked me before I could ask her.

"I guess. I'm still thinking about it all though. How about you," I answered.

"Other than being so sore I can barely walk, I'm doing okay," she replied.

We puttered around the house for the rest of the day, took a nap then watched some TV before going to bed early. It was then they we returned to the events of the previous night.

"I guess that stuff really worked," I brought up.

"Seems so," she agreed.

"What was he saying to you when he was whispering into your ear? I asked. That part of the night I couldn't understand and wanted some information.

"When?" she asked.

I described waking up and witnessing the interaction but Steph said she couldn't recall. Although I was certain that wasn't entirely true, I dropped the subject. We also skirted around the fact that the Professor had ejaculated into her unprotected body. It seemed both of us wanted to let some issues stay off the table.

"What's that on your finger? I asked my wife days later. There was something black, about the size of a BB between the first and second knuckle on her ring finger.

"It's nothing," she replied and tried to move away.

"What is it?" I asked now very curious. I followed her until I cornered her in the kitchen and took her hand to inspect.

"The Professor did it," she replied. I could sense embarrassment in her voice.

"How? When?" I asked very surprised.

"That night. When you were sleeping. He had a small kit in his bag and he did it at the table," she explained.

"What? I thought we saw everything in the bag? Why did he do it? Why did you let him?" I asked now very confused.

"I guess not," she answered ignoring the other questions.

"Why?" I asked again.

"He said it would keep us connected," she replied with the same embarrassed tone.

"But, why did you let him?" I asked.

"He said he would have sex with me again if I did," she whispered with shame in her voice.

The Professor came over several times after that night but there were no further sexual encounters. Eventually, it came time for him to go and after a nice farewell party; I drove him to the airport the next day. As we pulled into the parking garage, he reached into his bag and pulled out a laboratory bottle about the size of a soda can.