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"Yeah, she did," he agreed. He propped his head in his hand and looked up her long body. "Next time, it's my turn to pick the fantasy."
"Sure, what will it be?"
"How would you feel if I'm a professor and you're a young coed who has to get an 'A' in my class or you'll lose your scholarship?"
"Hmm, sounds intriguing." She sat up to look at him. "Let me guess: I'm willing to do anything," her voice dropped lower and became husky, "and I mean anything, to get an A?"
He stared at her, his eyebrows arched, his mouth slightly open in surprise. She gave him a wicked smile and the slightest of nods, and all sorts of dark thoughts raced through his mind. He sat up and kissed her passionately, his member stirring to life.
"When do we have to be home?" His hand roamed over her breast.
"Eight," was her answer, her lips pressed to his.
"Who's watching the kids?"
"Sandee, but she has a term paper to write for tomorrow so we can't be late."
"No time for round two?" he asked, his hand moving between her legs, his mouth gently kissing the soft skin of her neck.
Her answer caught in her throat as his finger entered her, stroking the walls of her vagina, sending a wave of pleasure rippling through her body. His mouth moved down, latching onto a nipple, his tongue teasing, but now she had a clear view of the cheap clock on the nightstand.
"Sorry," she sighed, reluctantly pushing his hand away. "We really do have to go," and she stood and collected her clothes. She dropped her panties in the wastebasket and started dressing.
"This was much too brief," he protested as he pulled on his clothes. "Maybe next time the kids could stay with my parents for the weekend," he offered.
"Sounds good to me," she replied, pulling him close for a deep kiss.
His hands wandered up the back of her skirt, caressing the soft, smooth skin of her ass, threatening to delay them. She broke the kiss and picked up her briefcase.
"Come on, my love, you can finger me in the cab."
"Deal," he said, holding the door open for her. "Let's go home."
They walked out into the city night holding hands, their step light, in search of a taxi.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous6 months agoYou surprised me ! Really did not see the married couple, to each other, coming ! Very entertaining ! Well written. 5 stars. Keep writing !
Anonymous12 months agoThis type of story is so boring and repetitive. From the first paragraph it was obvious they were married and it was a set up.
Seriously, and I mean it, please rewrite the story... give her a reason to be there. Give him an actual story, maybe he's actually talking to the guys... create some mystery, or maybe some reverse hero twist away from damsel in distress.
You tried to give them a back-story after the action. Why read it if the reader has already identified them as just porn actors?
The whole thing was very cliche.
The only reason I'm asking for a redo is because you have a mastery of language and prose. You asked for a critique, so there you go.
Your descriptive narrative and sex scene is boner inducing, I think that could probably have extended to a bit of play on the way to the hotel, after all they were going to get frisky in the van on the way home.
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoGood stuff!
I like your style and I certainly appreciate the lack of spelling and grammar errors.
Plus I always enjoy the couple acting out a fantasy story, I have done a couple of those myself.
Yarnspinnerr ;->
