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.