By P.N. Maxx

I had to get ready for the year-end faculty party and as I began to prepare my bath I thought back on what had brought my husband, Jack, and myself to this point.  We had both worked so hard, worked so long, and now, in this last year, he had passed his tenure review and was a associate professor, we had bought this house with the down-payment I had saved from my editing job, and we were about to enter the social world of the English Department of this large southwestern university as peers.

As the tub began to fill, I laced the steaming waters with scented salts and the steam that rose filled the room and my head with its soothing vapors.  As I slipped into the warm, enveloping water, I let my thoughts wander to Jack, still at school in his office.

I let my body relax and stretch out in the tub, I let my memories run free.  I remembered when we met while we were both in graduate school, the party at a fellow student’s house that brought us together.  The lights had been dim, the music had been loud, there were jugs of cheap red wine going around the room, and the glow from strategically placed candles the only illumination we needed.

I began to soap myself with a thick sponge, slowly, and savor both the feel of the water against my smooth skin and the delicious memory of meeting my love.  One thing led to another, both in the present and in the past, and I soon found myself cupping my own sex as my mind, my body, and my heart relived that breathless night.

I felt my sex begin to grow swollen and open as my desire moved into the present.  I slipped deeper into the tub, letting my knees fall open and my hands move slowly across my glistening breasts.  The oil in the water and the moisture between my legs worked together to make everything, my thoughts and my body, grow weak and strong at the very same time.

I cupped my sex with one hand while lightly stroking my stiffening nipples with the other, first one and then the other until they were tight and swollen with the desire to be teased by a tender mouth.  As my fingers caressed the engorged entrance of my pussy, I remembered the heavenly feeling of sucking Jack’s cock, of feeling his hard muscle inside me, of having his hot semen shoot inside me, splash against my belly, and fill my mouth with creamy ecstasy.

Slipping lower into the water, I gasped as I thrust first one and then another digit knuckle deep inside my honey slick cunt, massaging my clit with my thumb as each thrust of my hand echoed the memory of Jack’s prick exploring the deepest secrets of my body.  I could almost feel his hands on my flesh as I drove myself closer to orgasm and, arching my back and gasping, I let myself imagine his tongue across those soft folds of my nether flesh, diving inside to drag more moisture across my straining clitoris.

When I could stand it no more, I sat up in the warm scented water and furiously pumped myself to a shattering, heart-stopping orgasm with his name on my lips and the hunger of my sex just awakened.

* * *

When Jack walked in the door, I was well on my way to finishing dressing for that night’s faculty party.  I had powdered and perfumed, slipped into my laciest bra and silkiest thigh-high stockings (but just “forgot” to wear my panties), and sat cross-legged at the vanity to apply my make-up.

“Shawna?” I heard him call from the front room.  “Shawna?”

“In here,” I called back but only loud enough for him to follow my voice, not to understand what I had said.

“Oh, here you are,” he said when he entered my dressing room. Jack stood there in the doorway, frozen at the image of my partially clothed body.  I could feel his eyes travel across my skin as surely as I would feel his hands and mouth in just a few short moments.

“My god, you are beautiful,” he murmured as he slowly lowered his briefcase to the floor.

I turned in my chair to face him, spreading my creamy thighs wide to give him a glimpse of the pink nestled between my closely trimmed pubic hair.

“Oh, baby,” I replied.  “That is so sweet of you to say.”

Mesmerized by what I presented, he slowly moved toward me.

“Hard day?” I asked.

“And getting harder…” he answered as he fell to his knees before my already glistening cunt.

I let my hands guide his face between my legs and, as his first probing kisses opened my pussy lips, I began to pull his jacket and his shirt away over his head.  Inside the tangle of garments, I could feel the heat of his tongue as it dashed across my swollen pussy making me even wetter and flickering across my hungry clit.  As he gently began to nibble and bite that button of desire, I threw my leg onto the counter, scattering bottles of paint and pots of powder haphazardly across the floor.  I clutched the back of Jack’s head to drive his thrusting tongue deeper and deeper into my channel, feeling each movement as he lapped my nectar into his thirsty throat.

As the first waves of another orgasm began to wash over me, I pulled him to his feet again to first kiss him long and deeply, letting my own flavor fill my eager mouth.  As he rose fully to his feet, I let myself slide to kneel on the floor and tug his zipper open and his trousers to his ankles.

As Jack’s straining prick sprang free of it confines, I licked the first crystal drops of pre-come from the tip and inhaled the musk of his body deeply into my lungs.  I wrapped slim fingers around the base of his dick, squeezed tightly to force even more blood into its engorged tip, and let my tongue flicker and lap across the purple skin.  His hips began to rock as he fucked my hands the way he had fucked my mouth and cunt so many sweet times before.  The tasty lubrication began to ooze from the tiny slit in the head of his cock and I relished the flavor of him, my own juices still lingering on my mouth, and my saliva so generously washed across his eager member.

Jack braced himself with one had against the wall as I alternated long, hard strokes of my hands with deep, wet gulps of my mouth.  First I would pull his cock toward me and then envelope it wholly with my lips and tongue.  Released and visible, his cock shone slick and shiny, slightly bucking with the force of his pulse, and I would again let him thrust into my willing face.

With one hand cupped to cradle his balls, I could feel the tension within Jack build as he gathered to shoot his load of creamy semen.  As the first spurts of cream began to emerge, I pulled my face back to catch that tasty delight on my lips, to lap it with my tongue, to let it fall against the pearly skin of my throat.

Gasping for breath, Jack leaned back against the wall of my dressing room.

“Now go get ready,” I told him.  “We have a party tonight.”

* * *

Well, when we arrived at the faculty cocktail party, Jack was wearing his usual button-down shirt, dark tie, sport coat, and khaki outfit., very professorial.  I wanted to make him proud, so I wore my nicest cotton jersey dress–a cool blue outfit that hugged my curves without being skin-tight.  I wore just a touch of make-up and merely brushed out my blonde hair so it fell softly across my shoulders.  I thought we looked perfect–a rising star in the literature department and his bright, attractive wife.

Prof. Chambers, the chair of the University’s English Department, had a sprawling home and Jack parked our Saab in the long circle drive that fronted the compound.  I couldn’t help but reach for him before we went in.

“I’m so proud of you, lover,” I breathed into his ear.  “You’ve worked so hard and now we’re really starting to be where we want to be.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Shawna” he murmured as he hugged me back.

We walked arm and arm across the courtyard that led to the Chamber’s front door and rang the bell.  A young woman about my age, answered the door, and I nearly dropped when she introduced herself as “Mrs. Dr. Chambers.”  She was wearing a prim white blouse buttoned to her throat and wrists but it did nothing to conceal her jutting breasts.  Her dark skirt, though mid-calf length, was slit up the side to reveal her strong, long legs.  And her black hair seemed barely contained by the pins that held it back against her ivory neck.

“Call me Maria,” she said as she wrapped her arms around both Jack’s and my waist to lead us into the party.  “I’m so glad to finally meet you two.”  Her perfume, though light and crisp, carried an undertone of musk and moss that immediately made me want to wear it on my own skin.

As she led us to the back yard, resplendent with light and the music of ice in glasses, I thought Maria was letting her hand wander a bit longer than normal on my hips.  I could feel the tips of her nails drag across my lower back as she released us for a general introduction.

“Dr. Jack Briggs and the lovely Shawna, everybody!” she called out and several of the professors, wives, and privileged graduate students turned to raise their glasses in salute.

Jack immediately joined a group of people talking near one of the tall cottonwood trees that grew in the large area of the party and, when I moved to follow him, Maria took hold of my wrist and pulled me back.

“Be a darling,” she said, “and help me in the kitchen for a moment.”

I found myself assisting Maria while she finished assembling plates of imported cheeses, red and black caviar, designer crackers, and crudités.  I also noticed that Maria seemed to be touching me, my hips and shoulders, more than necessary.  Her arm would graze across my breasts as she reached for a serving spoon or “accidentally” slide across my ass as she bent to open a kitchen cabinet.  When we were almost ready to start bringing trays out to the guests, she loaded a sliver of French-bread with smoked salmon and held it to my lips.

“Open wide,” she said, and I couldn’t help myself from opening my lips and making my tongue soft, flat, and wide for her offering.

“That’s a girl,” Maria murmured as she placed the delicacy in my strangely eager mouth.  “There’s always more where that came from.”  She let her fingers linger across my face, touching my cheek and drawing a line with her nail across my jaw.

“Maria,” I almost whispered.  “Thank you for making me so welcome in your beautiful home.”

The look from Maria’s hooded eyes told all I needed to understand and I knew that we would be tangled, one way or another, before that night was through.

Well, as the evening continued, I was able to meet and talk with a number of university people.  Occasionally, Maria would catch my eye but there were no more overt gestures from her.  As people started to leave, however, I did notice her catch Jack’s arm and rather pointedly ask him to “please stay and and let your charming wife help me with this dreadful mess.”

As the guests began to gather their things and depart, I almost automatically began to pick up glasses and plates.  Again, I met Maria in the kitchen.

“It is so nice of you to stay and help,” she said.

“It’s my pleasure,” I answered.  “After all, you’ve been so generous in opening your home to us.”

“Well,” she said, leaning back against the counter.  “I have certainly enjoyed having you.”

With that, she began to unbutton her until then tightly closed blouse.

“Has it gotten hot?” she asked.  “Or is it just me.”

“Oh,” I replied, “it’s definitely you, Maria.  It’s most definitely you.”

I began to run water in the sink to rinse glasses as Maria watched my movements.  I must admit, I arched my back more than necessary to lean into the work and I could feel Maria’s eyes as she swept them over my body.  I pressed my pelvis against the edge of the counter.

“I could use some help here,” I said.

“Hmmm?” murmured Maria as if she hadn’t heard, though her eyes were still glued to my ass.

“Care to lend me a hand?” I continued.

With that, Maria moved behind me, wrapped her arms around me, and plunged her hands into the sink to intertwine with mine.  I could feel her firm breasts pressing against my back as our fingers wove themselves together in the soapy water.

“This feels nice,” I told her as I pushed myself back and against her.

“Yes,” she whispered, her mouth close to against my neck.  “It’s lovely.”  I couldn’t help but spin around inside Maria’s arms.

“What about our husbands?” I whispered into the tender skin of her shoulder.

Maria placed her hand along the side of my face most tenderly.

“Yes, dear,” she told him.  “What about them?”

Now face-to-face with Maria and with her official seal of approval, I let my lips brush gently against hers.  Her lips were open and moist with that contact and the combination of our perfumes began to swirl inside my head.

My head fell back, exposing my throat to her wandering lips.

“Mmmm,” Maria growled as her eager tongue flickered against my sensitive skin.  “I want to taste you.  Now.”

I let my hands rest first against the curves of her hips and then climb to the very edges of her straining breasts, then down again to trace the gentle curves of her ass.  A low moan traveled from her throat to my ears as I let myself slip further and further down a slope of complete abandon.  A quick glance through the kitchen window showed me that Jack was still deep in discussion with some of the last stragglers at the party.

Pulling away from Maria for a moment, I said, “Not here,” and followed as she spun to lead me deeper into the house.  We passed several inviting rooms but did not enter any until we reached a bathroom in the far western wing.

Maria pushed the door closed and locked it behind her.  Though she did not turn on a light, the ambient illumination that streamed through the windows was more than enough to afford me a luscious view of her body as she began to strip away her clothes.  I pulled my dress over my head and stood before her.  Maria paused a moment to scan my quivering body.

“Lovely,” she murmured as she moved to envelope me with her arms, to place her silken thigh between my own, and I was suddenly in a world of wandering lips and tongue and hands.  I let my own fingertips glide across her skin from the inviting swell of her hips to the very tip of her hardening tits, from the velvet skin of her throat to the inviting cleft of her buttocks.

My breath began to catch as Maria dragged her tongue from my collarbone into my cleavage, tracing a wet line of desire across my burning flesh.  I had to have more and thrust my moist box against her firm leg, feeling my labia ease open against the thrusts of her muscle.  Maria moaned as she dragged her nails against my waist to circle closer and closer to the edge of my pubic triangle, the crisp hair seeming dangerously close to catching wild-fire.

As Maria let one finger begin to dance into my moistened cleft, I let my legs move wider and silently begged for penetration, for her to place her hand inside my now dripping pussy.

I cupped Maria’s ass and felt her drop to her knees, her slim strong fingers dragging across my skin.  As her mouth neared my aching cunt, Maria let the sweet breath from her mouth play over me, a warm wind that promised hurricane effects.

I was nearly mad with desire as my legs began to tremble, as my knees began to fold, but her strong hands kept me upright and she first, so gently, placed a tender kiss on the very edge of my swollen labia, letting her tongue gently pry them open to taste the honey gathering within me.

Maria’s throat and mouth fairly buzzed with the steady noise she was making as she drew more and more of my tender flesh against her face.  She nibbled and sucked and gently bit, letting her tongue dart first to my swollen clit, then inside my flowering pussy, and even down to gently rim my anus.  I held her shoulders with my hands, moving them gently with the rhythm we were establishing.

I gasped and arched my back as Maria began to plumb my body with her fingers as her lips and tongue began a crazy dance over the most sensitive, most deliciously tortured, parts of my body.  Slick now from her saliva and the moisture pouring from my slit, Maria’s fingers found easy access into the depths of my pussy and asshole.  I began to buck against her intoxicating intrusion and tried to take more and more of her face into all my eager openings.

As the first tremors of orgasm began to echo through my hips, Maria placed her hands on either side of my straining cunt to force the swollen lips to their widest and began to lap my hole and clit with an energy that propelled me to explosion.  As I sank toward the floor, rocking with the force of that interior earthquake, she dragged her soaking face across my stomach, my tits, my neck, and let her mouth, now fragrant with my own perfume, settle sweetly on my face.

“Oh, God,” I managed to gasp as our tongues tied knots in each other’s.  “I’ve got to have you.  I’ve got to have all of you.”

With that, Maria settled back on the rug, her back against the side of the tub, and drew my head tenderly downward to taste the pleasure she kept between her legs.

I gasped aloud with renewed pleasure as I let my tongue caress her stiffened clit, running it from the tight junction of her delicious folds to swirl around that button.  The short, sharp intake of breath that rattled her chest told me I was reaching her as she had reached me.  I swung myself around to straddle her, to rub my dripping crotch against her tits, and I gasped along with Maria as she guided a nipple to rub against my thrusting cunt.  As her tit grazed my own clitoris, I reached underneath Maria’s ass to draw it up and closer to my searching lips and tongue.  I was driving closer to a second, harder, orgasm as I let my tongue go soft and wide to move all the way between her legs and taste the startling musk of her ass, the dark rose that nestled between her creamy cheeks.

With one hand against the small of my back and the other still guiding her breast to my pussy, Maria began that gentle squeal that I knew signaled her own slow come.  I deliberately controlled myself to tease and prolong her pleasure, to savor the way the sweet liquid of her soft cunt coated my yearning mouth, the way my own new orgasm was beginning to build as an echo to hers.

As Maria began to shudder the signal to her compete surrender, I thrust my middle finger deep into her ass, my thumb into the velvet folds of her pussy, and laid my tongue thick and hot against her clitoris.  I could feel her clasp my hips to draw my cunt toward her face again and let myself slip again into the fog of come that had been building inside my body and my brain.  We held each other tight, faces to pussies, while wave after wave of excruciating pleasure washed over, between, and through us.

Finally separating, we lay side by side and let kind hands caress each other’s bodies, occasionally grasping dripping fingers to let them express what we were unable to speak.

With barely a word, Maria and I dressed, though we did exchange soft kisses and gentle hugs.  I quickly washed my face and ran a cloth between my legs, hoping it was enough to mask the odor of sex that seemed to insinuate my every pore.
Entering the kitchen again, we found Jack and some poor graduate student ransacking the refrigerator for a last beer.

“Hey, honey,” Jack said as Maria and I appeared in the doorway.  “About ready to go?  It’s getting pretty late.  Where have you been?”

Before I could answer, Maria replied, “Girl talk, Professor.”

And that seemed good enough for him.  I moved toward him and, while Maria turned her attention to the student, I leaned my face against his shoulder.

“Jack, darling,” I breathed into his ear, my breath lightly sweet with the odor of Maria’s come.  “I think I’m going to enjoy being a faculty wife.  A lot.”